#darkbootsofblood

@darkbootsofblood  said: Slender digits enclose around the sides of his cheek from behind, gently tilting his head up to meet her violet hues. " Why must you insist on eating alone? " She chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead before sliding onto the bench beside him, " I know I was out on a mission, but I didn't forget. So even though I know you don't care for it much and its a little late ... happy birthday, Kanda. "

❖┋(  HAPPY ( late ) FUCKING WHATEVER, KANDA! ┋  ———   ┋ ♡  Lenalee   )  ！

Sweet  (  and  perhaps  embarrassing  )  pleasure  extends  from  the  skin  touched  to  the  base  of  the  skull,  delivering  shivers  to  his  spine.  Solid  body,  in  turn,  goes  numb  so  as  to  offer  little  or  no  resistance  just  as  soon  as  the  pleasant  and  so  intimately  familiar  voice  reaches  his  ears.  He  leans  backwards,  sharp  features  adorned  by  a  countenance  of  apparent  indifference,  although  overflowing  tenderness  filled  that  creature  little  given  to  demonstrations  of  intimacy.  At  that  point,  after  so  many  years  of  seemingly  peaceful  coexistence  and  mutual  companionship,  there  should  be  no  longer  anything  worthy  of  surprise  between  the  two.

Eyes  dare  to  close  to  appreciate  this  candid  moment  of  momentary  peace,  little  there  is  space  for  worry  about  possible  and  inevitable  glances  thrown  in  their  direction.  Some  full  of  envy,  others  infected  by  the  tenderness  of  the  scene,  but  none  capable  of  moving  the  phoenix  gaze  framing  the  blue  irises  away  from  his  object  of  affection.   ❛❛ You  know  that  missions  are  our  top  priority, ❜❜    That's  what  he  says,  or  rather,  desperately  convinces  himself  of.  Serene  tone  remains,  almost  incompatible  with  the  image  of  insensible  and  hysterical  man  built  for  anyone  else  in  that  madhouse  of  headquarters,  except,  perhaps,  only  for  her.    ❛❛ I  can’t  care  less  about  one  day  or  another. ❜❜    He  pauses  while  calmly  and  perhaps  even  unconsciously  the  body  leans  towards  his  companion,  before  the  words  almost  absent-mindedly  slip  past  the  thin  lips:    ❛❛ Your  words  are  enough. ❜❜

HE HAD RETREATED TO THE EDGE OF THE DANCE FLOOR  for a break,  when vigilant eyes fell upon a fair maiden--  but not for her looks,  pretty as she was.  he had seen that face before,  had he not ?  only once in the flesh,  but he had looked over the files they had on her more than enough to recognize her,  even without her dark order garb. 

WELL,  PERHAPS THE EVENING MIGHT PROVE  to be interesting after all . .

SWIFTLY,  HE MADE HIS WAY OVER  to her,  approaching her from behind with a  smile gracing his lips.  she was in his playing field now--  would she be able to keep up ?

                “   GOOD AFTERNOON,  MY LADY.  care for a dance ?   ”

They sigh, turning a blind eye to the issue at hand. All attention being souly directed  to the sweets in their hand. “ I’ve never faced any problem that Couldn’t be fixed by Dango. ” 

Daisya whipped around, having not expected an answer. He stood, unsure of what to do, between Lenalee and whatever contraption of her brother’s that he’d just broken. In his defense, it had been and accident. Well, poking around something he really shouldn’t have been touching was no accident. But breaking it? That wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Oh hey! Didn’t see you there. I was just uh…” He had to thing of something. Quick. “Looking. Yeah. It’s a little banged up but nothing too bad.”

As he spoke smoke started billowing out of the machine, flames peeking out from the gaps. He didn’t look back.

“Mrrah.” A metallic growling, grumbling. The thing that had challenged him has been handily torn apart, and he’s rather impressed if she can tell the difference between his blood and the enemy’s.

Maybe that’s why she’s concerned, if she thinks it’s all his. He is bleeding, though. Probably a fair but, tough Lancelot doesn’t really care.

Her violets were squinted, gauging the severity of his wounds through his jacket. The finders were already taking note of the events and preparing for their return, but the female exorcist had stuck behind with Kanda. If she knew anything about Kanda, he’d write off his injuries, despite bearing the more acute wounds of the two. As they packed their belongings she stopped and made her way over to the taller male, gently tugging at the sleeve of his jacket. SIlently, she gestured with a tilt of her head to the aid kit she’d brought along. She knew she didn’t need to say much for him to understand what she was asking. Her expectant gaze lifted to meet his, lips pressed in a firm line and eyes brimming with concern.

Apostle could never question the fact that they had faced so many threats for so long, for it was a task of God's chosen ones for the Holy Crusade --------------- though it could cost more than they’d be able to offer. At least this time he had been able to prevent some major damage rather than actually cause it, just in time to destroy the enemy before anything worse could have happened; It would be unbelievably painful to have to lose one more of his peers; Especially one he could never dare to imagine live without. Heavy, leisure footsteps seemed to indicate some anger, but what was apparent in his speech seemed far from it;   ❛❛ If you think I’d be taken down by something so simple ———— then you’re wrong. Don’t worry about it. ❜❜   His words actually sounded amused as they understated the young woman, azure irises carrying this tired docility whilst no resistance could be observed on his body, as is silently allowing his companion to do as she pleased.

Lenalee narrowed her eyes, pointing an accusatory digit, “ That’s not how you ask! “ She sighs,” Lets try that again. Hey Lenalee, can I borrow a hair tie?” She leaned her ear in, hand curled towards him expectantly.

❛❛ Is that so? ❜❜   Eyes narrow so very slightly at her first assertion and still, together with the smirk leisurely spreading across his face, concealed no defiance to her recrimination whilst that body almost imperceptibly shortened the distance between the two.   ❛❛ And why would I say that? Isn’t it easier if you just give what I asked? ❜❜   Oh ambiguity... Whether it was purposeful or not it would be only up to his listener.

It took a moment to process his agility and form; it had only taken a mere few seconds to bring her down. Again. Her breaths were shallow, violets steeled as she gaped up at Kanda. Once settled into the reality that she’d failed, yet again, her tense muscles went lax and she closed her eyes with a frustrated groan. But a challenge never stopped her before and it wasn’t about to now. After taking a brief moment to center herself, she opened her eyes again with newly set determination. Her arms reach up to grab his shoulder, hips raised as she pulls him into a sweep to get her out of his hold and trade their positions. There’s a glint of resolve in her eyes and she smiles down at him for a moment. “ Okay, this time I’ll get it right. ” She picks herself up from his frame to begin the exercise again.

Any sparkle of annoyance that could be felt at that very moment quickly seems to give rise to some surprise at her posture; It wouldn’t be something new to train with his companions, but surely it was always noteworthy to see so much initiative for something of this nature coming from her. In contrast, the tensed scowl on his face seemed to loosen in the least; There was no satisfaction of taking her down yet again after a considerable while training, although some time could have been wasted looking down at the other at each submission.

He could have tried to discourage her for not being perfectly aligned or using her full potential, rude words of disdain could have been let out... Until the sudden turn of events that is. Which, of course, managed to get him speechless for an embarrassing fraction of seconds. Why does it seem so difficult for you to make any genuine compliments? Although the silence and piercing gaze through the smooth strands, now completely loose from training, could say otherwise, it was a fact that satisfaction started arising within him with the girl's advances.