#decielis

dont touch me w ur dirty smut hands

:T

Send ‘What’s this for?’ and my Muse will give yours a present and explain what it is and why they picked it.

               he had debated on the merits of this present for a while before folding up the item with DELICATE care into a thin box, securing it tightly in place with bright wrapping paper and a pale blue bow decorating the front of the gift with cheer. he had been sent it a while back, and it was the first thing that had come to mind when he had begun organizing christmas presents for sheeta and all the loved ones in his life, taking it down from its secure place in the pantry and stroking his fingertips lightly along the embroidery lining the sides. the memories it holds are simply that to him ; MEMORIES . he can imagine sheeta getting much more use and enjoyment out of it than he will, especially since he doesn’t believe she was passed down one of her own.  

omg all i read was the bold at first and i was about to FITE

               a soft crimson gaze melts at the childish sight and the companionable warmth of her slight frame against his own slender one pulls his mind away from the DARK thoughts that linger in cobwebs and ensnare him on languid silent evenings such as this one. he can no more stop the quiet CHUCKLE that falls from his lips than he can stop his arms from gently embracing her and chin resting lightly upon her head, the phantom brush of the sisterly kiss lingering against his skin like some kind of secret SPELL between the two of them to dispose of the nightmares they both are no strangers to. he was not expecting a sudden visitor to join him in greeting the first glimpses of the starry skies peeking out beyond the horizon but her presence is welcomed with all the comfort she brings and he makes no move to displace her from her snuggled perch.

                               ( 9/07 ; happy birthday shion! )

            he runs his fingers gently over the soft leather cover so not to damage it, marveling with open quiet AWE at the time and care that’s gone into the delicate making of such a sweet and thoughtful gift, a tinted glow rising to his cheeks as he CRADLES the fragile flowers close and reads the sincerely written message. their cheery color seems to light up the room and cast sunshine upon the walls, much like the smile present on his face as he carefully places the journal back into its wrapping on the counter, already thinking of all the botany notes that could fill its pages, and steps forward towards her. slim and DEFT fingers slip one carnation into her hair by her ear, contrasting against the dark brown color, before the scent of baked bread and flowers envelops her as he wraps his arms tightly around her shoulders, garnet eyes soft and warm with familial affection.