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tips his hat at her. " ma'am " / ahem m m boothill's sayin hi
â  đđ? â  đđđ  đđđđđđđ  đđđđđ  appears  smitten  with  her  newfound  acquaintance,  in  the  fluttering  of  feathery  eyelashes  and  the  tips  of  manicured  fingers  dancing  along  her  maw  in  the  soft  suppression  of  a  mellow  giggle.  she  softens  her  gaze  towards  the  man,  retaining  a  well  practiced  smileâââone  that  has  been  perceived  by  the  masses  over  years  as  the  dulcet  expression  of  the  foxian  jewel,  heartfelt  &  spellbinding    vocalist.  (    an  epithet  perhaps  not  as  familiar  as  penacony's  dear  robin,  but  alas  )
  ahri  teases,  â    have  wrinkles  set  in  beyond  my  years?    â  finger  tips  hovering  over  the  apple  of  her  cheek,  before  falling  into  an  interlock  with  parallel  appendage  at  her  forefront.  â  i'd  prefer  ahri,  if  it's  all  the  same  to  you.  â
  suddenly,  steely  eyes  flicker  behind  the  other,  drawn  to  a  commotion  that  seemed  to  be  nearing  'round  the  bend.  ears  pin  back  some.  â  in  need  of  a  distraction?  â  the  vulpine  one  inquires,  though  her  gaze  remains  wholly  stuck  on  what  lays  in  the  wake  of  his  path:  there  is  a  cacophony  of  yelling  and  shuffling  now,  and  they're  mere  feet  awayâââ
  hand  rises  in  an  effortlessly  elegant  motion,  wrist  bending  and  digits  casting  a  circular  gesture,  as  if  palming  a  large,  incorporeal  pearl.  no  sooner  does  an  orb  of  sunset  hue  woosh  to  life  in  a  crush  of  shimmering  opalescence  and  wisps  of  other  worldly  smoke.  through  narrowed  lips,  ahri  blows  it  from  her  grasp  akin  to  sending  off  an  adoring  kiss.  it  crawls  through  the  air  in  a  twirl  of  sickly  sweet  aromas,  quickly  enrapturing  intruders  moments  before  spilling  into  their  space.
  another  flick  of  wrist  commands  the  smoky  spell  to  guide  the  tangle  of  men  in  the  opposite  direction,  completely  consuming  their  senses  for  the  time  being.
  â    you  should  start  running,    â  ahri  turns  towards  the  other  once  more,  shifting  a  step  out  of  his  way.  an  abundance  of  ivory  tails  fan  all  about  her  in  lotus  formation,  before  hastily  bundling  together  into  a  singular  appendage  as  she  pivots.  â  we'll  meet  again,    â  the  fox  assures,  the  sound  of  miniature  bells  chiming  from  earrings  as  she  juts  her  chin  in  the  direction  of  his  next  path  forward,  urging  him  on.
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another kaeri muse for me to love on omg . ..
CHINHANDS. another kaeri muse for me to aggressively throw at rhys? check! i don't know if any of your muses are prepared for a bouncy, bossy, penny-counting, hot mess with way too much pink hair. but here she comes anyway! CATCH.

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there is a softness in crimson's gaze that follows the stranger's response to his query. such a simple answer, yet it underlies beneath perhaps old tales that suggested there was a time when this one -- war - bound and calloused hands, had a time of respite. he is reminded that those who are plagued in war and ashen - flames are often those who simply wanted to live in quiet peace and relief. ( but sometimes, even with the control at the very cusp of their lives, they don't get to make those decisions for themselves. )
crimson seems to snap out of his thoughts, realizing that he too would offer an inquiry. his lips curl up into a small smile. so he can sense it even behind this form. he nods, hands folded together as he offers him a small, but polite bow. to so boldly ask him something rather personal before even addressing himself .... he didn't intend to be rude.
" yes .... i am. i am a bit of an old man, so i am fortunate to have lived long enough to experience many wonderful things. naturally, i had my strives ... but, i am thankful, nonetheless. my family ... i suppose in a sense, they are the most familiarity i had when i experienced my most turbulent days. "
@destisea / cont.
@destisea [ boothill ] : â i think 'bout you constantly. â
it's a comfort, really, to know that you are loved so deeply to be on your lover's mind constantly. to plague them in ways that leaves their chest warmă ¤&ă ¤fuzzy, to haunt them that makes their bones ache in the best ways. with jericho? fuji wished her presence made his whole body ache with joy, love, warmth,ă ¤&ă ¤comfort. if she could, she'd live in the cage of his chest. if fuji could, she would feast upon the magic that fuels his core, to take all of him into her beingă ¤-ă ¤to be hisă ¤&ă ¤him to be a part of her. always. he would understand, wouldn't he? but she also knows . . . . that the idea of blowing up would really suck.
so when digits push thick locks from her face, silver eyes gaze upon the other with dreams in her eyes. if hearts could swirl about the crown of her head, they would be numerous,ă ¤&ă ¤obnoxious. she could listen to his voice for hours, weeks, years, eternityă ¤&ă ¤it would never grow old. no, it would bloom flowers, gardens, forests of her love, adoration, pride,ă ¤&ă ¤loyalty, her devotionă ¤:ă ¤all for him, for jericho, whom fuji would give everything of herself to if he so desired. " i think of you with every breath i take, my love. " fuji smiles so sweetly, with fangs peeking behind soft tiers. if she could, which she very well could, fuji would trap this moment in time, seal the memory away within an objectă ¤&ă ¤return to it every time she missed his presence.
she would do this when he inevitably leaves for his work. fuji would stave off the hunger of her lover's presence with this memory, allow undead heart to feel what it would be like to feel human again. slender digits come up, in a playful stalk of skittering,ă ¤&ă ¤she traces the planes of metal, where he was cold. fuji found comfort, where his face would be claimed, his warmth felt scorching. she would burn herself upon his touch. " so think of me with every step, every breath, every need you have of me. " fuji teases, thumb rubbing against strong jawline. " i love you. eternally, jericho. till the sun dies out, till the world grows cold. "
@destisea ( boothill ) : â whatâs the hurry baby? ya got some place to be? â
it was common for jericho to spend a few nights within fuji's humble abodeă ¤;ă ¤however, it was uncommon for the man to wake up when fuji slips out of those loving arms to start her day. when she sits at the edge to begin tying thick locks of velour with strong handmade ribbonsă ¤-ă ¤an arm wraps around her waistă ¤&ă ¤the all knowing grin begins to grow from pleased, well rested simper. " mm, you know i cannot stay too far from you, my love. " when her hair is tied, fuji turns to look upon the beautiful sight. where mismatched locks frame her husband's body in mesmerizing curves, where they follow the length of his arms, down the expanse of his back. perfectă ¤;ă ¤he was so perfect.
" i was sure i tired you out last night. you left me to bathe by myself, cowboy. " the low chuckle that escapes boothill sends a shiveră ¤&ă ¤thrill along the expanse of fuji's skină ¤-ă ¤such a wonderful sound. he loved it. " sleep, jericho. you need all your rest, " but the gentle touch of lips pressing upon bare skin of fuji's hip has her grinning wideă ¤;ă ¤her visage kissed with pink high upon her cheeks. " you're driving a very hard bargain. " she could stay within the arms of her husband. or she can get up to start the day, boothill would enjoy the sight of fuji dressing in front of him. more often than not. " haa . . . fine, you've convinced me. " boothill hadn't uttered a word or made any other gesture, " i will stay. but only because i hate leaving the bed without you in the mornings. "
it doesn't take long after for fuji to shift in bedă ¤&ă ¤lay down once more. immediately diving into the warmth of her lover's armsă ¤-ă ¤perfect, he was perfect. this was perfect. everything. even if it was nothing more than embraceă ¤;ă ¤here, there was peaceă ¤&ă ¤happinessă ¤&ă ¤safety. here, fuji was truly home. in this bed, in jericho's arms tucked under his chină ¤&ă ¤a leg tucked between both his own. jericho was home. " there . . . " she comments aloud, " just as it should be. " pleased with her own decision to return to bed with practically no further motivator. she hums, content when a set of lips press themselves against the crown of her head. but it doesn't take long for fuji to pick her head up, " you missed, handsome. are you sure you're a proper, hotshot gunslinger? "
the look the vampire gets is enough to drive a giggle out of soft tiers before reaching up to press a kiss upon those familiar lips. each one a softly written promiseă ¤:ă ¤you're perfect. you're everything. you're radiant. you're mine. i am yours . . . i love you.