#diablecharmant

    { @diablecharmant. ♛ ━━  *

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ    AND GRAY KNEW he’d been staring — it wasn’t his fault, he just couldn’t help it. At this point, his composure had already gone astray &&. sent asunder so early in the day, how pitiful. 

Nevertheless, his eyes continued to soften at the man across the Guild Hall &&. his heart thrummed lightening fragments throughout his thorax at how IRIDESCENCE Freed appeared … beneath the dimming light. Gray watched as his nimble digits furled into the soft entanglement of emerald strands ( &&. the way he collected them so deftly, so effortlessly into a high ponytail ), until it revealed the tender flesh that was the back of his neck. 

━━ and Gray continued to watch … without realizing that he was being presently encumbered by the realm of the other’s undeniable CHARM.

           &&. IT WAS STUPID, because even a beat of contemplation allowed him another moment of greedy perusing– a not so subtle scrutiny at Freed’s currently NEGLECTED profile. Gray unabashedly drank in the artful nooks of his aesthetics —- the pale exposure of his nape, and the way his vibrant locks fanned his shoulders like a settling dust cloud.

He drew in a trembling breath before his attention finally wavered – threatening to sink back into the slouching liquor within his glass. As his caged heart begin to clamber, Gray was spiraling into a realm of endless wondering regarding how LONG it’d been … since he last finds himself losing touch with his ( carefully forged ) self-control.

It was frustrating. Freed was frustrating—– frustrating him in the MOST frustrating way that the Rune Mage wasn’t even aware of it himself. Briefly clutching at the bridge of his nose, Gray banged his head against the wooden surface of the counter as a reddened hue fully manifested his features.

    He’s just so… he’s just so goddamn pretty.

<Muses Heart>

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

At the first indication that he received a message Bixlow merely groaned, not at all inclined to peel himself up from the pile of messy blankets he had buried himself in upon his return home. His lacrima had been abandoned haphazardly on his nightstand, where it currently lay buzzing and luring the Seith mage into deeper madness.

It was only when he heard yet another distinguishable ping that he forced himself up, bleary eyes still shielded by the helmet he neglected to remove glancing towards the infernal device that dared wake him so late.

Who the hell was messaging him at this time.... Wait, Freed?

The moment the familiar name of one of his best friend’s caught his attention the seith mage felt all drowsiness escape his being. Instead amusement blossomed in it’s place, a large grin replacing his previously surprised expression.

[Text]: Huh...? Freed baby, what’d ya hav’ ta drink and where can I get some? Sharing is carin’, ya know!

While Freed very rarely actually drank enough to inhibit his self control like this, Bixlow could tell from a mile away when his friend was intoxicated. He always found it enjoyable to see the usually eloquent man lacking any actual sense with his words. Although that almost meant that something was bothering the other.

[Text]: An’ who’s this capt’n guy? Don’t tell me ya had a thing for someone this whole time an’ ya never bothered to tell me!!

Something had changed.

She wasn’t sure what that something was specifically, but the fact it had changed was clear as day. She wondered if anyone else notice. Obviously, knowing her guild, they had. Which begged the question- 

- did he realize?  Sitting next to him, a cup of tea steaming next to her and papers scattered about the table, she wondered if he chose to ignore what was going o between them, or just didn’t see it that way. Either option made her stomach churn. Still, he sat next to her and she to him. Their legs brushed under the table from proximity, shoulders even touched when they both reached for paper or to dip their pens in ink.

They were close. Very close- and perfectly comfortable with it. The scene wasn’t new, not by a long shot. They often worked together like this.

       “The D is in a subscript in this paragraph, isn’t it?”

Even her questions, or his own to her, were seen as normal. 

 Still- she was hyper aware of the subtle difference. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been. Perhaps it was all in her head- there were many reasons for the strange comfort they seemed to provide each other. Why he seemed to pause at times while staring at her, or seemed protective of her.

Simple things. Such as being her friend and her Guildmate. It didn’t have to mean m o r e, did it?

       “Um- odd question but... do you.. sometimes ever think about          dating?”

    “Wow- erm- things seem.. really busy tonight-...

there’s always the possibility to withdraw to the library B’)

"oh- well- that.. I think that would be great!"

A yawn- quite the loud one in fact and she covered it with one hand while a chill ran down the rest of her body. 

          THE LIQUID SUBSTANCE OF PERSPIRATION WAS DECORATING HIS FACE. His apparel consisting nothing flamboyant other than a sleeveless shirt in a navy blue hue that was CLINGING to his abdominal muscles and pectorals, eventually showcasing his ENORMOUS BUILT; then, a pair of casual trousers and sports shoes to complete the entirety of the look. Nothing meritorious, but it wasn’t necessary either.

          He was standing TOWERING, as accustomed. His concentration was given at THE EPITOME OF FAITHFULNESS, as it was a matter of time to declare his unamusement.