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@direcode asked: raven sticks our their tongue and blows a raspberry at him. yes. very mature. ☆ ┈ ┊ that's kind of rude.
there are a number of ways abby can respond. he runs through his options before he settles on reaching out to grab their chin, leaning in to press their mouths together. he pulls back, grinning at them.
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@direcode asked: "i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings." - raven :) ☆ ┈ ┊ ↳ 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨 ⋆ ˚ ༘♡
abby has never, in his hundreds of years, heard anyone refer to themselves as a prostitute of feelings. it makes him laugh ; the kind of laugh that shakes the whole body and has him doubling over because he can't contain it. he knows raven means it, that they care a lot, that they feel a lot, but this was definitely a creative way to say so. "you're so . . . weird," he says, and it's almost affectionate the way his voice softens, the way his expression relaxes. "maybe i can learn a thing or two from you."
@direcode asked: " i'm going to have to shit so bad later. " - raven ☆ ┈ ┊ WEIRD SHIT ME & MY BF HAVE SAID TO EACH OTHER.
he nearly spits his drink out, having to force himself to swallow before he's hitting his chest. she was the strangest person he had ever met and he had spent centuries in the underworld. when he's sure he's not going to drown in his soda, he looks at them, shaking his head, trying not to grin. "wow, didn't realize we were that close already. jeeze, you almost killed me."
CHAPTER INCOMING !! continued from here !! written by @direcode
he stands beneath the streetlights, the soft orange glow spilling across his shoulders, casting long shadows down the pavement. his arms are crossed tightly over his chest, more out of habit than cold, and his head tilts downward, eyes fixed on nothing in particular as he sinks into thought.
" of course, gather your bearings, take whatever time you need. "
his voice is steady, quiet against the distant hum of the city. he lifts one hand to his chin, thumb brushing lightly along his jaw as his gaze shifts slightly, watching from the corner of his eye.
" but i must ask, how often do you have to worry about that? "
his posture stays relaxed, but he worries with a tightening grip on blue that she'll turn again at any second. if he knows nothing, this might be a moon situation, and he's certain that could still be a problem as grey eyes look upwards towards the night sky.
" why so aloof, dear? unless you have something to hide. "
“I’m “aloof” because that temperament suits me best.” — and, honestly, it doesn’t get more complicated than that. All things considered, he could be a lot more volatile than he is currently… and give many more people something to be actually concerned about when it comes to his behavior. All that “energy” — all that stress, all that compartmentalized trauma, all those swirling emotions — would be one hell of a thing to just… funnel into his personality. Projecting it outwards instead of in would probably be… pretty cathartic.
That would be selfish, though, and he couldn’t be that.
“People who aren’t aloof hide things as well.” Caio then points out, “So… I don’t think that personality is the best criteria to determine if someone is hiding something.”
( i forget if I liked an inbox call for this - @direcode )
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@direcode asked: [ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] you get it to a degree that terrifies me !! - raven ☆ ┈ ┊ 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵 𝑼𝑵𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹.
[ sent to: raven ] that just means we have to be besties, right? [ sent to: raven ] i mean i'm pretty sure that's just the law
“ so … what's it like? being a criminal justice major? do you get to solve crimes? ” / @direcode ( raven ), ♡
@direcode asked: cat? person? doesn't matter. raven reaches out her hand very carefully, big blue eyes starry, in an attempt to get haneul's permission to pet his head.
haneul blinks slowly, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks as he turns to face raven. for a long moment, he simply stares at her outstretched hand, brows furrowed in subtle confusion. then, as if realizing her intent, his expression softens. a faint, rosy blush staining his cheeks.
" oh . . . you want to touch my head ? " the spirit asks softly, voice still husky from sleep. he's quiet for a beat, then gives a small, shy nod, leaning into raven's gentle touch, eyes fluttering close as her fingers thread through his hair. a pleased rumble builds in his throat, & he tilts his head, unconsciously seeking more of her touch. " you have kind hands, " haneul says simply, smiling at her. there's a sincerity in his tone, a quiet wonder, as if discovering the simple joys of a gentle touch for the very first time.
