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“...Wait... Fairy Boy? You... don’t look like yourself--”

Text Meme - [ ACCEPTING ]

        this was the man he was dating.            THIS was the man he had fallen so irreversibly in love with.                T H I S was the man he was hoping to exchange vows with one day.

                                  one would think he would be used to his significant other’s bold, oftentimes ‘not safe for work’ responses, and, in most cases, he could skillfully anticipate them before the ticking bomb was dropped. darquise was never one to stray away from a stable window of opportunity, snagging the chance to force any potentially romantic conversation from its steady path, and barreling towards sexual CHAOS.

        --- goodness, though, he was a handful; but damn, was he lovable all the same.

[ Text to - Quisy 🍆 ]: there’s an eggplant beside your name in my contacts now.[ Text to - Quisy 🍆 ]: i feel it is befitting of your inability to keep your mind out of the gutter...[ Text to - Quisy 🍆 ]: and your hand AWAY from my... you know.[ Text to - Quisy 🍆 ]: eggplant.

              there were things that needed to be tended to. chores that needed to be done… necessities that needed to be procured. his flower garden had been lost to the frigid cold, but the few blossoms he had managed to salvage required daily attention. all of this, he had planned to accomplish come the morning, and when the sun broke between the curtains that hung from his wooden windows, he took that as his cue to rise and begin his day.

                  his attempts are paused, however, as harshly cold fingers curl around his wrist, urging him back down and beneath the warm sheets of their shared bed. “ eben… “ he coos, gently, smiling fondly at the darker’s unwillingness to grant him an immediate departure, daring allow the parting of an amused laugh as he groans, against ivory’s tugs. “ my e-bo-ny~ you know when you do things like this, it makes it harder for me to deny you. “                                  ah, but he submits, eventually, sidling up and against his stubborn partner. a content sigh goes muffled, within hair reminiscent of night’s beautiful embrace, as eben immediately curls around his lighter half’s warmer form, feeding off of both his heat and the gentle touch of his skin. pale fingers lose themselves amidst disheveled strands, the grin ‘pon his lips stretching, as eben leans into his touch.

Hit on my muse:

                    ... and here, we can see the exact moment Dark Dragmire begins to question his life choices as he slides his gaze towards his irritating significant other. The book he’d stuffed his face into hours ago is disregarded in favor of addressing this problem, the silverette rising from his seat and approaching the younger male with a deadpan expression.

     “I find myself wondering why I’m dating you.”          “Because you love me so damn much. If I recall correctly, you had feelings for me long before we even got together.”

                                   “I... y-you...”

          Silence. Defeat.

                    There it went, that shit-eating grin, plastering itself upon the tanner’s face as if on cue - gods above, he HATED how he always lost to Darquise! He couldn’t even defend himself, for both he AND the darker knew his cocky statement was the truth, and nothing but the truth, forcing Dark to withdraw from the battlefield and leave Darquise to revel in his victory... as always.

     “I hate you.”          “No... no you don’t, babe.”

                    No... no, he didn’t, and more than likely, their little childish exchange would end in a certain moody silverette pinned beneath a certain brat with ebony strands atop the bed. As per routine, the lighter of the two would be acting as if he didn’t want whatever was about to unfold, yet both of them would know good and well he would be begging and pleading within minutes, much to the darker’s pleasure.

There were few who were as close to the Dark King as Sheik was, which meant he was in a rare position that would make it easy for him to end Ganondorf's life. All it really would take would be the use of one well-placed blade stabbed between his shoulder blades, and there wouldn't be enough dark magic in the world to keep the King alive. Poison would well as well, or perhaps slitting his throat. There were a multitude of options to take -- and the sheikah had done none of them.

A strange change had overcome the sheikah shortly before Link had died. His subterfuge had come to light, and Ganondorf had kept him sequestered for several days. That time had done something, and instead of being an ally to the Princess Sheik had become a full supporter of Ganondorf and his twisted actions.

Dark red eyes peered over the scarf wrapped around his face. The sheikah was currently crouched along the cliffs that lined Kakariko, his gaze focused intensely on the townsfolk below. His advice had been to raze the whole town to ensure any potential trouble makers were killed, but Ganondorf has decided to simply monitor them instead. It was foolish in Sheik's eyes, especially considering how the remains of the sheikah civilization was buried deep within the village. Getting rid of it all was the only way to be safe.

Well. If he caught sight of anything suspicious, perhaps they could still do that.

The sound of footsteps behind him had Sheik drawing a weapon, and the blade of his dagger was pressed up against the other's gut without the sheikah even batting an eye. "Sneaking up on me is poor practice," he said idly before glancing back.

Send a ship/pairing, and the MUSE will share their thoughts:

                    One would expect the young chef to have much to say about his beloved ‘Quisy, but he has fallen strangely silent, hands decorated in grease burns and knife markings struggling to occupy themselves amidst the awkward moment. He fidgets with the collar of his shirt one second, only to guide his hands downwards towards the loops of his belt line thereafter.

                                  “He… I…” A deep breath, as if such would help him gather his thoughts, and then, “I love him, and I know he loves me. A lot of people always talk about how adorable we are together… y’know, the shy, innocent chef and the bold, strong psychology student. Opposites really do attract. I just…”

                    And this is where the uncertainty begins to make its unwelcome presence known, nestling itself deep within Dark’s heart. He adores his beloved, far beyond what words could ever hope to explain, and he knows the other feels just as strongly for him. The rough patch they had barely gotten through was proof enough of their indestructible bond, and ever since, they’d been… near perfect, really, but… as always, there would still be that lingering doubt. The words that others spoke in regards to their relationship– how Dark was temporary, or how he must have been a damn good bang in order to hold Darquise’s interests this long… or, perhaps how the darker male was simply staying with him due to a bet. Everyone liked money, didn’t they, and as college students who were close to finishing up their degrees, they were certainly in need of every little bit they could get.

                   It… bothered him, understandably, even if he knew each and every rumor was heavily coated in falseness. It ate away at him for the most ridiculous of reasons, but once again, he was choosing not to tell his beloved, instead letting it fester despite knowing the dangers it could pose. 

LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.

          Never had the hero seen such a thing in real life. The only time he’d ever seen such an entity was within the horrifying visions Lanayru had given him in regards to the Fused Shadow, but that’s all it was: a vision. A darker version of himself and what he could become if corrupted by its power, but this figure before him? It was all to real. 

         He had blinked several times over to see if they would disappear and never once did they move their position. If he wanted to he could even reach out to touch him, but he didn’t dare to try such a thing. Instead he remained locked in place on high alert as he didn’t know what they were capable of as he only knew of what he’d seen in the past. Though as they mentioned just how familiar he had looked to them he quirked a brow.

         Had they met before?

                   Did he just have a identical face to another?

                             Or did they somehow see that same vision?

         Whatever it was Link felt a bit confused on the matter. He’s never seen them in person despite their own familiar appearance, but he was willing to bet that the reasons for them recognizing him was completely different than his own. This allowed him to be curious on just why he looked familiar to them, but in the moment he decided it was best not to question it. At least not yet anyways as a bit of uneasiness settled into his stomach. It wasn’t that he was scared of who was before him as he’d seen much worse, but that if they were anything like the spirit had shown him he was a bit worried about what their answer might be.

         “I do?” Tilting his head slightly he shifted his weight all onto his right leg. “I’ve never seen you around before.”

                    A cold, icy gaze flicked upwards towards the mirror as hands skillfully worked to fasten the expensive tie around his neck - gray in color today, to complement the black slacks that covered his long legs, and the black coat that would soon be tugged over his arms and thin frame. As the owner of one of the most successful companies in the world, he dared not present himself as anything less - hell, he didn’t even own a single pair of sweatpants, or a ‘graphic tee’ as many were known to call them. He was here to work for a degree, social life and networking be damned. He didn’t need friends; they only resulted in baggage ( and god cards above, he wouldn’t even entertain the thought of pursuing anything romantic with anyone ).

                    The day’s schedule planned out and memorized, he emerged from the bathroom of the university after one last wardrobe check. Quickly, did he saunter past his circle of security guards, ( who then followed after him without need of a command ), and headed to his psychology class, an elective he had chosen to take up with his business in mind.

                    He may not have been one to openly express or admit it, but often did he struggle when it came to dealing with other people in a manner that didn’t seem... pretentious and/or rude. Empathy and sympathy were also near foreign to him, as well as how to read people at a level to where he could communicate with them efficiently. Such traits were essential when it came to being an entrepreneur - he was successful on the business and technology side of things, but relationships with his clients and employees were often strained. Such had lead him to register for this psychology class in hopes that it would help...

                    -- and it had been at first... until one student in particular had driven him far past his standard level of patience ( which was, admittedly, not that high at all ). The ebony-haired psychology major seemed to make it a goal of his to irritate him on several occasions, as if trying to see how many times he could inflict the teenage millionaire with a pounding headache during the week. Talk backs, small bickering sessions, side commentary - he even dared try to correct the brunette, making him feel downright stupid in front of the entire class. For someone who presented himself so... UGH-ly, it only further irked the sapphire-eyed business major that he was capable of getting under his skin with such ease, and even rivaling his quiz and test scores just to add onto the pile.

                    So, he wasn’t stupid... academically.