#fcxdarling

Ymir blushed for a moment as his eyes fixated onto her back. He nodded as he spoke. “ Sure, Anri. “ He took small steps towards her as his hands went up to pull on the zipper. He took a small gulp as he thought of an idea- 

The boy grinned in a goofy, drowsy fashion as he laid beside Anara. He lifted a hand to brush some of her head behind her ear and then to cup her cheek. Moving closer and pressing his forehead to hers, he wrapped his arms and legs around her smaller body. 

‘ Not as cute as ya’ though. ‘

Burlesuqe’s shoulders slumped as a dopey look of admiration crossed his features. He is so in love with Anara it’s ridiculous- he can’t think straight. The ginger made his way towards his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her frame in a bear hug. He pressed a bunch of kisses all over her face, snickering a little between each kiss. After a few moments he stopped and just hugged her, nuzzling his face into the nape of her neck. 

‘ ‘ey, at leas’ we know we’re uh good lookin’ c’uple. ‘

He responded with a light chuckle, but it was followed it by a pout as she shoved his work towards him. It was just am assignment he had to do with every film project; the ginger needed to write down the technology used and write some paragraphs about it. Not that big of a deal- but it was for his easily distracted mind. 

His hand reached down and picked up a pencil, his lips still pouting as he read over the instructions for the thousandth time- which they still didn’t make sense. Spacing on the work, he counted how many times Anara tapped her pencil without looking up- mentally coming up with a beat in his head like the musician he is. That’s when his girlfriend stretched across the furniture between them, giving him a kiss that made his dorky smile appear on his face again.

‘ Tha’s it? C’mon, ‘nara, I know ye’ like kissin’ me t’much f’er tha’ t’be it. ‘

Burlesque retorted, leaning his cheek into one palm and winking at the girl.

// post // 

It was what, nearly four in the morning? The bar was closed, it was silent beside some music that was probably some old soft rock from the 80′s. Skidmore was doing her usual cleanup; making the tables around the room shiny and making the beer glasses shimmer in the low light. The girl could have sworn she was alone, but her sleep deprived mental state was lying to her. The pinkette was too focused on the spec on the clear mug that Anara’s voice and words nearly make Skidmore’s soul leave her body. 

“Dear God, Anara!” She yelped, a distressed and surprised expression on her face- much different from her normal persona. That’s when the blonde’s words processed through the slow turning gears in Skidmore’s head, causing her to become stiff, awkward, and doing everything she could to avoid Anara’s gaze. A bit of panic tightened her chest as a weird feeling fluttered in her stomach, and she kept her back to the other to prevent any glances at her unusual facial expression.

“Warn me next time-”

Small chatter about miscellaneous topics went back and forth between the two girls. Skidmore behind the bar and Anara sitting on a stool. The blonde stated something rather goofy, causing Aries incarnate to snort and shake her head while fiddling with her black skirt like an impatient child. Lifting her head back up to say something else, her voice got caught in her throat as some customer leaned against the bar and started speaking to Anara.

Icy blue eyes rolled and drifted off, blocking out the conversation and shifting to her job. She placed the glass she had been cleaning with the rest, organizing them a bit and putting her rag. Her permanent glare glanced up at a reflective surface of some kind, seeing the man lifting his hand and trailing it down Anara’s arm slowly. Something feral ran up Skidmore’s spine and her head snapped around quickly, the most intense and angry fire in her eyes as she burned holes into the guy’s mug.

“Hey, prick. Get your beer gut, trash self away from my girlfriend.” She sneered, fully turning to the light drunkard as he realized her presence. The pinkette’s form seemed to have a fire of pure ill temper as she slowly stepped closer to the scum.

“Get out or I’ll shove my steel toed boot so far up your ass your doctor won’t have to stick his finger in there during your next prostate exam, because I’ll leave a whole big enough for him to see from a mile away- clear as day.” With that threat, he backed off and nearly ran out of the bar. 

“Have a nice fucking day!” She yelled after him, settling down and glancing at Anara before turning back to the beer glasses that needed cleaning.