#hereticpath

Send a "👋" For My Muse's reaction to Your's running their hands along their body.

It had seemed typical. Just any other back-and-forth. Chuuya had forgotten what they were even talking about before now, but he couldn’t even think about that over the fact that Dazai just drove him up the wall. He was about to speak again, but feeling the other’s hands on him made him freeze up.

“Oi, what...” He looked down for a moment, watching Dazai’s hands slide up his arms. Chuuya seemed to slowly relax, but Dazai would be able to feel his pulse still thumping as those hands reached Chuuya’s neck. He met Dazai’s eyes, a clear question of ‘what are you doing?’ visible in his expression. It would lessen slightly when those hands reached his face.

It wasn’t the first time Dazai had had his hands on Chuuya’s face, not by a long shot. There had even been times he’d brought the mafioso back to his senses, just with a simple touch to his cheek. With a slow exhale, Chuuya leaned into the other’s touch. Some small part of him nagged him to do more than that, but he resisted.

Still... Despite how oddly nice it felt, he had to wonder why Dazai would just do this out of nowhere.

LETS FREAKING MURDER SERI.

    She can feel the race in her heart, as straps and chains prevent her from being able to move at all.  Wrestling against the restraints proves to be pointless as metal eats into the skin with a bruising twist.  She must’ve been figured out, Angou had warned her of the dangers of PORT MAFIA, but she needed to find proof of their wrong doings.

    Either way she needed an out and soon, before they figure out who her boss actually is.  All hopes dash at the clicking sound of footsteps against concrete, a giddy sort of smile dressing along the gangster’s lips with what appears to be a cattle prod at hand.  His taunting sing song voice almost steels her nerves for whats to come.  Leaking any information is not an option she’s willing to entertain.

    The quiet thrum of the instrument being brought to life is drowned out by the mans intense gaze, willing the woman to let the truth be known.  She tuts and averts her eyes from the scene, rather feeling than seeing as the device is pressed against her skin.

    It’s almost like her body no longer becomes her own, as her legs and arms spasm in their restrains, the metallic clinking a background noise to her muffled groans.  She can feel the tightening of her muscles as the device is moved away from her, her heart races as it remains unsure of what it’s supposed to do.  Will she die here, down in some damp underground torture chamber, keeping the desired secrets close to heart ?

    She shouldn’t cry over this, she attempts to will the frantic beat of her heart into something normal and regular.  It doesn’t last long when the next round comes into view, “ No !”  She cries, squirming away from the awful contraption, it hangs like a blackmail before her, another cheeky question that she refuses to answer - even with the terror of pain, of the feeling of losing feeling in her limbs as her thundering heart beats to a frantic rhythm.

Send ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ to kiss my muse on the cheek

    It’s a bright day with the sing - songs of life filling the air, drawing a skip in her step as she makes her way through the busy streets.  Who would’ve guessed the wonders of the day would start so happily ?  Well they usually do for the Housekeeper.

    Is it over the top if she starts humming too ?

    She skips and dances as if her feet were light like a feather, gently floating freely with the wind, nothing else seems to really matter in this moment.  The familiar sign for the ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY welcomes the housekeeper as she skips and twirls her way to the office, assisting these important people with mundane tasks is the least she can do.    “ Good morning ~”  She sings as she enters, her eyes and smile bright like her mood.  She, herself is greeted with a soft peck on her cheek.  It draws her smile into a grin, and brings her arm to wrap around the shoulders of the assailant.

Send 💉 to spot my Muse with a busted lip they planned to hide

That punch had hurt a lot more than Chuuya had expected it to. Aside from knocking him dizzy, after a few minutes he could barely feel his lip. That fucker must have busted it up... And bolted while he was still stunned. Lovely.

Upon standing up and turning on his heel to find something to clean this up with, of course he would have the wonderful luck of running right into his old partner. Rather than say anything, Chuuya wasted no time in trying to wipe away the blood with the back of a gloved hand. Though, knowing Dazai, the other had probably already seen his injury.

Say a muse and I’ll tell you a headcanon ! / @hereticpath

Unspoken Fluff Starters

Chuuya perks up a little bit at the sudden, slight weight placed on his shoulders. He could see whose coat it was, looking to it’s owner with a confused look. He was about to protest, but... On second thought, he’d accept it, gripping the fabric a little.

Dogma could only stare at the other as he toyed with the soldier in his clutches, noticing the delight in his eyes before they landed on him. Interest piqued as the other man continued his little speech, a brow perked up.

“Mm, fair enough. Those sorts of pleas do get old after a while.” He shrugged, casually walking closer. Soon enough he could see the terror in the soldier’s face. Hm, another demon had already gotten this one? A shame, then again this one didn’t seem to be one for sharing. Still, he could hear the loud snap of the soldier’s neck, watching him land on the ground in a lifeless heap. Staring at the corpse for a moment, he nudges it with his foot before huffing a sigh.

“You know, I can’t say I appreciate when someone wastes a meal...” A wide smirk adorned the blond’s face a moment later, red hues glinting as they locked on the other man’s face. This one seemed like he’d be fun to mess with.