#icantwiththem

-HE’S HOLDING HER HEAD SO TENDERLY!😭❤️

I can’t he’s(they’re) so cute 🥺❤️

Also looks at his expression in the second one bro his face literally screams

“Don’t. Fucken. Touch. Her. “ 😳🥵

And juvia’s tiny hand on his chest 🤯😘

           Looking to Kiki as she stepped outside of the car, he allowed the wiccan to take the lead, each step invoking a sense of what could be best described as a breath consciously held, the fear of breaking the silence; as if a prey on the lookout for a predator. He stood by Kiki’s doorway, watching as the human unlocked the door. There was no need for him to speak, as it seemed Kiki had come to understand what entailed to being a vampire. Once invited inside; once Kiki had entered her home, Stanislav was able to crossover the invisible barrier.

         Taking a look around, it was quite easy to tell that Kiki had made this apartment her own. It was messy, chaotic, yet colorfully comfortable--though it personally didn’t fit with the vampire king’s personal aesthetic, he could tolerate it only because this was Kiki. Someone who, despite his insistent denial, had secured a place in his heart. 

      He looked to Kiki if but for a moment, slowly walking around; closely examining the way she had arranged her living room. Hands in his pockets, he eventually turned his body to face the human. Hesitance hung heavy in the air, he could hear Kiki’s quiet pulse within the silence. Right there, if he could only tell her. He opened his mouth, only to immediately seal his lips as a look of defeat crossed his hues. No, he couldn’t bring himself to confess--not now, not while he wanted to believe in the illusion despite his logic. He wanted to believe that this feeling, this arrangement between the two, could happen.

         “...Your home is quite lovely. I like it.” The vampire king spoke, a soft smile tracing his lips. Here, without the presence of others--only here he felt comfortable enough to allow himself to feel; even if he maintained some personal distance.

            “Now what was it you wished to do, Miss Kiki?”        

“Ya know I always thought that thing about inviting vampires into your home was a myth but turns out it isn’t!” As they walked inside she threw her keys on her kitchen counter and sat her purse down on it as well. Grabbing a hair twisty from her pocket she tied her hair up in a loose ponytail. “I’m glad you do, though I’m sure it’s wayyyy different from your home” she walked into the living room area where he was and smiled up at him. “Welll what would you like to do? We could watch a movie or could show you old art or pictures or guitar....whatever you want...” she was just happy that she managed to get Stan to her house. It’s funny how only a little while ago they were strangers but now even when he wasn’t around he played a big part in her life.