#impetuousheart

“Trust me when I say, not every antique is as stereotypically brittle as ya might wanna think---after all, they’ve lasted so long for a reason,” then, making a pointed show of stretching out his muscles, flesh now kissed with a slight shimmer of sweat from actually allowing a measure of exertion, he cheekily adds, a lopsided grin stretching his features: “Plus, this particular piece here is priceless.”

At least Andrey wasn’t trying to hide the fact that this little encounter of theirs was riling him up---and, Xigbar had to admit, he was gleaning his own measure of enjoyment from it all as well. He imagined one thing would lead to another soon enough, as the majority of their interactions did.

But he wouldn’t be the first one to crack.

Not this time, he resolved.

“C’mon, if ya really still think makin’ cracks about my age is gonna getcha any sorta leverage in this fight, you’re barkin’ straight up the wrong tree, pup,” and he begins to match Andrey’s circular stride with his own---like two boxers, each waiting for the other to make the first swing. “I know I’m like a fine wine, the years only makin’ me tastier and more potent.”

Pausing, one hand on his hip, the other lifted in a come hither gesture.

Thankfully, it seemed that Andrey was willing to move on from the more sentimental aspects of the conversation---even seeming to throw in a little innuendo as a bonus, maybe to lighten the mood---to a subject a little more grounded in what Xigbar could handle.

And, of course, Xigbar was all about showing off his guns.

Making sure he didn’t smack Andrey with the bulk of the displayed Arrowgun, Xigbar lifted it fully into view for the man to admire---all of its intricate points and glowing facets, its owner quite proud of its appearance, power, and usefulness.

Sure, it wasn’t exactly a Keyblade, but it got the job done.

“Well, just so ya know, these can’t be handled by just any ol’ Joe,” this said while sliding his finger along the length of what served as the barrel. “These are custom made, just for myself, so I got somethin’ of a---I dunno, guess it could be called a link to ‘em.

What does your muse think is my muse’s most attractive feature? (A Compilation, bc I am too lazy to put them all as separate asks but feel free to comment on any of them pls and also i am Still Accepting these)

@deathleads sent: " The Lips. The eyes and the way you look at me, of course. Everything about you is attractive. "

@crystalcracked (or whatever url, if you ever plan to rp roche again but obvs never any pressure but i love this response) : "what's attractive about you? hm. absolutely fucking nothing. if i kiss you it's to get you to shut up ;)" this is definitely said with a not so subtle smirk from the speed demon, though.

@impetuousheart sent: [impetuousheart thinks every square inch of the man is his most attractive feature 😤😤😤 definitely not something embarrassing like his ability of understanding or his laugh or his caring nature he definitely doesn’t have]

@bidotheuncanny sent: so sorry for the wait i have been busy with Life. bido thinks xigs most attractive feature is...... i mean does the leather count. it isnt an inherent feature or anything but. aside from that definitely his Swagger and Confidence. as for actual physical features, maybe his smile, or his scar, or his waist... generally though he finds the whole package. chefs kiss. very good

@envioussin sent: most definitely that jawline ( for the attractive feature meme )

anonymous sent: His voice, especially as Braig/Xigbar

"Trust me, folks, there's more than enough of me to go around. I'm never one to leave my adorin' fans unsatisfied."

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@impetuousheart sent: 🎁

An evening in---something that Kuja had needed for quite some time, for even one so extroverted as himself needed a moment to revive his social energies. And yet, he found himself overcome by a sense of ennui, the last several novels and poetry collections picked up tossed aside with measured nonchalance in favor of a melodramatic sprawl upon his divan.

At last, after mulling over this quandary, the decision became clear: some music was in order. Eyeing the record player he had confiscated during his travels, he knelt down to sift through the series of large black discs until he found something that would, hopefully, suit his mood.

However, oddly, he wished not to be alone when engaged in absorbing these melodies---yet he knew that could be quickly remedied.

Tiptoeing from the solitude of his quarters, he rapped swiftly upon the door with curled knuckles, but did not await the door to be opened to him, of course. Twisting the knob, and peering in, he announced without hesitation, “I require a dance partner---do meet me in my room in several minutes,” before shutting the door once more, heedless of any response.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  |  Accepting!

@impetuousheart​ sent:  tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  CHEEK  /  nose ] .

The masquerade through the open balcony door just behind them was in full swing: everyone decked out in their finest regalia, beyond-expensive accessories, and masks of varying sparkle and glamour; the orchestra a bombastic riot of festive and cheerful melodies; and, of course, every drink imaginable, being guzzled down in quantities befitting the noble class, whose responsibilities did not require them to awaken at a decent hour the next morning (or, any morning, really).

And for a few moments Kuja had sought fresh air from such merriment upon the balcony through the open doorway---a brief few minutes to ponder the fullness of the twin moons, the gentle twinkle of faraway starlight, the breeze that carried the silvery strands of his loosened hair cascading upon his pale shoulder. Such hazy, poetic musings that an artist like himself must conjure when alone, gazing upon a lovely night eternal---and it soothed him, in that melancholic manner to which he'd grown accustomed after the tumultuous events leading to his “death,” and subsequent “resurrection,” if they could so be called that.

And then he’d felt the swift kiss upon his cheek.

The mage had been so very entrapped in his ruminations that he’d not bothered to pay mind to the form that had so impishly sneaked up to his side, steady footsteps allowing his companion to press lips upon Kuja’s revealed cheek.

Obviously, this meant that Kuja had not given permission for his companion to touch him in such a manner. And normally, such behavior would not be tolerated---would indeed merit punishment without hesitation.

And yet… he found himself in a rather odd mood, one that stayed his hand, and prevented any sharp movements---only the gentle tilt of his head in Andrey’s direction, with the soft lamplight upon the railing setting cerulean eyes aglow, even from behind the violet-feathered mask partially hiding his delicate features.

“Has the party bored you to an unbearable degree?” he inquired, turning away from the sprawling city and facing the open doorway once again, its interior a cacophonous contrast to the silence upon the balcony. “If so, perhaps you would prefer to accompany me for a walk.”

Typically, Kuja imagined it prudent to remain present during these various events until the locking of the doors and the shutting-off of the lights---but this night, he truly had no desire to stay even a moment longer.

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@impetuousheart​ sent:  💍 - for my muse to tie a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck or wrist.

It took time to properly prepare for a night at the opera, though it seemed Kuja’s companion was growing impatient with the extensive attention and care the mage was putting into preening his appearance. However, perhaps it was simply that Andrey did not understand the importance behind this abundance of preparation---that, when it came to Treno nobility, the cut of one’s finery and the expense of one’s accessories could equal either complete and total obedience to one’s whims---or complete and total expulsion from the social circle.

However, there was no denying that the time to leave was indeed drawing near, thus Kuja would be wise to finalize the details of his splendid self.

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Kuja gives the inquiry some thought---heftier than he imagines necessary, or even appropriate---before responding, still upside-down and in his rather whimsical mood, “Starting a fight would actually be absolutely delightful.” Then, rolling over onto his stomach, mirroring the other man with arms crossing underneath his chin, feathers bobbing with the gentle motion, he continues, tone continuing its fluttery cadence, “You know, from whence I hail, gladiatorial combat is quite the valiant form of entertainment. Beasts of massive proportions and horrendous strength, pitted against warriors of every form and magnitude.”

Then, easily, and with delicate grace, he slides effortlessly into a sitting position, thick thighs crossing---one stockinged leg over the other, a high heel bobbing to the muffled music playing in the background---as the folds of his silken garb flow seamlessly and fan out over the edges of the piano.

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@impetuousheart​ sent:  Requesting a tarot reading 

“So utterly full of uncertainty---of a fear you dare not openly express. But no worries, my dear, I am here to assuage any all-encompassing terror you might be experiencing with a dose of supernatural wisdom.”

Strength, upright.

“Starting quite strong---though, not entirely surprising, given your disposition---but, keep in mind, this does not mean simply physical strength. This card refers to strength of various sorts, even the more subtle: finding patience, courage, the ability to persist against all odds. What you lack, and desperately wish to gain, is the ability to stand on your own two feet, steady and sure, and to dispel the bad luck that has been following you all through your days.”

Nine of Pentacles, reversed.

“Ah, but herein lies the issue: deception. Harm has come unto you more times than you could possibly count, and this has wounded you immeasurably---how you conduct yourself, how you think, the very depths of your psyche.”

Seven of Rods, upright.