#jusoshi

  ❜ a bloody kiss . / @jusoshi

 smaller hand trembles , settled atop his heaving chest . embers fly to the sky , they've barely survived the last game and burned the witch . takes her a while to look away from the burning place and focus on him , thin fingers brushing away damp locks from his forehead as a smile appears on her lips . ❛ hey . . . ❜ pad of her thumb rubs under his eye . it's a stupid idea , one that'll get her in trouble but she can't help the pull ; the way she's lured into his charm , leaning in . lips hovering above his , for a few moments before she's kissing him . metallic taste not bothering her one bit , it suits him in a way when nothing but ice and violence follows his history . akina's hand presses on his cheek , she pulls away an inch to make sure she is quite eager to kiss him again and she does ── deeper , with a bigger smile .

 ❛ you taste just like i imagined . ❜ is that a compliment or an insult ? either way , the taste got her addicted in a blink of an eye . as if savouring the blessing , she's touching his bottom lip as she whispers ; ❛ are you okay ? ❜

pre established relationship with akina.

 black locks still a little damp , falling over the pale towel she holds around her bare shoulders . the pool is quieter very late at night , it's the smaller one on the east side of the building . where nobody wanders in , with no one to party around , she's only brought her towel and a bottle of water . geto doesn't come here too often , she wasn't ready for his presence just yet ; not when she's not polished a pretty way to somehow get under his skin and on his good side . nine of spades wasn't a small victory , it intimidated aguni no matter how he tried to hide it . only with her feet in the water , akina flashes him a bright smile . before indifference could take over his sharp features , akina is raising a hand . to catch his attention ; ❛ hey hey ! sorry ! can you come over here ? i think i hurt my ankle , i can't get up . ❜

 @jusoshi        aib.    ;     accepting

🍃 + a character: What would they have to do to get your muse to be more trusting towards them?

Trust is a two-way street, I feel. If Suguru trusts Miguel enough to take care of certain responsibilities or tasks, then he'll in turn trust Suguru more. Kind of like a push and pull- You help me, I help you dynamic.

The fact that he did trust in Miguel's abilities to stall Gojo (if not defeat him) AND Miguel used a priceless artifact (the Black Rope) to further Geto's plans speaks volumes in canon, so I think that they definitely reached a point where Suguru not only earned Miguel's trust but perhaps that of his clan as well.

✨ + a character: What must happen for your character to get involved with mine?

   she has to go back , she has to go back .

 the battle won , whatever puny disagreement he had with someone that akina didn't really care about . whenever she was let free all that she had to do was to keep him alive and fight fight fight — until she had nothing left . but they sit on soft grass and his bloodied hand grips onto her chin , pale flesh under red stained digits ; SHE WANTS TO TEAR HIM APART . geto's voice scratches her ears , he whispers but it feels like he's screaming . reduced to a curse under his influence , dying was the worst decision ever . it didn't help her , it only made her less real . under his mind , in the corner of his loud brain . dark gazes lock , whenever sunlight touches her irises they go white . half white , half normal stare , he smiles and she calmly blinks . the reason why akina wasn't being violent was the fact that she did want to stay outside more . to breathe in the clean air , even if she doesn't have to breathe . ❛ . . . don't touch me . ❜ comes the cold command without pulling her head away from his touch . her hair too light , black locks seemingly flying in the softest breeze of spring . tips of her claws painted dirty black , stained with blood ; his orders , something she never disobeyed . but despite her coldness , akina is mindlessly leaning into his palm .

 ❛ why won't you dance with me ? ❜ it's a purr rather than a whine , limbs swaying loosely until he sits her down on the table in front of him . if hatter knew anything good , it was the endless possibilities of having fun in an apocalyptic place like this when death knocked on their door every day . is it because she was dancing with a militant ? akina doesn't even remember his face when she easily crawls over to suguru's body and spreads herself on his lap ; arms around his neck like she was going to choke him . alcohol makes her much bolder than she actually is , which might be the worst thing that'll happen to him . locks of midnight tangled in her fingers , she's toying with them as she stares at his lips . neon lights pouring in her eyes , painting them almost honey colored momentarily before they close and she leans closer — that probably means danger , that means she's interested in him and has been since the night started . ❛ i wanna try something tonight . . . ❜  their lips linger close , heart hammers behind the ribs , smile widens as she tilts her head to left but refuses to kiss him yet . and when she does it's accompanied with a relieved moan . it ends quickly , akina licking her lips as she stares into the pools of darkness . she's catching him mid-sigh , another kiss , deeper and easier to respond to because it's not ending anytime soon . everyone around them blurs out , disappears into nothingness — she pulls away only to peck the corner of his mouth before returning to his lips . swollen , thanks to her , parted and breathless .

ship meme .