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@kukyc sent: "i licked you so you’re mine now"

Riku was busy using his gummiphone as a [ [ c l e v e r ] ] distraction when he felt something wet and , arguably , [ [ s l i m e y ] ] grace his cheek . His mouth fell agape at the sensation as he was made practically stunned into submission at the action he had just witnessed .

" . . . Did you just - . . . ? "

He took a moment to process what had just happened , closing his aquamarine eyes for a moment . He took a slow , [ [ d e e p ] ] breath before he decided what he actually wanted to say . . . Or [ [ d o ] ] . He was always told to pick his battles . Sure , he'd behave . . . [ [ m o s t l y ] ] . On that note , Riku wiped the spit from his cheek then wiped his palm across Vanitas' cheek .

some might find the aches & pains jolting through his body to be concerning - but , practicing under dedicated people like the top performers of kaleido stage , idolising those like layla hamilton , for riku it was to be expected . if anything , the more it hurt , the more it was a sign of a good day's hard work .

he's softened over time, most certainly , as has layla , with the presence of new people at the stage - while he still pushes himself to work hard , to perfect his acts as much as he can , he's no longer working himself ragged for the sake of perfectionism , at least not as much as he was .

it gives him time to take a breath , to sit for a few moments to rest before making his way around the stage , keeping a curious but mindful eye on others & their work . the stage , especially since the arrival of the newer recruits , has been livelier , brighter , a little bit less tense .

it's as he's passing by one of the practice areas that he spots vanitas , hanging by his legs from one of the trapeze bars - he must have been there for a while , as the trapeze has long since lost its momentum , but vanitas' gaze seems unfocused . perhaps he's zoning out , or maybe he's lost in thought ---- either way , it makes riku snicker , just a little bit , to see him jolt as riku presses a cool bottle of water to his cheek , the motion so sudden that the trapeze & its chains jostle with it ; if it were a less - trained individual , they probably would have fallen off the trapeze completely .

riku , at the very least , offers the bottle as an unspoken apology - though whether or not vanitas will take it ( or snatch it , might be more appropriate ? ) is another thing entirely .

If his brother could see him now-

The Veil was one of the best sources of information that anyone could ask for. People found their tongues loosened in the presence of pretty women (and men), and often spoke without thought in an effort to impress their partner for that evening. How easy it was for them to mistake the affection they had paid for as something real and genuine.

Lady Isabella had learned rather quickly that the Undying made for good patrons. They never touched her girls, paid well, and took advantage of the secrecy and cover that came from meeting at a place that was, when put bluntly, a whorehouse. Everyone knew of The Veil, and no one looked too closely at who came and went. If they poked their noses in a bit too far, someone would dig up their dirty secrets in turn.

It was in one of the rooms of the Veil that Jote had arranged for a meeting with a mercenary. She had said little about him, aside from the fact that he seemed capable enough to help them get into the depths of a ruin of the Fallen. There weren't many that could boast such skill, and even less that Jote would speak confidently of.

His attendant was standing by the door of the room, hands clasped firmly behind her back to make it easy to reach for the blade she kept there. Joshua was seated one of the plush chairs across from the man, saucer held lightly in one hand as he sipped at a cup of tea while... ignoring the sounds from the rooms around them.

"You'll forgive the meeting place, I assume. This discussion is one I would rather not be known to any others."

「   RP MEME :  random dialogue 2.0  」    

@kukyc asked: ‘ when was the last time you slept? ’

Cloud felt dizzy, and his eyelids felt so heavy that he didn't know if he would be able to lift them again. He started to fade out of clouded thoughts when he heard a voice call out to him. Well, he assumed so. The voice felt so close. As he blinked a couple of times, Cloud's vision started to come together. ❝ Wha? ❞

He started playing the words that were spoken to him on replay. When was the last time you slept? Why would they be asking that? Then in a flash Clou's eyes started to glow with a slight green tint and he stood up rapidly. ❝ Shit, how long was I here for? ❞ He sighed and looked around him. He needed to have his space, he was having another episode last night and wanted space to himself. Now he doesn't know how long he was here and his friends are probably worried.

“—Hey!” 

Zack had been calling out anyone who even looked out of place all afternoon. His assignment this time was patrol duty: find an intruder that’d infiltrated Shinra headquarters and ID the target, then eliminate the threat if necessary. It should’ve been an easy mission, but as out of place as the other seemed in Sector 8, was he really the person Zack was looking for?

IT’S  A  FOREIGN  THING,   showing some measure of  kindness  to his dark counterpart.     still it’s not out of ven’s scope,  given how  SWEET  he is.     so it’s with all the warmth & brightness that he can muster that ventus perches beside vanitas on one of the castle’s balconies,  a brilliant smile on his lips.

“  hey vanitas,  what’re you up to?  ”     nothing wrong with a little gentle conversation,  right?     after all,  he  is  supposed to be watching his darker half,  isn’t he?

〔 🐉 〕 ❛❛ VANITAS ; ( @kukyc​ )                                                      ‘🎶’

      Send me ‘🎶’ and I’ll write a starter for our muses based on the next song on my playlist.

      ❝ Never thought I’d feel like that again.. ❞ Being good, turning away from what her mother had wanted of her - from what society thought of her; She had worked hard to prove herself to not be the villain. But Van... He had a way of reaching into her heart - into her very core - and pulling her close. The darkness within him tempting, but Mal wasn't going to throw everything away...

      ❝ I came to peace with my path. ❞

         An odd sense of familiarity permeated the air around this individual. Perhaps she had caught sight of him before, somewhere / somehow. The exact placement remained a curious blank in the midst of her memories.  It brought about a peculiar sense of deja vu, not unlike what she had experienced upon hearing about Aqua, but there was an inherent difference present. Was it second hand, yet one more fleeting byproduct of another’s telltale experience ?