#lasmenina

“...like someone? huh?”

“you could’ve just said you wanted a fight.”

                              if he were surprised, jugram never showed it. chilled, viridescent colored eyes watched her; he felt the gentle pull of the strand of his hair. meanwhile his own gaze lingering on her own vibrant pink. a loud color for a ritter who held the power. it was befitting. his secret was merely the reishi intake, just a good amount to keep him from looking a mess. as the strand of hair slips between her fingers, his own hand reaches forth to gently grab her wrist. 

     eyes averting towards her hand, his thumb stroking the soft skin along her palm.  he knew her ways. flattery would get no where, but who was to say he could not do the same? one would call it petty, but he did it in a way that was both charming and respectful. ❝ only if you tell me how you get your hands to be so soft. ❞ his hands, however, were not free of callouses. training with the sword all his life, not once had jugram ever knew what it felt like to have hands so subtle. it had his mind wondering if it were just her hands and her entire being? she was the strength, the power.

@lasmenina

@lasmenina,        unprompted,        always  accepting.

             &.        they  say  there  is  victory  to  be  found  in  numbers,          triumph  in  the  midst  of  ice        &.        dust  across  a  now  vacant  battlefield  spattered  with  blood  of  shinigami  kind,        &.        oh    . . .     how  it  spawns  a  type  of  wicked  excitement  within  the  quincy’s  veins  to  know  that  this  was  their  doing.      it’s  their  whole  life  purpose:        to  slaughter  the  same  way  soul  reapers  had  once  done  unto  their  ancestors,        &.        dove  would  be  caught  in  a  dead  lie  to  admit  she  does  not  take  some  sort  of  pride  in  it  all.    besides   . . .    with  meninas        &.        the  rest  of  her  crew  at  her  side,        what  is  there  that  they  cannot  do        ?