#lawfulchaotics

@lawfulchaotics​ - [COAT] - sender zips / buttons up receiver's coat for them. (for susie from frank)

It seemed a little strange, having to wear warm clothes in the entity’s realm, but not for the teenagers residing in Mount Ormond. The snow was a permanent feature in the area and it was rare for actual snow to fall from the sky; until now, that is.

Susie gave a little sniffle as the taller finally finished wrapping her in whatever he could find.... it made her feel a little embarrassed, but cared for.

today is the day that leon’s actually not in the best mood. pain has skyrocketed and his body is being hard on him today. he’s grumpy and had been drinking quite a bit more than usual, and that was before he had even gotten to work. he knows he’s supposed to be working on combat with ji-woon today, help him get urges out by fighting bioweapons. that’s their whole dynamic. the thing to stop the other from killing. that’s why he’s on the team now. but he’s irritated 

as he gets to the training ring, he scratches at his arm, not wanting to be there. he knows this isn’t going to be an easy fight. claws trying to fight against the gloves that he’s put on his hands to try and suppress. he’s just not in the mood for it. he’s already fully aware that the facemask he’s wearing to hide the rows of gnarling teeth will already make combat much harder. 

tomorrow is treatment, he can hold off until then. it’ll be fine. he steps in and looks at the other. his blue eyes look less than enthusiastic for once. leon should have just called in sick. but this-- their exchange. it was important. “ alright, ji-woon ---- ready to get this over with ? “something’s muttered under his breath. a language indistinguishable as english. or anything either of them should know, and leon just clears his throat before stretching out.  ( nog g’hroog. nog g’hroog. nog g’hroog. ) 

@lawfulchaotics​​ - [HUG] - sender tugs receiver in for a hug. (mercy for genji!)

Although no one could see it, the cyborg had a slight dusting of rouge on his scarred cheeks. Genji felt his shoulders suddenly release steam, but he eventually returned the hug from the woman.

“Lavender? That is a plant from those the countries far west is it not? I believe it was used for bathing and medicines.”

He could not recall how the plant looked nor smelled like, but he did remember that it was helpful to bring one’s anxieties down and to sooth varies aliments.

“I do not mind,” harrumped Kazan, chest puffing up at being praised for his green thumb, “I already have thought of a spot for it, you may join me in planting it if you like. I’ll make some tea out of it as well when it properly takes root.”

A long sigh is had, along with his shoulders sagging in response.

“...no.”

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] .

It was one of the more quiet and calming times Kazan had in the Fog, far too few in between the many grievances that he had to deal with. Well, whatever, he was not going to think about them lest they sour his mood and have the pup deal with him.

No, he will have to make these moments with dear Leon outshine the dreary Fog. Such as cuddling the soft young man who had been whisked away here, shielding him to keep that twinkle in his eye rather than it mist up with tears. A clawed finger of Kazan’s weaved itself in a lock and loosely twirled it around the digit.

Then a gift from his other.

A kiss on the nose.

There was a pause as the monster looked upon the killer, barren features indistinguishable as she quietly listened to his spiel. Crimson lips twitched, clawed hand rose to cup her cheek as she drew in a breath while scanning the tree line with her hollow gaze. Of course he had. Attention returned back to the killer, who waited so expectantly for her response, her held breath released as a short sigh. The game was set, meticulously laid out by Danny just for her. It would be rude to refuse. 

“ Very well, ” Drathenia replied, rising to her towering height. Shoulders rolled and muscles rippled, her jaw set with the DETERMINATION of a new hunt. A wry smirk then tugged the corner of her mouth as she then said, 

                                                           “ If you can keep up. ” 

Legs more than twice the height of a man in length could set a pace few could match.