#nocteurnx

100 // @nocteurnx

x - accepting

Her song kept her entertained as she performed the more menial tasks of working in a flower shop. She was the last in the shop, yet again, as had become her habit lately. She refused to admit she was still grieving; the lyrics lilting sweetly from her lips were about the sigh of the wind, of bravely venturing forth and keeping hope in one’s heart.

She cut herself short at the sound of the voice, the note she’d been about to hit jumping up to a startled squeak. The princess jumped, whirling around to find the man standing in the doorway that led out to the main room of the shop. For a few moments, she was taking deep breaths to calm her rapidly beating heart, simply staring at him as she tried to figure out what he had just said. When she finally managed to replay the words her mind had subconsciously stored, she furrowed her brows. “...I... I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, sir,” she answered uncertainly.

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart… | accepting !

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💔 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

@nocteurnx

The battle was long. A victory grasped by the skin of his teeth. A broken rib and mouth full of blood were his trophies. Wearing them proudly as he walked through the shadow filled streets. Entering the lair of one he might have hunted in his earlier career. She takes no offense at the thought. Accepting that in this instance life had worked out in their favor.

With a gentleness he only used to dream of, she tended his wounds. Cleaned the cuts and bandaged his ribs. Focused on the deep nick at his eyebrow, she didn't realize his intent until he had already stolen a kiss. His lips tasted of blood. But never once did she think to push him away. Rough hands caressed her curves. Tugging at the offending material that hid her body. A few simple moves and there was a pile of forgotten clothes littering the floor.

Calloused hands explored with far more freedom. Tracing the curve of her cheek as he gazed down into soft eyes. The subtlest of grins flashing across his face as his name falls in a breathy whimper. Moving his hips faster to hear it again. His name was never so beautiful as when it spilled from that sinful mouth.

Inexperience abounded but there was no awkwardness this time. The hunter figuring out just the right way to have her legs wrapping around his hips. No more than a handful of minutes and they were spent. Panting softly as they basked in the afterglow. With the same gentleness as before, she guided him to rest upon her. His head cradled against her chest. Fingers gently running through his hair and down his back.

(* white noise sentence starters // status; ACCEPTING. )

SHE supposes it could be something like that, depending on how she looked at it anyways. 

ALWAYS a fan of riddles, of finding others words to be an amusing game of cat and mouse, figuring out underlying tones as they spoke. Which she thinks is the best thing about being human; having a double meaning without intentionally wishing it to be so. Nevertheless, she looks at Leon, a curious glint in her eyes as she mulls over the his words as she tilts her head from side to side, letting the alcohol move from one cheek to another ( a childish action, but she can’t bring herself to care ).

FINALLY, she graces him with an answer, a sheepish grin on her face after swallowing the toxic liquid that made her glass its home for a few moments.