#phileintheblank

Calculate, counter, dispute.

There was not one single part of her that held an ounce of regret for her workload, in fact, it suited her. There were only moments where she had learnt to take a break, to allow her mind a moment to recuperate and return to its optimal condition. Constant use over extended periods of time would only lead to well-intentioned mistakes. It had been during this break that something so familiar, so welcomed, occurred when she least expected it.

The cool night air had brought with it an encounter she had, internally, begun to miss. Their decent had taken her by surprise, and it took a moment for her composure to return, but once she caught sight of the brilliant blue… it had become difficult not to relax. Not to drop her guard and allow the current situation to stir her emotions. 

“What faithful creatures.” Her voice was but a whisper as their wings fluttered all about her person in such a way that she would, should she see him tonight, ask if a certain deity knew the term butterfly kisses. Without wasting a single movement Naoto lifted her hand up, seeking the touch of any one of them. Were they regular butterflies she doubted they would come this close, let alone stay close once she began to move, but these were his. Surely they would stay by her side until the both of them felt satisfied by this impromptu meeting.

Music of the Night - The Phantom of the Opera 

>She almost wants to believe he doesn’t actually know what happens at proms but she doesn’t have the evidence to support this.

“Philemon?” 

Clearing her throat, Naoto done her best to hide her apparent surprise. Hoping that her bafflement, and slight embarrassment, she looked up at the deity as a faint frown subconsciously tugged at her lips. He was far too tall for her, she thought as she looked head on to his chest, was she to ask him to bend down also? 

“Ahh…” She could practically feel the heat from her cheeks as she attempted to keep a neutral expression, “Could you… bend down, Philemon?” 

Closing the proximity between them, Naoto took a slow step towards him to allow her mind and heart the chance to calm down. As usual, her eyes instantly found their way to where his would be before scanning over his mask. The question was: How should she kiss him? 

As she wasn’t about to take off his mask, and she had to do something to stop herself from staring, Naoto shut her eyes and pressed her lips against his mask—catching the corner of his “lips” in the process. 

Feeling the grove of his “lips” against her own, she wasted no time in pulling away. Gently she tugged her hat down in order to shadow her red-tinted features. 

>You stare at the text and briefly wonder how he got a hold of your mobile number, or how sending text messages even works from the conscious world and the world between and visa-versa.