#pinksaltfreckles

The airport was dingy, cold, She was back in England alright after her short stay in Ireland. There was a long wait and she could walk back to the tower but then there’s the chance again of her being stabbed. Boy wouldn’t that be a newspaper scandal. @pinksaltfreckles​

“Here you are, mon ange,” he said as he set the cup and saucer down before the beautiful pale-skinned woman, “your favorite.”

The Count knowing Atsuko’s favorite tea was of no surprise, of course. Was anyone as close to her as he was? They understood each other incredibly well, after all. He had fought alongside her before but had failed then. Seeing the woman she had grown into in spite of that loss brought a sense of gladness to his black heart he thought never to feel again.

He had mentioned the cafe to her in passing. He knew she was quite busy but hoped she might take the time to stop by and relax. Before he knew it she was one of regular patrons and always managed to come at the perfect time when it was just the two of them for hours.

“Did you get tired of waiting for me again?”

     ❛     there’s a storm brewing, I wonder when it’ll hit.     ❜

growling suggestion || accepting

The first time he had touched her without her permission…the look of fear in her eyes, how she curled into herself, it made him feel sick. And deeper down inside, anger seethed. Someone had hurt his Master deeply, and even though they were no longer in her life, as she had distanced herself, the effects still lingered.

Sakura loves Pokemon. A simple truth. Even if she’s no longer a pokemon trainer, her love remains. So when she sees the Eevee -- especially since she herself lives with an Eevee... That beautiful fur coat... The brown mane...