#possidere

i’m looking but at this point i just let yall do what you want

so this is your taste huh

is this why youre trying to fuck my sister

goddamn

arsnova replied to your post: ribcagebullets replied to your post: aw, look at...

i can feel the warmth of that burn from over here

“Aa...” Simply gorgeous. She holds it up -- carefully, carefully -- and appraises it at arm’s-length, her eyes shining beneath the cover of her bangs. Does her patchwork body deserve such a lovely dress? Master deigned to give her this outfit, so it must be suitable to her needs, regardless of what she thinks.

      THE SINGLE WORD left his lips in shock. Confusion lighting up his teal eyes when he caught sight of the other. To be honest, things had been in such disarray since he’d arrived, part of him had been expecting to not see him for quite some time. And yet, when he’d caught sight of the familiar face in the crowds, he’d raised his hand and called towards the other.

      Hoping the other would hear him. “That is... you, right?”

      Would the other remember him? He’d noticed since arriving here from CHALDEA that some memories were more... favorable then others. There was a chance the other wouldn’t recall him. And? If that was the case, LANCER would feel just awful approaching him. But... he had to try.

      Since arriving to this STRANGE ISLAND nothing had been normal. As a Chaldean servant, he was used to a certain amount of chaos - the amount of servants, the singularities, everything. But, all of that... was at least normal for there. Since arriving here? There were no HOLY GRAILS, and many MASTERLESS servants... The chance for even a hint at normality was enough to cause the Irish warrior to approach. “Of course... if I’m mistaken, I’m more then happy to take my leave. I won’t be any trouble.” Even if it was him - if he didn’t remember him? It was best to make this offer. He wouldn’t hassle the boy...

“EXCELLENT.“ That was far quicker than he expected this to take, and his comment is not without a rare tone of joy. Technology improved by leaps and bounds, just like that... That small device captured his attention for several moments, with him apparently focused on the new background picture. Finally, a while later, he’s facing the young master again.

     Quiet steps trace the city, shadows of the late afternoon following like giants behind the young woman. Despite how busy the streets were earlier, the sidewalks are occupied by fewer people as the day is beginning to rest, Cardia being one of the few lone travelers. Her pace is hardly rushed, taking in her surroundings, for what reason is there to rush anymore? Little Tokyo is hardly small, to her observation, but every one of the stores and restaurants are vibrant with personality of their own. Teal eyes catch on to a metal machine outside such a store front; at the top of it is an encasement of different colored items within it. A brunette man about her own age stands in front of it, inserting a coin and from the machine drops something. Her interest peaks, and she finds herself approaching him, rather than standing about awkwardly.

There he is. A wave of relief washed over Yan after having almost become concerned searching the few streets and alleys that he did. A light smile forms on the servant’s lips as he saunters on forward, up and behind his master who was shouldering and moving with quite the amount of water.

Not giving it a second thought, Yan Qing closes their distance and fluidly takes the weight into his own hands, then balancing it on one shoulder. He’s genuinely elated to an extent.