#rokian

[✦] Rokian

It feels like an insult. Spirits of the dead can't change their outfits at will, being stuck with the appearance they had in their finals moments. They can throw all the clothing they want at him, he'll never be able to wear a single piece of it. He's stuck wearing the lingerie that makes him feel so rotten.

[✦] Gou

He doesn't exactly need to be taken care of, being a spirit with centuries under his belt and all, but... He's not gonna let that stop him from acting like a cuddly puppy who needs pampering! As wise as Gou usually makes himself out to be, he's still very aware that he's a needy dog who gets lonely easily, so any coddling is very welcome! And of course, expect him to coddle back twice as hard.

[✦] Rokian

Rokian's mother used to take care of him like that. She used to brush his hair, share whatever meager meal she earned with him, help him clean up after clients... But then, she left. If anyone else, be it a S/O or friend, acts like that, he'll assume they'll leave like his mom did, and actively try to push them back. He doesn't need any more disappointments in his life, so he might as well nip any relation that could turn sour in the bud

[✦] Child

[✦] Gou

Oh he loves it! Getting picked up, being able to play rough without hurting you- it's a dream for him. You can reciprocate his bear hugs without breaking a bone! He can jump in your arms and not kill you! He rarely ever gets to let loose and have fun without worrying about bodily harm, so even your attempts at messing with him will make him the happiest dog alive

[✦] Child

Child is very conscious of your strength, which leads to him acting extremely cautiously around you. As far as he's concerned, you're a predator and he's a prey; If he doesn't want to be eaten, he should thread lightly. Since you put him on edge, you should avoid picking him up at random— unless you want the feral spirit to bite your face off

[✦] Rokian

"...Wanna see?" chuckling, prodding at his bandagesー he gleefully taunts you with the sight of whatever horror hides beneath the gauze. His slender fingers slip underneath, tug at the white strips and teases the sick, rotten flesh hidden underneath.

"Hey, don't look away~ eyes on me!" His hands leave his face to reach yours, pinching your cheek to keep you in place. "I'm not telling you my dark and compelling back story if you dont look~!"

After teasing you enoughー pulling your hair, tugging your cheeks, generally making a nuisance of himself, Rokian pulls back with a bratty grin. "Eheh, alright! I'll tell you about my eye for reals."

Rokian was 14 at the time of his murder. Died at his father’s hand, no less… poor darling.

“Eyes set on the moon” refers to the Blood Moon Rites, the namesake of this blog ehehehe~ it is said that one can gain a mysterious power during this ceremony, but as to what that is? Only time may tell~

You SMACK Roki? You smack his body like the jello? Oh! Oh! Jail for anon! Jail for anon for One Thousand Years!!!!

His lone eye looks down at the frills and ribbons hardly covering his body with barely disguised disgust. By the time Rokian brings his gaze back up, he looks downright furious.

"Noisy lil' shit." the spirit spits. The stench of decay rises through the air. "My papa picked it out for me. Forced it on me, and now I can't take it off cuz I'm dead." Scoffing, he curls up. "Happy? Cuz I'm not!"

The bubbly, bratty Rokian you usually interact with isn't real. He's just a shield the kid in front of you hides behind. And while that question got his shield down for a moment, it only lasts for a few moments.