#royariti

this  should  be  illegal              .

‘ do you think roses work well as an apology gift.....? should i go with azaleas instead? ‘

❛    what are   you gonna   do  about it,     king  ?    gonna hide under that crown of yours ?    FUCK you .    ❜

MUCH LIKE  A POOL OF MAGMA   he bubbled and burst in hissing pops .   he was scalding to the touch  .  intense to even be close   by  !   what he was doing was his choice  .   none of these  people could tell him what to do, how to do it, and why she SHOULDN’T do it . this wasn’t even king’s business anyway .   these fat cat rich people ,  all they do is inconvenience people . no manners .  no courtesy .   metal really was going to bust these guys face right in .   suddenly  their wealth would go to better reasons because they’re dead ! incredible  . MB ‘ S grasp upon his metal bat tightened over the hilt as he offered king a predator like glare down to the bared fangs  .   he wasn’t taking criticism ,   he wasn’t going to listen to him .   

❛  are you worried  ,  concerned even ?  ain’t that a first . i could crack yer    skull in   too  .    mind  your  fuckin ‘  business  .    ❜

Oh. Weird!

Her heart pitters in her chest. Heat chases up from her chest to her face, flush and burning in her ears. It’s that trigger of adrenaline, the stress of fight or flight. The man she’s looking at doesn’t seem that dangerous or out-of-the-ordinary. 

He’s blonde and blue-eyed, and perhaps in different clothes he’d strike as a surfer, a beach bum. 

But he very distinctly doesn’t. 

“Oh fuck,” mutters the revenant. She hasn’t felt this since she died. Like, actually died. It’s fear and it’s undeniable. Shannon’s fingers twitch. It’s...exciting! He could kill her with a look, couldn’t he? The woman maneuvers closer, to see if the drumming in her ears continues. Is that her head or his heartbeat?

Drinking from such rich fear...intoxicating. She’s long been numb to all but the most intense of feelings and nothing has provoked such a visceral, physical reaction.

Shannon forces herself to stare at the man -- no, surely a god! -- and, lip twitching, speaks.

❝ your quirk is super interesting . no villain stands a chance , huh ? ❞     admiration swims in cerulean  ,  hands clasped before emi’s chest while she surveys him . unabashed , her gaze does not waver as she promptly studies the hero before her . being in school , she’s usually around the same pros until there’s an internship . and even then , time is limited on interaction and such .     ❝ what does a typical day entail for you , king - san ? ❞   

cheeks             rosy             with  fluster              ,              heart  upon  sleeve              ————————              as  always  with  the             pillar  of  love              .                    ❛          you             scared             me             !             you  shouldn’t  sneak  up  on  people  like  that             !          ❜  

❛   —  hey  there ,  king .  am  i  happy  to  see  you .  ❜