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7: Romantic Kiss

Maybe it was the lack of energy. Maybe it was the presence of a male in her life that wasn’t Ail. If not those... perhaps it wasn’t for her to question? 

An placed her hands on either side of Fiore’s face as she floated up until they were level. She was blushing... the heat rising to her face as the alien female leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Warm, comforting. As much as she wanted to deepen it, she knew it was wrong. An pulled back, though her hands still held onto the other.

                        S N A P S    F O R

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                It was a soft whisper of his name at first- he could hear his Makaiju friend calling for him... Although he didn’t know why, he didn’t really want to move, though he wanted to respond. He was slipping into the realm of dreams, and yet the Makaiju’s touch was keeping him from going completely under.                He stirred at the touch upon his shoulder, blushing slightly as he looked at his dear friend. The Xenian had warped his mind... It wasn’t his fault. Seeing him possessed...                He didn’t want to admit it, but it reminded him of when he was possessed by Beryl, under Metallia’s spell and forced to fight against Usagi... he had hurt her.                And yet, she forgave him.

                       “Mn.... Fiore...--!!!!”              

          He was taken by surprise at the warm lips upon his neck, the male blushing terribly at the odd sensation of somebody else’s lips upon his neck. Was it bad that he liked it?                “ F... Fiore..... ? Wha... I thought you left.... ” 

          Flailing slightly, he then grasped Fiore’s hand, his heart racing as he moved to face him. He didn’t know what was going on-- one minute, Fiore had covered him with a blanket... the next, he was by his side, kissing his neck. It was such an intimate gesture, and he really didn’t know what to do.

6: Disemboweled

Males of any species were want to fight. An knew this as a fact. And while fighting for mating rights was laughable between them, the concept of battle for the sake of dominance was not.

It is also common knowledge that the female of most species is deadlier than the male. 

An looked down at the second male Makaiju alien in existence. He stood little chance without the flower that guarded him. Such were the rules of Makai battle. Only the strength of the two combatants. No outside help. But their differences had made the battle interesting. In the end, only one could be left standing.

Now his armor lay broken and useless; his entrails red and brimming with oxygen. They lay outside of green skin. His organs worked despite this. None had been detached.

When you were a species of three, any life was one to be spared.

“Fiore,” she said, walking closer to the male. The back of An’s hand wiped blood from the corner of her mouth. Absently, her boot nudged at the small mound that was what humans called a pancreas.

“You lost.” The female crouched down, looking into the eyes of the other. An smirked, then kissed the green cheek. A bloody print was left.

OMGGGGGG SHE could be like “ I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORRRRLDDD”

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

An likes the sunlight, but she likes all kinds of weather for the most part since it’s all unique and special and they bring out different energies in people.