#spypa

😘 ( to Yor of course , just a peck on the cheek to show they love each other in public ) // KISS MEME - accepting / @spypa

                           ❝ L o i d ? ❞ IT’S PERFECTLY CHASTE, a simple peck on the cheek - nothing to be startled by. && yet something about it sent her head spinning.

    They’re married - it’s only natural ! 

    But she’s a grown woman, && she knows their marriage is one of convienence. No shame in that - not when they’re both on the same page. Composure is key, && there’s no point in getting flustered !

    She coughs into her fist briefly, her blush newly accompanied by a DEMURE smile. Ever the picture of the PERFECT wife. 

      ❝ is there a  choice  ?  ❞  composed even with the hashira’s smile that bled with ferociousness  ,  twilight sighs.  he should know who he’s entrusting them to.  

                         ❝  i wouldn’t have offered this arrangement if it meant putting any one of their lives in jeopardy----- she will be safe.  the more important question is  ,  what are my privileges  ?  since they are your wives  ,  i'd expect there be some ground rules.  ❞  every marriage had boundaries.  

Privileges, huh? A moment of silence passes between the men before Tengen straightens to his full height, chin lifted in such a manner that it would have him looking down to Twilight as he thought over what was said. He knew without a doubt that if he were to place restrictions on what could and could not be done, his wives would follow the order without question or hesitation ... 

Problem was, he simply wasn’t that kind of a man. 

TARGET   :   FORGER, LOID. LOCATION   :   @spypa​​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   TENSION   [   A SYMBOL MEME   ] ENCRYPTED   :   🚬  :    jezebel steals a cigarette from loid’s mouth.

        her lips are pink and sticky with gloss, shining under the light of street lamps. she watches, eyes aglow in the night, as he brings a cigarette to his lips, the flaming ember of lighting it up. without warning, her glived hand reaches out, plucks it right from his mouth with that same subtle deviance and informality eve must have plucked the apple of eden from its' tree with. what had once been his had now become hers, brought to plump lips. she takes a drag as he watches on, blows the smoke out into the night air. when the cigarette is pulled away from her, her imprint remains   ---   sparkling, sweetly - scented pink staining the orange filter. finally, she looks at him, smirk playing on her mouth.

❝ anya’s sorry, papa... anya was asleep, but then she had a scary dream, and... and then she couldn’t get back to sleep, and... and anya... um... ❞

she fidgets a bit as she speaks, holding mr chimera to her chest as she looks down for a moment, before looking back up at loid.

❝      So what. Do you want me to call you dad now?     ❞ 

" Right now? "

Yor glanced at all of the available seating. It was such a pleasant day out. Not too sunny, not a hint of humidity. No sweater needed for the slightly overcast weather, and it smelled divine. A few of her coworkers had mentioned the food from the new restaurant.

" Would Anya- " She caught herself before holding her thought. No, she didn't think their daughter would be too upset if they ate out without her. Though she was a little flustered at the thought of it being just them, the assassin nodded.