#stormfated

oh? oh okay! guess we're goin' a little adventure -- fuck yeah!

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"I should be the one saying that..." He'd pause realizing there's so much she didn't know about him and his twin brother; it was hard to make eye contact at first. But her gentle touch put him at ease, it was like she was his missing piece.

@stormfated asked: "there we go." rayne takes a half step back to admire the choker she's put on him. her fingers brush over the moon pendant before she gives it a tug, gently guiding him down as she stands on the tips of her toes, lips brushing over his. "all nice and protected," she hums against his lips, fighting a smile as she pulls back, ducking her head.

Amber eyes glanced down towards the new weight softly pushing against his skin, gentle on his collarbone and hugging his neck in a cool embrace. It was pretty, he had hummed in appreciate when Rayne held it up to him and knelt accordingly to let her clasp it around his neck. ( Even without a teasing remark on how he had to kneel down for her to do it at all. See, he could be good if he wanted to be! ) It matched his aesthetic and the other jewelry adorning his frame perfectly -- he could easily see himself making it a part of his usual attire without it clashing too badly. Even if he would of done so anyway on principle, given who exactly had gifted it to him.

Shaw's lips quirked slightly, staying still as he still feels her touch ghosting his skin. "Hope it didn't cost you anything too hefty ... I'd hate for you to go around spoiling me before I can return the fa-- " Eyebrows lifted faintly as he feels the tug, the way the choker slides and tightens just slightly as though in encouragement, silencing him as his lips brushed against hers. The bassist had half a mind to assume Rayne cast some spell over him, with how easy it was for him to focus on her warmth and proximity the moment she's in his space; golden gaze half lidded as he waited for more pressure.

... That never came.

There's a snort, breathy and of mild indignation as he frowns for half a moment before reaching out easily, hand grasping onto her waist to pull her back into him; this time letting their bodies slot together. " -- If you wanted to keep me close by leashing me, all you had to do was ask, babe." He teases, lips spreading into a smirk as his other hand cupped her face to keep her looking up towards him. "But don't think you can just tease me and get away with it ... I don't do things halfway. If you're going to kiss me ... " Here he leans in closer, their lips touching once more. " -- Then do it properly."

           @stormfated​ said: ‘ i had a question for you captain. you may think it a useless            one but I have to ask... what keeps your spirit strong? ------ why do you fight? ‘ 

              I nquiry pose withheld the capability of transferring the adolescent’s consciousness onto narratives of the past --- of memories throbbing with aching realities --- he promptly perceives himself at his grandmother’s forefront with knees bent and knuckles laid bare ‘pon splitting wood - Naught but a slight diminutive child with abnormal powers, wintry Reiatsu stirred in fervent calibers, potent enough to influence the air’s climate at night - to subdue the heat of sheets to the extent the elderly women adjacent of he could not sustain. Trembling excessively whilst hurdling her entirety. She was aware that he had been the cause of her sickness - of her deathly cold repose and yet still - she forgave -she adored. Reassured that all was well, he ought not be so dolorous. A benign, caring, palm rests atop his mane, and she tells him to leave. To pursue his own path ... enticing innumerable tears. Heavy sobs at the unfairness of this so-called life. Sans her guidance, where would he be this very present day?

                           Would she still be alive amidst this stagnant village?                                                or would she have died by his ever-growing presence?

                Everything then goes tentatively black in the similarity of a starless twilight sky. Voided of beautifying portraitures - the atmosphere contorts into stifling frigidity. His heart skips a palpitating beat whilst his breath hitches. He is then relocated, offhandedly so, into his office, seating on the furniture aside Hinamori whilst fronting his semi-plastered lieutenant. They were conversing amongst themselves, laughing gratifyingly, irradiating the expanse with blazing warmth and familiarity. He smiles, it is crafted with utmost authenticity, a seldom occurrence. These robust women have undergone through hellfire and back multifarious of times and yet, still, they persevered with confident strides; it's intoxicating, he thinks, as they perpetually reminded him that there’s everlasting light within all forms of darkness. 

                   Remember Hitsugaya, Remember. Self-centered Men, traitorous louts warranting naught but insufferable agony, have once endeavored to purloin him of this embracing light - of its affections, reverence, and fellowship. Since those disquieting days, he’s trained vigorously. Endlessly in forsaken caves, beating skin and crushing bones. He will not provide infliction the opening to remotely touch them anew. Never again. - Surplus Heartbeat. He exhales. Piercing eyes forthwith aligned ‘pon Deiru’s mien. Lips quirking ‘fore they partitioned with an answer. “ Others. “ he muses out loud. Uncaring of who hearkens. “ They are the imperative backbone of my strength. - My motives to keep battling. To keep moving forward. To protect those who keep me strong ... Is the reason I wield my blade. “ curt suspension of utterance ensues. 

stormfated sent: gray ur bobbies

     ❛ It has been so long since I’ve last seen you! How have you been?! ❜