#szayelthread

Meme [Here] || @the-lewdest-concubine

Candles were burning low at one end of the long dining room table, several bottles of wine were scattered at the other -some empty now-, and Tsukishima lay stretched across the middle. His legs were crossed, he’d opened the buttons on his shirt, and an empty wine-glass lay near his head.

And scattered across the high, dark ceiling above him, a dozen knives had been embedded haphazardly in the plaster. Half-open eyes regarded the pattern with interest, and Tsukishima swirled one finger in the tassels of his bookmark. 

Eventually, once he’d finally realized someone was there, he peered out of the corner of his eye without moving his head to examine the tall smudge of pink and white that was Szayel. He grinned.

“Finally,” he drawled with deliberate slowness, pausing often as he searched for the right words. “I was starting to think that I....that I was going to have to find some...something...to keep me entertained.” 

Your Muse Walks into My Muse’s Bedroom to Find My Muse naked and drying off after a shower, Send “Flustered Noises” For My Muse’s reaction to Looking over and seeing Your Muse oogling Mine, while blushing..

The warm shower had been wonderful after spending the day outside in the cold. Tsukishima spent a lot of time outside, looking down at the world, people watching, gathering information he needed or just patrolling to make sure no potential enemies lurked nearby. He also enjoyed experimenting with his Book of the End, seeing what all it was capable of, something he preferred not to do in the house.

With a sigh of regret, Tsukishima turned off the water and slipped out of the shower. He snagged a towel as he walked into his room. He turned towards his dresser, wiping the water droplets from his skin as he moved, bending to swipe at the water trailing down his legs toward the carpet. 

Straightening, Tsukishima frowned and slowly stilled before sighing and glancing over his shoulder. Sure enough, there was someone there. But was that someone friend or foe? He shook his head, sending more water down his spine, before wrapping his towel around his waist and turning to lean back against the dresser casually.