#txlonsofchina

“...you just expect me to take you at your word? ...to simply trust you who came after me when Murkoff beckoned you to? Is such duplicity symptomatic of your age, or are you simply a unique case?” 

Of course she had expected him to see right through her childish play, yet her lips curled into a small pout when he immediately recognized her voice. And here she had tried to speak differently than usual.

Munday! Send me some stuff!

🐅 - what’s your favorite thing about your muse?

That she’s a change of pace compared to other muses I’ve played...she’s evil, even if really deep inside there’s still some kindness for those who deserve it from her.

I like that she’s just a complicated person hiding behind a façade.

It’s why sometimes I have mixed feelings about her- I really hate that she’s a monster, but it’s the complication behind that monstrous attitude that makes me love her at the same time.

That attire. That clothing. It’s obvious he’s a martial artist.

... That could also means he’s an assassin, which snaps necks for a living.

“......”

Parsee is silently judging you while you’re going around her store.

⊰ 🌸 ⊱: — “ I hope you have been kept safe from mischief. “ 

She’d known before she stumbled upon him now that he took to training frequently if not daily. She watched from afar, leaning against the doorway as he worked out, sweat beading along back and shoulders and face. It was a far cry from the lazy man she knew most days, who’d rather cuddle and lounge about than anything more.

But of course, all things must come to an end and perhaps Qing finally became aware of her gaze on his back or had potentially caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye. Yumigami couldn’t help but to chuckle as he covered himself with his shirt, shock and what may perhaps be timidity prevalent upon his face.

They were creatures of the depth, yet they all yearned for the sunlight. Furu was no different, and like most of her ‘sisters’ she ever so often found herself roaming the surface, wandering along the shore, close to the lands she loved so much and yet was impossible to reach. Their kind was tied to the sea, and it was impossible for her to leave the abyss for too long.

And thus she was here, silently watching the waves come and go, as he radar picked up the noise of footsteps, someone coming closer. Not an enemy, most likely just a wandering human. But there was something about the stranger piquing her interest, despite her usual habit of avoiding any contact to humans. Something about him wasn’t quite normal... and something else seemed strangely familiar.

The ancient demon didn’t speak, just silently staring at the man from a little distance. Maybe she’d look like a normal girl, if it wasn’t for her eerie, pale skin, contrasting the black kimono, and her icy blue eyes, radiating in some strange glow.