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Harry looked away- when would people realize his opinion didn't really many anything? Why did everyone put so much bloody stock into his thoughts? It's not like he knew what he was doing, hell sometimes he didn't even know how he felt.

"Maybe you shouldn't." Harry shot back, "I mean I'm just- I'm just me. My opinion doesn't matter in the long run, I don't know what I think or want I just... I'm a mess."

@vulpinexi || unprompted || not you too

"They're... I mean.... they are feet..." He catches himself, head snapping up, blood flaring into his face. "I mean—I wasn't looking!!"

This can't be what she thinks of him.

"Can we please just never have this conversation again?"

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?!   ❞  Because it sounds like she said she wanted to blindfold him…tch, what’s she planning to do kill him at his blind spot? No, Inoue wouldn’t do something like that..she can be a little cookie but if there’s one thing she’s earned from him thus far, is his trust. Besides..for all he knows maybe she’s got a new recipe that she wanted him to taste..but it looks soo grotesque he’d need to trust his sense of taste to not be dissuaded from what his eyes sees.

Soo..with a sigh, Yusuke’s shoulders relaxed as he closed his eyes whilst tucking his hands into his pockets as he stood before the shorter woman. “Fine..go ahead. But let the record show that I’m trustin’ ya here.” He just needed to iterate the importance of trusts in case she’s planning on betraying him in some way.

❛ @vulpinexi said . . . [FOREHEAD] Sender kisses receiver on the forehead. ( Sylus :3) ❜

𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙐𝙎 𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙎 𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃. her touch is gentle, gentler than was usuallyoffered to him. carmine eyes are squeezed tightly as the pain rolls over him. had he been reckless ? maybe a little. but all things considered he'd come out rather unscathed. she'd looked worried when she saw the blood on his shirt. he hated that look. but in an effort to save face the crime boss chuckles. he's fine and things are okay, if what he wants to convey in response to her distress. ❛ you look like you've seen a ghost, sweetie. ❜ moving past her he makes himself at home on her couch, making sure his hand is covering the wound to his abdomen. fast forward to the present, his chest bare and her hands gently tending to the wound. when the pain subsides he looks at her, noting how focused she seems. she doesn't even to seem to notice his staring.

sylus doesn't break her concentration. instead a comfortable silence fills her living room. focus drifts to the walls, taking in her decor and style. this is only the second time he'd been to her place. maybe it's the pain scrambling his brain but everything feels . . . homier than before. when she finishes she sits up, hair bouncing when she turns to look at him for the first time in ten minutes. he expects some sort of scolding but instead soft lips land on his forehead. his gaze widens, gaze resting on her neck. the kiss lasts a moment longer than she probably meant but too quickly he's meeting her gaze. the surprise still colors his features, only managing to fix his expression after a few awkward seconds pass.

❛ . . . i'm fine, if that's what you're asking. ❜ his palm presses to the sofa, moving to sit up a bit now that she's finished. he winces and turns his head to look down at the now cleaned and wrapped wound. ❛ i may have to hire you as my personal surgeon, if you keep up this sort of work . . . ❜

[Reincarnation Soulmates] + [ STARGAZING ] - they meet During Tanabata matsuri and have the feelings that they have met each other before.

It’s been a while since he’s been in Japan..though still no sign of the things he’ll need in order to help Nico get that extra oomph she’d need in order to graft devil arms for him. However, he trusts in Morrison’s know-how and connections that he’ll find what he wants in this country one day..the work also helps him forget about his transgressions after losing Kyrie, the very day he lost his arm. Crap..no there wasn’t any time to think about that..‘just keep walkin’ Nero’ He’d tell himself as he traverses through the crowd.

━━   ❝   𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞.   ❞  He utters under his breath whilst gazing into the night sky, the music and ambiance were simple whispers in the background as all of his senses focuses on the sight above him..at least that was until he felt someone walking nearer, probably another festival-goer who wanted to enjoy the sights too. After all, Nero’s pretty confident the space he chose was probably one of the better ones. So in an act of kindness, he moves towards the side, allowing the other person to take the step forward. “It’s okay if you wanna stand here, am I in the way? Here, snag this spot and you’ll enjo-” He turned to face the person and then froze into his tracks once he spotted her. 

❀ Please, Please, Please

@vulpinexi says: " What are you doing sitting here all by yourself? "

the soft-spoken inquiry prompts ulysses to look up from where they are sitting, dressed rattily in their nighttime attire that consists of a vest stitched together with several pieces of misshapen leather, as well as straps that cross their chest and waist. their pants are in better shape, save for the tear among their inner seam that travels along their scaled ankle, and to their mid calf. dangling from their mouth is a thread, spool sitting in their lap, needle pinched between their fingers.

they blink, " uh . . . making a very poor attempt at mending, clearly. i don't think i ever quite learned to sew, but i am quite FOND of these clothes and thought i might make an attempt to have them last me a little further on this journey, " they have nary started the first stitch, the edges of the fabric already beginning to fray. there is an oil lamp sitting astride them as a source of light, away from the scrutiny of their nosy companions, " . . . it's quite late for someone of your countenance to be approaching a strangers, " they observe, but any wariness dissipated when they shrug, " but it is not my place to police your decisions, for it is the first time we have met. but perhaps you should stay in the light, where the dangers of darkness cannot swallow you. "

       The preservation of his kind hangs on a fickle balance,   maintained through the calculated play between truth and lies,   conforming to the false tales to keep the peace whilst shouldering a solitary truth that had become a willing burden.   Deceit was a necessary tool to pave the way towards a future free of conflict and war,   he takes no pride in it,   despises the learned ease that turned the act of lying into an aspect of nature.   He had no other choice than to hold together the illusion of their crafted world.   At first,   it was a way of survival,   to blend in as one of them,   now it was the grim knowledge of the effect truth would have on minds incapable of defying their own programming,   if all they had known and believed in would crumble in an instant   ...   he had seen the aftermath of its ruin time after time.   It's different this time however,   No fear,   no anger,   she doesn't recoil from his visage,   even with the knowledge of what he was,   a beast cleverly disguised in the form of a man,   not a trickery of any kind,   only a mere phantom of who he once was,   but the insinuation that he and his kind were once human was a part of the tale many refuse to believe.   It meant little to him,   he had no desire in preaching to those who look upon his people with such disgust,   he may be called a villain,   a monster,   he had vowed to save humanity at any cost,   even if it meant his own damnation.

     "Killing me won’t fill the void you’re running from." ( From Ai :3)

   Repetition evokes a weariness that nearly creeps into features.   It's always the same,   those who claim an understanding of truth to go on assuming a wickedness etched to his name.   An unseen sorrow twists within him,   not for the sting of accusation,   but an unwillingness to shed more blood.   He was once a man who valued all life,   had labored to usher in a world where all life is equal,   and even now,   he wants to preserve the lives of those who killed his own with cold blood.   Nonetheless,   and much to his own dismay,   he understands the need to overlook his own humanity to do what must be done.        ❛❛   No.   It won't.   ❜❜        He answers wearily,   dark eyes reflecting a deep melancholy.   She assumes a villainy in him that was perhaps his nature now,   but it isn't for entertainment or the need to quell the emptiness that gnaws at him in silence,   he had his reasons,   none that may concern her.   If she hadn't been so curious they wouldn't have to cross paths,   she would yet be living.   With a motion of his hand,   light swirls around her,   shifting into bright yellow ropes to bind her in place,   to make sure she wouldn't run,   it would be swift,   she mustn't suffer for a fault of his own.   There's a notable pause once he approaches her,   as a part of him senses a similar misfortune within,   heightened senses register the scent of her blood,   cold   &.   stale like his own.        ❛❛   You're not of this world,   why meddle with what you don't understand ?   ❜❜       a touch of curiosity colors the monotone of his voice,   eyes sharp,   always observing.      ❛❛   Perhaps   ...   running into danger is your own way of filling that    '   void   ' ?   ❜❜

@vulpinexi // knows a little too much 🥲