be my antidote

lily, an enthusiast of angst and possibly too much into liking characters that have so much association with blood, death and despair.

will have a masterlist if i do decide to have things posted on here as well.

Path to Nowhere Masterlist

Mostly my thoughts on the Interrogations of the Sinners. Will also include thoughts on event stories etc.

Very much simply my log as the Chief of Minos Bureau of Crisis Control.

Interrogations

okay, to no one's surprise mostly mine, i get back on this app because it seems that the bird app decided to properly dispose itself for real and if that's really the case, i'd really learn to make more use of this space. because as much as i did want to use it for my archives after the bird removed moments, i just didn't (which is sad because it would have been nice to see all my things together). i haven't been writing much lately and i just didn't feel that lengthy writing in one post is doing me any good after doing my thesis so yeah.

but maybe this is truly the sign to come back to writing and not just *keyboard smash* and *press send* because that's the fun. i guess i'd have to change also lol

will transfer some of the rambling i had from the bird app and put it here for safekeeping if the end days of it does come since i maybe want to revisit them one day

will have them in drafts and post them bit by bit so i don't end up massive posting lol

marius von hagen / mc(rosa) suggestive some kind of au based on his 3rd personal card CG and PV

She let out a gulp of anxiousness at the warmth of his breath against her nape. This distance between them was definitely something new, for all the times that she had come into his store, the distance between them would have included the store's counter or his working table.

She never imagined being in this sort of situation since the clientele of the man that had his hands moving about her body were those of the upper class, wanting to flaunt their wealth with the careful craftsmanship signature of one very famously known, Marius von Hagen.

or Marius, as he insisted on her calling him by.

Yet, here she was, without needing to go through the months-long appointment waiting time. She had furiously declined his offer, for she said, "It's enough that you're willing to use such expensive hem braids for my hems. I could have just sowed them myself."

But having shared the building space with the gentleman, she knew he was persistent and will do anything until she agreed. And so now, she tried to avert her eyes from him. But their proximity made her gaze into his eyes.

She was used to seeing him work with focus, eyes moving along the threads of fabric precisely, cutting fabrics out of muslin in clear crisp cuts, and being able to maintain his hair in place despite all the movement he had done.

But seeing his eyes up close was different. In his attentiveness were little specks of delicateness. She was falling into a trance. There was something to the way his eyes were moving that she felt that he was observing a painting, studying its strokes and the tiniest of smiles he had looked to be amusement, of the revelatory kind.

She could guess where his hands were heading towards from the movement of his eyes and soon she felt his hands grazing against her waist. The tape measurement felt tight against her when he took her measurement.

"Is this okay for you?" he asked having loosened up the tape around her and the back of his fingers grazed her waist, to help put some space, showing the amount of allowance she could have for the dress.

Her eyes darted down and the movement made her slightly move her body, pushing towards the fingers he had previously grazed against her waist. A quick hum escaped her lips from the sensation of his fingers to reply to his query.

"Miss, if you're this anxious, I can't say I'd be able to hold back once I take your bust measurements," Marius said teasingly with his eyes moving towards the paper on his working table. His right hand released its hold on the tape measurement and reached for the pencil.

He mumbled the number he was writing before sneaking a glance at her, anticipating the reaction she would have to his teasing.

She let out a cough when their eyes met, "Wouldn't you already know that from all the times you hugged me?"

It was then his turn to cough at the sudden attack towards him, "Miss, don't tell me you've already seen through the reason why I kept saying I'd tailor you a dress..."

She leaned slightly against the edge of the work table, coming eye level with the slightly crouched Marius, "Coming from you, it's quite surprising you're taking the long route to ask to fuck me."

His eyes widened in shock and in that, she pulled off his glasses slowly, "You look cute flustered, usually you're the one trying to do it to me."

A laughter escaped him as his initial shock wore away and he plopped his right elbow on the table. His left hand holding the tape measurement went towards her right shoulder, slowly grazing against her skin with the side of the tape as it moves towards her collarbone. It soon changed to his index finger.

Slowly, agonizing pressure against her skin as it carved a long stroke of red heading towards her cleavage.

"I was sure that purple would look amazing on you cause it compliments my eyes," Marius whispered, his finger tugged against her corset. His face inched closer to her and his lips lingered against hers. He lightly bit on her lower lip with a chuckle before tilting his head, lips now breathing extremely warm against her neck.