it’s sunday . . . which means dare i say it . . . exchanging glances is permitted or perhaps even . . . holding hands *gasp* i know , now let’s not even begin on . . . carding fingers through hair
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good morning ! i should finish my assignment today then i can return to distributing angst to fuel this emoconomy
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hands in the divorce papers
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do i have a coffee at 3 am methinks yes
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@kafkaisms said : [ META ] - how many ditings can DH carry at once? how does he feel about blade's personal diting - dan-ting?
♢ — send [ META ] + a word / phrase / person / etc
i think he can hold a total of three ; with two in his arms and one tucked underneath his chin. in his imbibitor lunae form , he can hold a few more with his tail and they can probably cling to his legs , so , maybe a total of eight ditings. and i guess one can also sit on his head.
he has no feeling towards dan — ting and acknowledges there is absolutely no association to him whatsoever.
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♢ — send [ META ] + a word / phrase / person / etc and i will write a head canon around it.
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@kafkaisms said : plaster. it's not pretty but it'll do; you wince as the sender patches your wounds. to DH!
↬ ⭒˚。🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗
⸻ ❝ have you done this before ? ❞
the sting of alcohol flares his nostrils. from the scent rather than the sensation. somewhere , in the data bank , he recalls coming across conflicting findings — stumbling on discussions that compared the effectiveness of introducing this method to sterilise the wound against the use of saline alone.
what these studies overlooked , perhaps — was the weapon responsible for this laceration.
eyes run along , tracing the delicate digits that press gauze to his injury , staunched of the fluid that previously wept. tracking , he intakes the vision of flared sleeves , noting that they cinch around wrists. how she dances on a thin thread , fated to topple at any given second.
and stain rich material that spans the length of her arms.
another hiss causes lip to curl.
❝ ease the pressure , you’re applying too much. ❞ although his words carry , he makes no effort to dissuade the stellaron hunter , leaving kafka to her own devices when it came to the application that would soothe his scathing side. laxing once more , he settles.
it is certain , that the gash will heal ( scar , at the very least ) , but the memory will never fade. nor the countless instances that coaxed a shattered blade to drive into the vidyadhara.
❝ . . . thank you. it would have proved difficult to tend to this myself. ❞
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dh and ratio interaction dh and ratio interaction
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wait a minute are sampo and ratio holding aven up or are they . . . holding hands ? 🧐
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good morning ! and i am saying this when it’s actually morning for once and not noon 🤭
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@vulune said : tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze. // okay ruan mei for ratio i couldn't be stopped
↬ ⭒˚。🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗
⸻ ❝ tell me one thing , miss ruan mei. are the others aware of your true intentions ? ❞
proximity had long dissolved when the genius had an idea in mind. one consisting of depriving the scholar of his personal space , moving to reduce their distance from inches to millimetres. where soon , not even the smallest unit of measurement , could account for the gap between them.
he grits teeth , once attention draws to the disobeyer of natural law , identifying the closeness she adopts towards his grand frame. though , physically — an indifferent observer might determine the inferiority of her stature , it is the immensity of her status and aura that threatens to devour him whole.
but the vicinity she slithers into , is deliberate. aimed to conduct her true experiment , guised behind the growth that spans their lodging.
perhaps , veritas had known all along about the truth behind ruan mei’s research — as a commoner does when his or her gut sensation strikes them. for he is still one of the mediocres , and in this moment , his placement on the hierarchical ladder is glaringly obvious.
❛ what an unconventional method ❜ , he must say. unorthodox to every degree , when he is swarmed by a concoction of chemical means. offering his logical framework a morsel of information to work with , before his physiology overrides rationality. a calculated step , that entices his make to search for the source.
still , with what little autonomy he possesses for the time being , a hand clasps the delicate structure that forms her jaw. tilting the pursuer of aeonhood , into the contemptuous scowl of humanity.
❝ to make me consign to being a subject rather than an assistant . . . for your little , passion project. ❞
she had accounted for it , that sway that flawed mortality — providing the scaffold to dissect. to quantify. or in his case , to observe. whilst she , the controlling variable , tampers to elicit her desired reaction.
an anticipated response that manifests in a further angle of her graceful features , glimpsing past her disposition — to lean into the planted waft that clutches to his receptors. magnetised by its composition.
❝ you are no better than the blight that rots the core of our world. ❞
but the ferocity in his words , and the flames that seek to sear — are all in vain when lips press to an unblemished canvas. surrendering to the stimuli that dulls his restraint.
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@luckquartzed said : “Hey, Doc. You’ve got really pretty hands. I’d love to feel them wrapped around my throat.”
⸻ yes , that sentiment is almost mutual , based on the recent misfortune that graced veritas. his jaw twitches in irritation , but he swallows his vexation towards a bothersome outcome , to steer clear of an answer that would spur the strategist to provoke him further. ❝ charming as ever , gambler. ❞
by some miracle , he fights the urge to roll his eyes , in a showcase of his recently agitated state. but sarcasm communicates his bite. ❝ luckily , there is this wonderful cognitive apparatus called ❛ the imagination ❜ that is innate to all sapient beings. though , i see no reason to expand on its faculties , since you are already well — versed with it , considering how often you prattle on about your deluded beliefs. ❞ eyes do flick momentarily , skimming the expanse of skin that canvases the stoneheart’s neck.
though , his frustrations falter in priority and it is with ease that he strides past the peacock who no doubt struts after him , to return to the world , reliant on sensible and controllable contrivances.
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that fly me to the moon segment got me thinking about evangelion so fast hoyo how dare you inflict me with trauma again
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not only did i lose the 50/50 to his damn character . . . he hit me with a damn gepard lc ??? AVENTURINE WHEN I GET YOU ???
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dr. ratio mention from the wife that's it my night is made
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@tavustlik said : [ FORTY-TWO ] : “ you don’t get to pick and choose who i date unless you want to volunteer yourself ! ”
↬ * [ DIALOGUE PROMPTS ] : feelings are complicated.
⸻ ah , how typical. the gambler is having yet again , another tantrum.
he regards him , from a distance , with arms folded as protest rolls off his naked tongue. absent of its usual silver gleam. eyes note how he lounges , or perhaps lazes on the plush surface , minus of its earlier patrons that were additions to his ensemble , better known as ❛ aventurine of stratagems ❜.
how feline — esque.
dismissing his antsy display , the doctor smooths his irritation with a crossing of legs , adopting a stance to lean into the cushions that frame his personage.
❝ i was , by no means , attempting to dictate your romantic pursuits. whoever you wish to make advances towards , is up to your discretion and yours alone. ❞ thankfully , there is a glass nearby , within reach for the scholar , who captures the beverage. ❝ sure , chase those who fancy you if only to glimpse the wealth you broadcast. be my guest , gambler. ❞
returning to his former posture , he swirls the drink , eyeing rich texture — akin to the one sitting opposite him , whose surface tension prohibits its spillage over a rim. and with an elegant tip , he washes his palate with liquid gold.
as if a mere sip would open his eyes to the decadent world that the strategist was trapped in.
bringing transparency from lips , his glance marks its target once more , adopting his usual countenance that seeks to enlighten , rather than scold. ❝ if this is all a part of your act , then i will make no further comment , but if you reduce your worth to the gold that glitters — then that is all they will see you as. ❞
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i will block you
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