❛ ah, well ... would you look at that. ❜ he'd like to pretend this wasn't in his agenda the moment in which he invited to help walk her home, but even nicola cannot hide the knowing smile in which spreads across his features the moment in which his gaze lands upon the plant that has rested upon his mind all evening. the mistletoe stands particularly striking against the warmth of the café behind it, various patrons and workers rather distracted with their own lives to take note of the falzone's second in command cheerfully guiding the woman by his side with the firm grip of his hand to where it lay exposed for all to see. ❛ you know, i was starting to believe there was some sort of shortage. after dante had insisted we didn't buy any and the streets had looked rather sparse of their stock, it was beginning to appear rather dire for the future of any mistletoe related mishaps for the rest of my life ... ❜
it's a fraction of silence before the blonde inches a little closer, a glance spared towards the still busy crowd until it's drawn back towards the surprise of her gaze in turn. it's a unique one, truly, to be spared privy on it and even that in itself causes him to pause for another second, far too amused to simply stop and stare at her expression without a push into worrying too much. truthfully, a part of him would wish for everyone else to not have an opportunity to see it, but he knows better than to wish that, truly more amused at the idea of showing them who caused it in the first place. a juxtaposition to the gentleness in which he wraps an arm around her waist. ❛ so it's pretty fair if i request to indulge in such a thing for a moment, am i right? ❜
when only met with silence, the young second in command leans down to press a kiss to his companions lips, fingers curling ever so gently against her brown locks with an understanding ease, it's clear hes smiling, a little giddy with her lips pressed to his own and it sticks even once he pulls away, a truly pleased expression for a man who might be tempted to push for it again, enamoured with the sensation despite it still being new for them both all the same. / nicollaa <333
unprompted, always accepting ! @dangaer ♡
to celebrate the holidays like this was a first for kishinami hakuno. hardly anything noteworthy to recall from the previous years / those bleak and empty years all blurring together, there was no reason to celebrate the festivities when there was no one to celebrate it with. such a solitary existence, not knowing of any familial ties nor having any meaningful bonds with anyone, she was bound to be alone.
this year was different, however, because he is here.
to make the acquaintance of the underboss of the faizone would be a fearsome thought to most, and hakuno couldn't say that she was without her own concerns — hard to comprehend nicola francesca, the charismatic man with the perfect / crafted smile, but the time they've spent together was always enjoyable. today, too. walking together, sightseeing together, eating together. such mundane things became something so precious, and the hours slipped away before she knew it. a view of the moon overhead tugs the corners of her lips downwards ever - so - slightly, its presence a reminder that it's getting late, and that they'd be going their separate ways soon.
so the offer to walk her home was a pleasant surprise, though not one she could accept so easily. ❛ you don't have to. ❜ courteous, yet perhaps a bit too blunt in its wording. aware that the routes to their respective destinations diverged at this point, it would be a hassle to have him go out of his way like that, and for what ? though she couldn't deny a ... curious feeling at the offer, even moreso when her response was met with insistance on ensuring her safe travel back. hakuno still didn't think such a thing was necessary, but if it could give him some peace of mind then ... she supposed there was no reason to refuse. ❛ then, sorry for the trouble. ❜ she ought to be more apologetic when saying this, she realized that in the back of her mind, but truthfully, she hadn't been exactly keen on turning him down in the first place.
it was selfish of her, she realized, but she wanted cherish this— his kindness, and the opportunity to be with him for just a little while longer.
leaving behind the chatter from the café, click of her heels come to a halt in line with his own footsteps, followed with a slow blink when realizing that they'd themselves under a certain plant. having no particular feelings on tradition herself, she was more curious to see how nicola would react, though his response ended up taking her aback. ( it doesn't show on her face, however, and hakuno recovers rather swiftly ) ❛ saying it like that makes it sound like you were hoping for something to happen ... ❜ an observation, mostly, but there's the barest teasing lilt to silvery voice as she muses this. peering at him from the corner of caramel eyes, they widen slightly at the knowing look on his face.
what a surprise. the words had been a jest, and she hadn't expected for it to carry any hint of truth in it. did he really want to ... ? the blatant inquiry made it abundantly clear, but such a thing was still hard to believe. ❛ e - eh .. ? ❜ the sound comes out as a small squeak, barely audible, but leaving lips parted in a small gape afterwards. when his gaze turned to the distant crowd to ensure privacy for the two, she found her eyes unable to leave him, cheeks warm despite the chilly breeze that swept past them. stunned at the thumping in her chest as her vision remained on him, a hand would place itself over the area, as if to verify the actions of that organ. her heart really was racing, and— ah, irony. she knew just what it was a mistletoe implied, but wouldn't dare to ask, never one to indulge in her own wants or needs. if he were to ask, however, then it'd be acceptable — because hakuno is a giver, dutifully fulfilling that which was asked of her.
though a request of a kiss is ... much too personal. as generous as kishinami hakuno is, such requests were ones she'd typically reject, for she is quite the romantic deep down, holding the belief that such intimate acts should be reserved for someone special.
—so maybe that's why ... the thoughts trail off at the feel of his hand on her waist, and she is still without the proper words to say, but actions would speak volumes where speech failed. dark lashes fluttering close, head cranes upwards to accept the kiss. there's a gleeful skip of her heart when their lips met at last, a soft hum sounding from the back of her throat. every touch, every feeling brought on from this moment is unfamiliar, but it is far from unpleasant. the smile on his lips is felt — cute — and while her inexpressive self can't so easily mimic it, the sentiment behind it is reciprocated with a subtle shift to deepen the kiss.
there's another sound as he pulls away, a small whine. head canting with a sigh, brown locks spill over small shoulders, stray strands obscuring full view of flushed cheeks. rosy lips remain slightly pursed, pouting a little, a faint disappointment over wanting it to last longer. a feeling that melts away easily at the sight of his pleased face.
... he's much prettier up close, she notes idly. having someone, having him, in such close proximity was yet another new experience for the maiden who was usually so distant, viewed as a flower blooming on a high peak / someone so out of reach. it surprises even herself when she finds her arms wrapped around his form, an action to keep the two of them remaining close like this.
dainty hand tentatively reaches out to carress the side of his face with a delicate touch, half - lidded eyes peer up at him, mirth in that gentle gaze. a moment's indulgence, is what this may have been, but it had felt much more intimate than that. they'd come this far ... why stop now ? that smile still hasn't left his face ... a smile that seemed more genuine than usual, or was she still in a daze from that kiss ? ( what a nice sight it is, though. ) despite giving ample time to, he doesn't pull nor push her away when her hold tightens. could she take that as a good sign .. ?
a beat, and voice comes out as a whisper between what little space lay between them. ❛ another, please. ❜
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Aizetsu doesn’t quiet understand why the usual bright smile and light behind your eyes has dulled, he tilts his head pondering the millions of “whys” but the only conclusion he could come up with was that you- his pretty little slayer must being feeling sorrow. Or at least something close to sorrow. It’s the emotion he knows best and what connects him to you, a mortal that makes his heart pound, his cold blood boil and his mind clouded when you smile and indulge him. And even if he couldn’t grasp the reason at least he could sympathize with you.
And just like the many times you had held Aizetsu close, comforting him with your kind inviting arms and sweet words, showering him in praise, engulfing him in the warmth that he could never touch. He was now pulling you close, his arms wrapping around your back, caging you in his chest, securing you to him in the hopes that he could help you feel just a little bit better. Comfortable silence, the soft thumping of your heart that his keen ears always listened for and the way you felt so absolutely perfect in his arms made the prettiest pink flush paint the cracks of his cheeks as he mumbled into your hair, “Please tell me what I can do to make you smile again, my sweet slayer? Seeing you like this makes me so sad for reasons I can’t explain.” He now cupped your face holding your gaze with his deep ocean blue eyes as he leaned down, eyes closing as he placed two soft kisses to the corners of your mouth. Aizetsu held you closer as his tongue gently parted your lips, his tongue sweetly wrapping around yours, coaxing you into a sigh of comfort within his strong arms. This is what he imagined the emotion love felt like, and he would do anything to keep you and this feeling safe.
-Not Dessy Shiba coming to comfort bestie 🐶
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What would you say are the essence of mick and prophet as characters and as a couple? I've tried writing them before and I've always felt like I got their dynamics wrong. You're who I think of as the keeper of these characters so I thought I'd ask you and see what your thoughts are on them.
i feel like there isn't a lot of ways you can go wrong with these two because aside from the very basic facts we don't know much about them at all. like yeah they have these backstories and interactions to some point but it's up to you to fill in the blanks and interpret it as you please so, don't think too hard about whether or not you're getting it "right". As long as it's not THAT visibly out of character (for example Mick is a sniper and you can make a lot of guesses about his personality based on that) i say just write them however you want. sometimes rewatching the show to remind myself of their dynamic also helps me write. i would also love to help if you ever need a second opinion about the way you write them^
as for their essence. (p sure i got the question wrong but?) They're like two sides of the same coin to me. they're so different but also very similar. they complete each other. i like this contrast of two very opposite people being so close to each other. like a welshman and an american, a non-believer and a devout man, the younger extrovert and the older introvert type of deal. but then they're also best friends. they share similar experiences, both have pasts they don't like talking about, two wounded men uniting in their grief. also when you think about it, they were both starting a new life when they joined the red cell, Mick straight out of the army (maybe not right away) and Prophet straight out of jail, a new work, a new environment, a new life, and being the first two recruits of the team, they had to get to know each other and grow close. and seeing how well they do together now, id say that worked out pretty great. (i mean, Mick is new in the US and Prophet is starting his life after 6 years, it's not like they're gonna have much friends or family. i think it's safe to say all they had was each other when the team was first formed (and cooper) lmao)
and as for what i think makes them a great couple is that, the potential they both have to heal and grow if that makes sense? the idea of mick learning to be vulnerable and letting someone get close, or prophet letting his walls down and learning to love someone again. as i said, half of these are just how i interpret them based on their backstories , but yea. i just feel like they have a lot of potential. a lot of things they could learn.a lot of new experiences. it wouldn't be easy for them to carry their relationship to the next level but that's what i like about it. can you imagine the yearning, the angst and all the other things we'd see if any of this was real JSHSKAHEKD LIKEE
i apologize if i didn't answer your question in a way you wanted, sort of just rambled there. feel free to ask if you want me to clarify anything or have another question. sorry
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