violinist • insomniac • paper aeroplane • dandelion seed • feather • she sings • a stolen ring • fairytale gone wrong • cliche • ribbon • cadence • 3:28am • icarus • hallucination • letters to the moon • silhouette • breathless • start running • astronomer • comet in a bottle • reincarnation • mirage • filigree • everyone was dancing but me • nameless • exhale • fortuna major • vices and virtues • gunpowder and gunshots • china teacups • pinkie promises • chrysalis • piercing • north star • kerosene • dark horse • vanilla • the cat meowed • blink • text message • smirking • firefly • daisy chain • doe eyes • "where are you?" • typo • no shoes in the rain • heterochromia • swallowing silver spoons • a spoonful of sugar • mistaken identity • twisted ankle • touching the clouds • i told you so • lump in the throat • shoulders • sunburn • ambulance • talking nonsense • perfect • bare branches • pale • everyone found out • not enough • i owe you • she won't say it • russian roulette • dried flowers • actress • tattered notebook • smell the roses • justice • all that glitters • the cat and the king • grudge • apathy • all dolled up • decadence • blush • too easy • healing • then, i changed • write to me • caffeine • rumpled sheets • close your eyes • message in a bottle • morphine • fahrenheit • fighter • i lit a candle for you • after all this time • newspaper • pendulum • soundproof • skeletons in the closet • nightingale • arms crossed • prologue • epilogue • bully • i dare you • arms outstretched • woken up early • we're all made of stardust • dancers • hero • blurry • aftermath • even you • whatever you want to believe • a dance with the devil • roses are red violets are blue • lantern • they kept their promises • live fast and die young • interlaced fingers • i wish i tried harder • don't blink • envelope • congratulations • just look down • wayward • when you say nothing • as you wish • runs in the family • fight like a girl • the bright side • skyscraper • sunshine • bye, beautiful • don't mess with me • fire at will • fire and water • peek-a-boo • don't die before i do • wanderlust
pick a character + prompt (or tell me what you want &or bring your own) and get words.
[Kaname inhales sharply, his sudden movements and the grunt of effort (and with what she expects is pain), catching her off guard enough to break the trance. She moves her hand the same time as his, hers pressed against his chest, fingertips resting on his clavicle. In fact, that's where both are situated, one on either shoulder. There's nothing she can do but shift with him. Luckily, it's not a big move, though she's higher up on the bed. Or he's lower down. Either way, their faces are now level, and she can see the look in his eyes.]
Messer-kun, you shouldn't be do--
[Her breath catches, and she can feel her own heart speed up. When she feels his hand on her back, she starts, a jolt of electricity so clearly to blame. She swallows, closing her eyes as his knuckles trace her across her cheek, reveling in the touch. Foreheads meets, and his fingers weaving through her hair, a happy sigh-- a very happy sigh-- escapes her.
Control ebbs, and she reaches around, arm snaking over his shoulder, around to his back, then up the back of his neck, fingers taking in every contour and muscle there. Again, she's tangled up in his hair, holding his head to her. She cracks one bright blue eye open to look at him and issue a warning.]
Just remember how scared I'll be if you hurt yourself further. [The words are meant to act as a deterrent to prevent anything else from happening. Much more would definitely serve as a setback on his road to complete recovery. Still, while there is a line, they haven't crossed it just yet.
Angles adjust, and her eye closes again. His head to moved forward so his lips will meets hers. Kaname kisses him, gently at first, then more eagerly. It's not demanding, not yet. The message is there, a promise of what's to come, if this works out. What she wants, what she imagines he wants, too, but he might never have dared imagine. It's all there, just waiting for him to get better.]
[ Messer leans in for her as their lips meet, encouraged by the touch she tracks up the back of his neck, through his hair. An action that leaves nothing but light shapes on the back of his eyes, and the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. It's thunderous in comparison to how softly it carries out — their first kiss is gentle, supportive, and he almost fails to restrain himself on the second. It'd be so easy to fall into more, to take this want and fly with it, but her warning sits pretty in the back of his mind. Innocuous, melodic. He tilts his jaw, leaving a lingering kiss on her bottom lip. His own quirk, just at the corners, and if she's quick, she'll catch it before he breaks it.
A small smile, meant for her. As they usually are. He exhales, a short huff, touching his brow to hers again. ]
Understood.
[ Instinctively, Messer falls into line with her, eyes opening to wisps of red on his peripherals, the shape her lashes make against her cheek. His fingers have traveled through her length of hair to settle on her neck, thumb just shy of her jawline. If this is the last thing he'll ever do, he knows that being tangled up in her like this just once would've been worth it.
But it won't be the last time.
Knowing that, he moves to settle down on his side, urging her to lay with him. He can know what unspoken promise exists between them now, but he's still not going to be quick to let go of her. ]
[The warning is for him, to remind him of what could happen. But also, with those words, she knows he'll be able to control things so they don't go too far. It's up to him to make sure they're both okay in the end, him physically, and her emotionally, as knowing she might be the cause for his pain would be a tremendous weight on her. He'd never allow that to happen.
Manipulation isn't a skill she likes to employ at all, but sometimes it's required. She knows herself well enough to have foreseen her probable inability to take charge once things began. And she's right.
When Messer breaks the kiss, his smile, his exhale, his touch, Kaname knows she made the right call. Her breath is heavy, bordering on a pant. His thumb on her jawline, hand behind her head... She moves, she needs to. Ducking her head, she buries her face into the crook of his neck, red locks tickling his jaw, now now immersing it. Tucked against him, she regains control, steadying her breathing, closing her eyes to feel both their heartbeats. Vision clears, the darkened edges slowly abating.
She breathes in deeply, as much as she can, her chest against his, taking in his scent. Smoke, fire, sweat. There's more. The underlying scent of him. She relishes the sensation, arms slinking around him, one on either side, to hold him close, lest he vanish upon release.]
Messer. [His name escapes her, a sigh, meant for no one else. If she's aware she said it, there's no indication. Kaname is lost. In him, in them. If prompted, she'd say being found isn't an option.]
[ If anything can be said about him, beyond his solemnity and his silence, it's that Messer is a patient man. And not always as unaffected as he seems, despite that. Something about her shortness of breath against his mouth makes her sudden movement a hazy blur, and Messer finds himself full of her in the same instant. So full. Pressed flush to him, taking his breath away in kind. Messer knows her voice inside and out. He cherishes it. Hearing his name like that, quiet, breathlessly — a jolt races up his back, but he minds it. Its lattices only make it so far under the responsibility he feels for her. His arms circle about her, one to her shoulders, one to her waist. To steady them both.
To prove that even now, he is listening. ]
Kaname. [ He murmurs her name into her hair, no formality attached, cheek pressed to her crown. ] It's alright.
[ Those words have been Messer's mantra for so long, but there's a new light to it. For the first time that he can remember since Marienburg, Messer doesn't wonder about the merit of his own life. Even if he's carefully locked what might have been away, her effect is unmistakable: throwing open all the windows, warming the long halls of his heart. Her deep breaths resonate in his chest, and he tightens his hold on her in reassurance.
It's alright because they're both here. Tired, hurt, holding the pieces together between them. Together. ]
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Messer-kun, you shouldn't be do--
[Her breath catches, and she can feel her own heart speed up. When she feels his hand on her back, she starts, a jolt of electricity so clearly to blame. She swallows, closing her eyes as his knuckles trace her across her cheek, reveling in the touch. Foreheads meets, and his fingers weaving through her hair, a happy sigh-- a very happy sigh-- escapes her.
Control ebbs, and she reaches around, arm snaking over his shoulder, around to his back, then up the back of his neck, fingers taking in every contour and muscle there. Again, she's tangled up in his hair, holding his head to her. She cracks one bright blue eye open to look at him and issue a warning.]
Just remember how scared I'll be if you hurt yourself further. [The words are meant to act as a deterrent to prevent anything else from happening. Much more would definitely serve as a setback on his road to complete recovery. Still, while there is a line, they haven't crossed it just yet.
Angles adjust, and her eye closes again. His head to moved forward so his lips will meets hers. Kaname kisses him, gently at first, then more eagerly. It's not demanding, not yet. The message is there, a promise of what's to come, if this works out. What she wants, what she imagines he wants, too, but he might never have dared imagine. It's all there, just waiting for him to get better.]
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A small smile, meant for her. As they usually are. He exhales, a short huff, touching his brow to hers again. ]
Understood.
[ Instinctively, Messer falls into line with her, eyes opening to wisps of red on his peripherals, the shape her lashes make against her cheek. His fingers have traveled through her length of hair to settle on her neck, thumb just shy of her jawline. If this is the last thing he'll ever do, he knows that being tangled up in her like this just once would've been worth it.
But it won't be the last time.
Knowing that, he moves to settle down on his side, urging her to lay with him. He can know what unspoken promise exists between them now, but he's still not going to be quick to let go of her. ]
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Manipulation isn't a skill she likes to employ at all, but sometimes it's required. She knows herself well enough to have foreseen her probable inability to take charge once things began. And she's right.
When Messer breaks the kiss, his smile, his exhale, his touch, Kaname knows she made the right call. Her breath is heavy, bordering on a pant. His thumb on her jawline, hand behind her head... She moves, she needs to. Ducking her head, she buries her face into the crook of his neck, red locks tickling his jaw, now now immersing it. Tucked against him, she regains control, steadying her breathing, closing her eyes to feel both their heartbeats. Vision clears, the darkened edges slowly abating.
She breathes in deeply, as much as she can, her chest against his, taking in his scent. Smoke, fire, sweat. There's more. The underlying scent of him. She relishes the sensation, arms slinking around him, one on either side, to hold him close, lest he vanish upon release.]
Messer. [His name escapes her, a sigh, meant for no one else. If she's aware she said it, there's no indication. Kaname is lost. In him, in them. If prompted, she'd say being found isn't an option.]
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To prove that even now, he is listening. ]
Kaname. [ He murmurs her name into her hair, no formality attached, cheek pressed to her crown. ] It's alright.
[ Those words have been Messer's mantra for so long, but there's a new light to it. For the first time that he can remember since Marienburg, Messer doesn't wonder about the merit of his own life. Even if he's carefully locked what might have been away, her effect is unmistakable: throwing open all the windows, warming the long halls of his heart. Her deep breaths resonate in his chest, and he tightens his hold on her in reassurance.
It's alright because they're both here. Tired, hurt, holding the pieces together between them. Together. ]