It's not at all strange that, when she has an afternoon to herself, Renji-kun shows up on her door step. He is a shinigami, Ichigo-kun's friend, and an able man between the living and the horror of the Hollows. She respects him, but knows he is human, too; genuine, and so easy to relate to
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Re: 1: CustomlikeastraydogDecember 7 2009, 03:36:05 UTC
Oh my god, I think I love you. That was so cute. It's just so warm and comfortable and them, and the hug isn't forced at all. Thank you so much. It's lovely ♥
2: Self Perseptionheavenly_homeDecember 7 2009, 03:37:05 UTC
Grimmjow never understood the human's need to embrace. (A part of him does, nightmarish and strong, screaming somewhere in his mind; locked in a corner but not chained tightly enough.) Touch leads to death in battle, and the blood splattered across his skin is all he ever needs to feel whole.
(Though there's a hole through his stomach that can never be filled, by food or this vague, weak little concept of love.)
He finds himself in destruction and taste of flesh, the crunch of bones between his teeth; Grimmjow does not need anyone else.
When small hands claw at broad shoulders, the truth does not change; nor when his name is breathed-gasped-moaned against his ear.
Haruto is too shy to know how to ask; Issei is too uncertain to take the lead. They dance around it for days on end.
A brush of hands, simple contact; both blush too hot to think straight. Their eyes catch midway through a longing glance, and Haruto is the first to look away.
There is a longing in their hearts for more, but it takes a virus for them to follow through.
It's affecting everyone, just popping in and saying hi. Not until Issei has his arms full of Haruto does he believe it's happening again. But not to him.
This isn't like he expected it to be, but...his boyfriend is really cute as a rabbit.
If wishes were fishes...heavenly_homeDecember 12 2009, 19:58:17 UTC
Matthias was being shy, hiding behind his mama. Peaking out with big, wide eyes; he realy was cute.
"Thanks for having me over." Phoenix smiled, hand on the doorknob.
"You should come more often. We miss you."
"Ah, work's been kind of..." He trailed off, and conceeded, "I'll see you next week?"
Mariach accepted it, not entirely happy; Phoenix turned to go.
Quick as lightning, Matthias darted out and grabbed ahold of Phoenix's leg. He clung there, pouting, and murmured loud enough for them to hear, "Papa...no go."
The atterney froze, breaking out into a cold sweat. In a misguided plea, he looked to Mariach for help.
The man was blushing and, frankly, sparkling in his direction.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, stomach knotted in dread, Phoenix chose the lesser of two evils.
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Everybody needs a quiet place, which Kasumi like, offers, and Renji seems the type of guy to return what's offered equally. :3
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(Though there's a hole through his stomach that can never be filled, by food or this vague, weak little concept of love.)
He finds himself in destruction and taste of flesh, the crunch of bones between his teeth; Grimmjow does not need anyone else.
When small hands claw at broad shoulders, the truth does not change; nor when his name is breathed-gasped-moaned against his ear.
Even when they have pulled away.
((^^; I tried...))
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Bawwwwwww oh my god thank you so much. ;A; ♥
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Don't cry I love you toooooooooooo♥
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A brush of hands, simple contact; both blush too hot to think straight. Their eyes catch midway through a longing glance, and Haruto is the first to look away.
There is a longing in their hearts for more, but it takes a virus for them to follow through.
It's affecting everyone, just popping in and saying hi. Not until Issei has his arms full of Haruto does he believe it's happening again. But not to him.
This isn't like he expected it to be, but...his boyfriend is really cute as a rabbit.
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"Thanks for having me over." Phoenix smiled, hand on the doorknob.
"You should come more often. We miss you."
"Ah, work's been kind of..." He trailed off, and conceeded, "I'll see you next week?"
Mariach accepted it, not entirely happy; Phoenix turned to go.
Quick as lightning, Matthias darted out and grabbed ahold of Phoenix's leg. He clung there, pouting, and murmured loud enough for them to hear, "Papa...no go."
The atterney froze, breaking out into a cold sweat. In a misguided plea, he looked to Mariach for help.
The man was blushing and, frankly, sparkling in his direction.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, stomach knotted in dread, Phoenix chose the lesser of two evils.
"...do you still have that pie?"
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Maybe Phoenix will stay for the kid?
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