AND THEN MASAMA TOUCHED A BOOB AND FELT HER HEARTBEAT-- okay no seriously.
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The basket arrived at his doorstep the day after he woke up. Baraqiel had told him he'd been out for a few days--not comatose, but not really there, either. He'd also given the basket--and the note on top of it--a flat look he thought Masami hadn't spotted, but Masami just wasn't touching that with a twelve-foot-pole.
It was a simple apology, and a basket full of oranges. He had to wonder where Hisoka even got fresh oranges in February, but he supposed there were some things he really shouldn't question.
Still, he felt a little bad. He could feel her guilt lingering in traces on the note, and while he was sure she'd apologized to all summoners, he was also sure she meant it sincerely for every single one of them.
But it wasn't really her fault.
Masami lingered a moment more, and picked up his jacket and cap.
"Master?"
"...It's okay. I...won't be long." How many antique shops run by an apparent pair of twins could there be in Yasogami, anyway?
1/2 I'll get the linda+florian one in a bitsobani_iruFebruary 7 2011, 07:14:12 UTC
She was terrifying like this, and it was perfect for her. Linda'd never seen Yue fight before, she realized now, and this woman, surrounded in flames and eyes alight with a strange, alien joy caused by that adrenaline rush was something out of a nightmare. It didn't help that Yue's hair reflected firelight well, seeming to blend right into the firestorm she'd created.
A perfect creature out of nightmare. And the thought occurred, just for a moment, that maybe, maybe, Yue was a hero, just not the kind she thought she was.
Linda hated her for it. Hated that easy forgiveness, hated her talent, hated that, impossibly, when she believed in people, she wasn't wrong.
And she hated that Yue knew, and didn't care. It wasn't fair, but that was the story of Linda's goddamn life, wasn't it?
He doesn't know what he's doing, and to be fair, Makoto doesn't really, either. Her experience, if she can really call it that, is really the opposite of useful. Rikyu is flushed so badly he has pigment in his face, and he's tripping over ever third word, although she's not sure if that's embarrassment or his clearly painful level of arousal.
It'd be cute if she wasn't terrified.
She doesn't have to explain condoms to him, which is an unexpected blessing Makoto is eternally grateful for, and Rikyu manages to calm down enough to think...and with his nervousness disappearing, the way he looks at her, his eyes gleaming in the dim light, sends a very pleasant shock through Makoto. As does his decision to use his fingers.
She knew he was good with his hands, she just never thought about the implications before.
Getting Saburo to the doctor's office in the first place had resulted in a black eye, scratchmarks down Sei's cheek, and several bites in his shoulder. In the end, Sei had to carry him, but as long as he had a hold of him, Saburo didn't bolt.
This did mean he had to go in with Saburo. In retrospect, Sei figured he should have known how disastrous a physical was going to be.
It took ten minutes to explain to the doctor that a...cough check was just in no way going to happen, and another fifteen to negotiate the stethoscope, during which Saburo's teeth never left Sei's wrist. Sei ended up being the one holding the stethoscope, with the doctor listening.
Suggestions of shots were not well received. Sei was pulled aside for questions about domestic abuse.
The eye exam went slightly better, although Sei was already mentally running through how to get Saburo to wear glasses, and by the end, he had permanent teethmarks in his wrist, an extremely traumatized clinic staff, and Saburo attached to him like some sort of bitey limpet. He
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Masami and Hisoka. Something cute/heartfelt?
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The basket arrived at his doorstep the day after he woke up. Baraqiel had told him he'd been out for a few days--not comatose, but not really there, either. He'd also given the basket--and the note on top of it--a flat look he thought Masami hadn't spotted, but Masami just wasn't touching that with a twelve-foot-pole.
It was a simple apology, and a basket full of oranges. He had to wonder where Hisoka even got fresh oranges in February, but he supposed there were some things he really shouldn't question.
Still, he felt a little bad. He could feel her guilt lingering in traces on the note, and while he was sure she'd apologized to all summoners, he was also sure she meant it sincerely for every single one of them.
But it wasn't really her fault.
Masami lingered a moment more, and picked up his jacket and cap.
"Master?"
"...It's okay. I...won't be long." How many antique shops run by an apparent pair of twins could there be in Yasogami, anyway?
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A perfect creature out of nightmare. And the thought occurred, just for a moment, that maybe, maybe, Yue was a hero, just not the kind she thought she was.
Linda hated her for it. Hated that easy forgiveness, hated her talent, hated that, impossibly, when she believed in people, she wasn't wrong.
And she hated that Yue knew, and didn't care. It wasn't fair, but that was the story of Linda's goddamn life, wasn't it?
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rikyu/makoto porn come on do it
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It'd be cute if she wasn't terrified.
She doesn't have to explain condoms to him, which is an unexpected blessing Makoto is eternally grateful for, and Rikyu manages to calm down enough to think...and with his nervousness disappearing, the way he looks at her, his eyes gleaming in the dim light, sends a very pleasant shock through Makoto. As does his decision to use his fingers.
She knew he was good with his hands, she just never thought about the implications before.
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Alternatively 'the cops vs the summoners over Rin, that's MY target to capture bitches'.
Or any two of ours.
Whatever.
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This did mean he had to go in with Saburo. In retrospect, Sei figured he should have known how disastrous a physical was going to be.
It took ten minutes to explain to the doctor that a...cough check was just in no way going to happen, and another fifteen to negotiate the stethoscope, during which Saburo's teeth never left Sei's wrist. Sei ended up being the one holding the stethoscope, with the doctor listening.
Suggestions of shots were not well received. Sei was pulled aside for questions about domestic abuse.
The eye exam went slightly better, although Sei was already mentally running through how to get Saburo to wear glasses, and by the end, he had permanent teethmarks in his wrist, an extremely traumatized clinic staff, and Saburo attached to him like some sort of bitey limpet. He ( ... )
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MIBAE/ISRAFEL PORN GO
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Israfel laughed, a delicate sound that was prettier than any guy's voice had a right to be.
"'Homosexuality' isn't really an issue. Technically, I'm not human, so it'd count as bestiality~"
"...Was that supposed to be comforting--" Mibae had to wonder where Israfel learned to kiss, because he thought angels were supposed to be chaste.
Still, as things went, he supposed he could blame it on the wine in the morning.
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