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[diaboeli]

❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜ ( aki & angel ) saltburn sentence starters, @callistephos.

behave? were they not already? angel looks up at aki, picture-perfect innocence, if only they hadn't been spotted wreaking havoc in the kitchen with the other two who have since been banished to their bedroom. what else were they supposed to do when they were bored?

the devil's hands dangle idly by their sides, lips twisting as if preparing to pout. aki put up a tough front when the others' were around, but they knew better. or, they were well on their way to knowing ...

despite their nonchalance, there's a glimmer of mischief in their eyes; those wide and purposefully intent on their watcher. they inch closer, while maintaining a reasonable distance. it has to be something worthwhile. “   what do i get if i'm good? ”

[diaboeli]

despite his stoicism, the witcher does subtly angle his head back, gauging the moving ivy tendrils inked into the mage's skin. while he appears younger than expected, there was no denying the talent magic-users and those of similar ilk had in prolonging youth. how many lifetimes were woven into the petals there?

geralt shifts, setting his gear down by his feet as he takes a seat. he watches and waits, weary and increasingly light-headed. that had crept up on him.

“   does it matter? it's dead, ” he evades at first, a sway until elbows dig into his thighs as he leans forward and stares at the grain of the floor beneath him. his blades are still bloodied, even in their sheathes as they are. he'll have to clean them later.

with a slight grunt, he manages to detach one of his leather pauldrons, and in so doing, relents with a sigh, “   bruxa. vampire. few of the villagers had gone missing, your alderman paid me to deal with it. could've prepared more, probably. but things never work out as planned. here we are. ”

deep  in  thought  and  nursing  a drink,  briar  hadn't  heard  a  thing.  only  when  the  looming  figure  appeared  in  his  periphery  did  he  get  yanked  back  down  to  reality,  glass in  hand.

his  gaze  sweeps  over  the  witcher's  countenance  before  briar  stands,  a  flicker  of  annoyance  crossing  the  mage's  features  when  not  much  changes  about  his  view  —  he  is  still  forced  to  tilt  his  face  upwards.

the  enchanted  tattoos  adorning  briar's  arms  twitch  as  he  steps  closer to  assess  the  damage.  intricate  leaves  of  inked  ivy  stretch  out  toward  geralt  as  if  to  investigate  his  very  essence,  illustrations  of  closed  flowers  slowly  blooming  and  bending  in  his  direction.  they  freeze  in  their  tracks  once  briar  gives geralt a curt nod in response to his request for aid.

❝ come, then. sit. ❞ personal woes forgotten, the mage turns to the wall behind him and steps onto a small ladder to reach for a specific collection of tinctures. ❝ and to what creature do you owe the pleasure of this visit? ❞

[diaboeli]

the party was ill-suited to his tastes; surrounded by nobles and wealthy persons alike. the air was insufferable, the music grating on his ears, the lights too bright. he had suffered enough idle chatter and tight button-downs to last him a lifetime― should enver try drag him to another, he might find himself a handsome, young corpse instead. no, no. he was to be on his best behaviour tonight.

difficult to stay his hand though, to steer his thoughts clear, when so many sought him out out of curiosity; as if this was a museum. being ogled and touched wasn't the issue, it was the smell. rich people had a distinct scent, artificial and stale. desperate for the next best thing. couple it with inane conversation, and it's a gods-damned fucking miracle he hasn't flown off the handle. but tonight isn't about him, he's simply a side attraction. a persuasive piece, in it for the long-haul.

he's out on the balcony first, a final bid to escape suffocation. rather than occupying the balustrade, he tucks himself behind the door, appearing meditative with his eyes closed and arms folded.

he should have known company would follow him, unknown and unwelcome. they go ignored, until he hears the near-silent pricking of flesh. xvilnar peeks an eye open, watching the stranger soothe a bleeding finger with a hiss and an array of questions only the naïve would ask. the sight of him is explanation enough. the victim: a kid at best, their alabaster skin contrasting the red rose petals. the culprit: a rose still mid-bloom. the thorns that sprout from it's stem beg to be touched. one for each finger.

“   they're a delicacy, ” he cuts in, making no effort to move from his position. although, he does lift a finger to tap against his lips, one-two, “  you're supposed to use your mouth. ” he's overdue some bloody entertainment, but a perceptive eye may notice the humor that tempts a faint smile.

open starter bc 🔪 yes.

slipping through the cracks of nobility unnoticed wasn't actually the difficult part of his job ; that was easy . he just had that type of face , the type most people assumed belonged wherever it was he needed to belong . nodding , smiling , it all came like second nature to him . the lying , the intrigue ... it wasn't that different from back home . rivvil are so needy , though . it's exhausting , the way everyone wants his attention , all night , all the time . he should've probably listened to mystery , chosen a more inconspicuous outfit , but he likes to look pretty , he likes the sound of jewelry clattering like cymbals as he saunters through the room . they grab his arm , they touch his back . he's thoroughly considered gutting the next person who tries to run their fingers through his hair . there's laughter in his head now , he's pouting , and zero lessons have been learned .

wisps of white sway down the small of his back , disappearing into the fabric of his gown as he struts off to the balcony for air . don't you just hate when your target is late for the festivities ? to think he's put on all this effort for them and they can't even bother to show on time to time to die ... he huffs , propping his elbows against the stone , bathing in the gauzy moonlight . it's a rather pretty view , not that he'd ever admit it so without being waterboarded . what's that ? his head lolls , intrigued by the roses . more surface plants ? were these edible ? such a bright , lively color . same shade as his eyes ... vhaal'krin leans over the petals , scrutinizing them curiously before reaching for the stem , regret immediately scrunching his face as he pricks his finger on a thorn . ❝ ow ... stupid plant ... ❞ he grumbles , sucking on the bruise . ❝ are these a trap or something ? ❞

[diaboeli]

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ASTARION EDITION ⟶ part one

“there is a time and place for violence. i mean - this place is perfect. but is it the time?”

“heaven forbid. we’re all entitled to our secrets.”

“sitting by the fire while you do all the hard work sounds marvelous, actually.”

“couldn’t you wait ten minutes before being an absolute freak?”

“you’re welcome to try and kill me, of course. but i don’t die easily these days.”

“ugh, don’t be so nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back.”

“a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.”

“stabbing someone a dozen times can be many things. but ‘the right thing to do’? hm, i doubt it.”

“immortality is only as good as the life you’re living. an eternity of luxury sounds a lot better than an eternity of struggle.”

“what are you doing? this isn’t safe. you can’t trust him.”

“look, i’m a not a details person, all right. but turning up and causing chaos has worked for us so far.”

“they were clearly artists. you can tell because it’s a mess in here.”

“you know, there is a point where bravery becomes stupidity. and walking into that thing would be very, very stupid.”

“i’ve had enough of bad poets singing of my looks - urgh.”

“is the plant bothering you?”

“until then, try not to die.”

“oh yes, i’m fine. i just feel… awful.”

“shut that oversized chicken up.”

“you know, the only way to cure temptation… is to give in to it.”

“next time, just warn me before you do something stupid.”

“there certainly is a strong ambience down here. i don’t know if it’s the bats or the decaying - everything. it’s quite homey.”

“it’s nice to see heroes are as awful as the rest of us.”

“unusually polite for a god.”

“of all the places you dragged me, this might just be the most foul. and that is saying something, given some of the things you exposed me to.”

“i mean, i hate to judge the proverbial book, but that oath may be all cover and no pages.”

“a shapeshifter? it could be anyone. i mean - it’s not me. but it could be anyone else.”

“sometimes we need to think with our heads before our knifes, dear.”

“you could watch for anyone acting strangely, but - well, you know the lunatics we camp with.”

“thank you. for being that evil bastard.”

“can you feel that? the dark, it’s - hungry. best watch the shadows.”

“this place brings back the worst memories.”

“well, that’s disturbing. still, better than having an actual conversation with him though.”

“oh no. not again.”

“honestly, just once, could we end up somewhere normal?”

“i prefer to travel in smaller groups. it’s more… intimate.”

“nice as it is, she still doesn’t have the best hair in the camp.”

“thank goodness. i was worried i’d have to get involved. now, let’s keep our hands to ourselves.”

“i much prefer it when i’m the one prowling in the shadows - about to strike.”

“ah, nothing says ‘true love’ like faking your own death to avoid someone.”

“you’re not going to eviscerate him? i was hoping for a show.”

“it’s just a waste of a perfectly good cult we could be controlling.”

“can you - ugh, can you shut up and let me read?”

“i hate to be negative. but they’ll carve you up like a goose.”

“my, she sounds positively demented. i love it. let’s tell her everything.”

“you villain. i didn’t know you had it in you.”

“a well-presented face can open a lot of doors.”

“hardly a promising introduction.”

“do you mind? i’m brooding.”

“i’d rather be the only dark power inside your body, if it’s all the same to you.”

“easy now, let’s not do anything hilarious.” 

“i’m with you, my dear. wherever this leads.” 

“i appreciate anyone who opens a conversation with bodily harm.” 

“nothing like a little camp drama to spice up the evening.” 

“it’s almost a pity things ended up amicably.”

“what do you see when you look at me?”

“i would’ve liked more for my trouble than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.”

“do you have any other chaos you need to unleash here?”

“all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?” 

“don’t be so sour. i like a good time as much as anyone.” 

“this seems like a lovely little spot. the sense of impending doom aside.”

[diaboeli]

it's not the life he had pictured for himself, not by a long shot. then again, should someone ask, he couldn't quite describe any one picture to begin with. the end hadn't been the end, and maybe that's why his self-portraits fade ... but greater miracles have happened― if one could call his resurrection a miracle. satoru had been of the mind to take life as it came to him henceforth, unfair and unruly as it ever was. imagine his surprise, when the stars began to align in an altogether unexpected fashion.

he has his back to a door, keen ears listening in on utahime's not-so-hidden movements, the twins babbling and giggling all the while. it's not what he pictured, not at all. yet, he finds he's grinning in the empty hallway to himself, awaiting this promised surprise.

the door opens, and the suspense is over. satoru turns on the heel of his foot, pushing his blindfold up, and consequently his hair, so that it resembles more a headband than an eye covering. there she stands, cheeks tinged rosy with exertion, arms full with two bears cradled on each side of her hips; miyuki's drooling and clapping, while osamu stares up at him, chewing on a paw-mitten.

“   i think mama bear's going soft with old age, ” he can't help himself, tilting down to tickle a finger against osamu's cheek, his opposite hand reaching up to wipe the drool off of miyuki's chin. satoru's smile is unmistakable, and his heart might just burst out of his chest. at last, his sights come to rest on utahime, all but dwarfed between their children. “   you did this for me? i knew you liked me, ” he leans in closer, stealing a kiss and swiftly plucking their daughter out of her arm.

satoru rotates her so that she faces her mother, one arm situated underneath her as if she were sitting in a chair. “   tell me we won't have to return them to the zoo? ” a pout, and he props his cheek atop miyuki's hooded-head.

marriage life was strange, but parenthood was even stranger. she went from being on her lonesome to being a duo, and soon enough, a family. it was also strange for multiple other reasons, like the sheer fact she no longer had to really provide for herself. anytime she tried, @diaboeli would nip it in the bud. it wasn't just her, but the twins they'd brought into the world less than a year ago. whenever it came to buying things for the babies, bottles, new toys, clothes ─ anything, he seemed so against her spending her own money. he made the most money, it only made sense. while it was a stupid argument, utahime didn't bother to argue with him about it, letting him do as he pleased.

today, however, was a different story.

today she'd bought something for the twins, something she thought he'd adore. and despite her constant bullying of him, she did adore him, and thought he'd love this. so she had him waiting outside the bedroom, back facing the door just in case he tried to cheat with those eyes of his. the sounds of fussing come from osamu, who had unfortunately taken after his mother in terms of moods, but sounds of amused giggling come from miyuki, who had taken after her father in terms of finding amusement in her brother's whining.

❝ alright, are you ready? you better not have peaked, satoru! i'll kick your ass. ❞ such language was seldom spoken in front of the babies, but she was excited to show him this. she'd just wrestled with two babies to get them into the surprise, he'd better of had the decency not to cheat and steal a peek.

when his response comes, she moves, both children held up by their front in both arms. with having twins came the ability to juggle, being able to manoeuvre two children in your arms while opening and closing doors. after almost a year, she'd become a pro at it. skillfully, she opens to door, glancing down at the two now seemingly content children in her arms. ❝ okay, look! ❞

in one arm was miyuki, clad in a soft brown teddy bear onesie, which matched the soft warm brown in her eyes, the one trait she'd gotten from her mother. tufts of white hair peek through from under the hood, her little hands slapping together in mirth as she picks at the bear mittens attached to the onesie utahime had dressed her in. in the other arm was osamu, who didn't seem as amused, but hadn't yet reached the stage of moaning about it. instead, he sat against utahime's hip, his onesie a dark black, no doubt a colour choice utahime had done on purpose, what with his nickname. he instead chews on his mittens, gaze focused on his father.

peering from the little bears in her arms, the brunette turns towards her husband, face lit up. ❝ well? what do you think? ❞

[diaboeli]

❛ but darling, you're kind about everyone. you can't be trusted. ❜ ( astarion & halsin ) saltburn sentence starters, @anquenin.

“  does kindness in abundance make the act any less sincere?   ” he speaks only in truths, as ever he does. the little elf was no exception to this rule, but, perhaps, required more consideration than most. when he offered praise he meant it wholeheartedly. despite his preoccupied mind, halsin had made space for astarion in what ways he could without being so overt; much like a defensive animal with its hackles raised, one misstep and he may run away.

the druid's smile lessens minutely, a flash of uncertainty within his gaze. “  have i given you cause to doubt me?  ”

[diaboeli]

❛ fucking hell, you gave me a fright. ❜ ( briar & geralt ) saltburn sentence starters, @faintedloves.

geralt appears indifferent, as the other exclaims their surprise. while he was light-footed, he would have thought the parlour door opening and closing was announcement enough. apparently not. but, of course, the town healer is a mage― a druid or medic would have been wishful thinking.

“   i need a healer, ” he states, brusquely, his dirt-riddled face, blood-laden leathers and stringy, unwashed hair providing some indication as to his affairs, if one cared to look closely enough ... if the wolfs' head medallion and mutations didn't give him away. “   the alderman sent me, ” call it an advance on the contract he had just accepted. there would be no seeing to monsters and all manner of evils if he bled out or expired from exhaustion.

geralt shifts his wounded shoulder, the slash that starts there cuts through the padding, reaching mid-sternum; bruxa claws cut deep.

“   can you help me, or not? ”

[diaboeli]

❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜ ( utahime & satoru ) saltburn sentence starters, @moonsmourning.

“   hmmm? ” his cheek protrudes as he stops chewing on his sashimi. he had made some throwaway bait-comment about her manners, so, naturally, he should have anticipated retaliation. her words do carry an air of insult that figuratively rebounds off of him, although, their deeper meaning doesn't go amiss. “   it's one of my favourite things about you, senpai, ” the p pops, and satoru plants his elbows on the chabudai, his chopsticks weaved through the air to snap at her, teasing. her lack of performativity in his presence was one of his favourite things about her, to be precise.

“   ... did i upset you? ” he speaks through a mouthful, tapping the blunt end of his chopsticks against his chin as if deep in thought. satoru swallows his mouthful, the distant closing of megumi's bedroom door sounding at the back of the estate. “   you're mad at me, ” he concludes. was it the comment? his busy schedule? the calling her at odd hours because he wanted to hear her voice? not that he had admitted to it.

satoru pouts, “   hm. i'll make it up to you. ”

[diaboeli]

❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜ ( ellie & wyll ) saltburn sentence starters, @sunsetsoft.

“   ... i don't know about that, ” wyll starts, head dipping as he truly considers his words. be yourself. he was no longer the picture-book hero, the image one conjured when the blade of frontiers was told tale of; his devilish eye and curled horns effectively counteracted that. so, returning to the grove had been difficult, had drawn stares as they re-entered the gate. what curse had befallen him? what sin had he committed to earn such punishment? who was he, anymore?

while appreciative of elinor's encouragement, doubt had already begun to sew itself into his very sinews. however, such convictions couldn't last long out here. they had a job to do, tadpole's to be rid of, and tieflings to protect. wallowing in his own self-pity would only serve to damn those around him. “   but, you're right. and i'm sorry for being such miserable company of late. your words mean more than you know, ” as if tucking the self-deprecating shadows away, wyll straightens, features softening.

“   even the blade has his days. i'm glad i have you to remind me to be true to myself. i can only hope to do the same for you. ”

[diaboeli]

❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜ ( laenaya & halsin ) saltburn sentence starters, @folkpoet.

the gibbous moon shines down on them, near bright as the sun and no less spectacular than when in it's final phase. many celebrated the lunar cycle in all it's stages, from jubilant revelries to quiet meditations. for halsin, unsurprisingly, the full moon invited reflection and encouraged balance among all things, but particularly within the natural world as the moon and sun directly opposed.

“   i've no singular answer to that question, i'm afraid. although, i suspect there'll be a great deal of howling... ” he chuckles to himself, “   in all seriousness, i find the beauty is in the meaning-making. for some, it symbolises ends and beginnings, for others, it's time for deep prayer and spiritual reflection, to name a few. ”

he turns to laenaya, curious to hear her insights. while she was a fellow druid, there was no reason their ideologies need align. perhaps they were cut from the same cloth, perhaps not. “   what would you make of it? ”

[diaboeli]

❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜ ( widowmaker & shadowheart ) saltburn sentence starters, @fielleuse.

“   really? ” there's a sneer, poised and perfected upon shadowheart's lips. her tone mocks, “   i guess some of us are simply better at it than others. ” she's caught her in a disapproving stare, her arms folding across chainmail as she looks down at the lifeless husk where there could have been a vital source of knowledge.

while she understood that not all drow were inherently violent, there was something to be said for the way they handled the enemy. slice first, ask questions later. while the cleric wasn't opposed to violence and bloodshed, mindless brutality often got in the way of natural leads; the desperation for a cure was swiftly becoming blurred, and she couldn't have that. her frown deepens, and there's a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes that steels over the moment she makes eye contact.

“   there's being cold-blooded and then there's utter stupidity. at the very least, we could have tortured them for information. now we're back at square one. ”

[diaboeli]

so anyway evil papi durge

[diaboeli]

❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜ ( jaskier & geralt ) saltburn sentence starters, @writtenmisfits.

geralt rotates the skewered rabbit over the fire. there was little by way of shelter between here and novigrad, however, fortune-favoured them tonight as the cloudy sky blew overhead and the winds dulled to a gentle breeze.

“   hm, ” he spares jaskier a cursory glance, stifling the amusement that threatens to curl by the corners of his mouth. his lifestyle wasn't one of luxury, not by comparison; and he certainly wouldn't tolerate the bard's griping about the hardships of the road any longer than necessary. once they reached the city, they were likely to part ways. such was life. “   someone ought to warn the ladies of novigrad, then, before they wake to find you in their beds, ” he reaches for some kindling, tossing it onto the fire. the flames consume quickly, and embers spit onto the dirt by his knee.

once the meat whitens and chars nicely, geralt removes the skewer and passes it to jaskier. rabbit was a delicacy out here, and it was only by some strange miracle he had managed to net one. he could tide himself over with the dried fruit and stale bread in his pack in the meantime. “   eat. ”

[diaboeli]

Suguru vc 😘

satoru vc 😘😩💦

[diaboeli]

utahime: i just wanted to let you know you look like the three blind mice from shrek. get fucked.

“   stop being so mean to me, or i swear to god, i'm gonna fall in love with you ( ˘ ³˘) ♡ ”

[diaboeli]

𝑆𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ) dir. emerald fennell  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ i wasn’t in love with him. ❜

❛ i loved him. of course! it was impossible not to. ❜

❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜

❛ i protected him. i was honest with him. ❜

❛ it's just you and me, mate. and the girl with agoraphobia, but she's in her room. ❜

❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜

❛ oh no no. not, uh, friend. more an admirer. from afar. ❜

❛ so you're picking apart the style my essay instead of the substance? ❜

❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜

❛ fuck, that's kind. are you serious? ❜

❛ i don't smoke. ❜

❛ he’s been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers. ❜

❛ there aren’t any pictures of me as a kid. ❜

❛ you look different. ❜

❛ harsh! that is so harsh! you’re such a snob! ❜

❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜

❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜

❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜

❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜

❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜

❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜

❛ everybody just goes to ruin, i suppose. ❜

❛ but darling you're kind about everyone, you can't be trusted. ❜

❛ i have a complete and utter horror of ugliness. ❜

❛ because you're a terrible person? ❜

❛ daddy always said that i'd end up at the bottom of the thames. ❜

❛ fucking hell you gave me a fright. ❜

❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜

❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜

❛ because you’re so fucking beautiful. ❜

❛ you're in your see-through nightdress underneath my window. ❜

❛ i could just eat you. ❜

❛ lucky for you i'm a vampire. ❜

❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜

❛ it's just fucking cringe, mate. ❜

❛ what a little shit-stirrer. ❜

❛ it’s just so disappointing. you're just another one of his toys. ❜

❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜

❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜

❛ i mean, you’re a fucking liar… why would you lie? ❜

❛ ...i just wanted to be your friend. ❜

❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜

❛ can you fuck off and bother somebody else? ❜

❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜

❛ you can’t just throw me away. ❜

❛ i just gave you what you wanted. like everyone else does! ❜

❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜

❛ i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you. ❜

❛ i'm still the same person. ❜

❛ i don't know what you are. but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold. ❜

❛ it was the end of everything. ❜

❛ none of us wants your bloody american feelings! ❜

❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜

❛ you're always skulking around. weaving your spider web. ❜

❛ i think you're a moth. quiet. harmless. drawn to shiny things. batting up against the window… just desperate to get in. ❜

❛ you've made your holes in everything. you'll eat us from the inside out. ❜

❛ you ate him right up. and you licked the fucking plate.❜

❛ have you been happy? ❜

❛ i loved you. by god, i loved you. but sometimes i... hated you.❜

[diaboeli]

precipitation clings to the bathroom tiles, steam clouding the edges of the mirror that reflects her; utahime's freshly-washed, freshly-flushed face percolating into view until she's a fully manifested human being in front of him. there was a time in his youth when warping long distances was inconceivable. presently it was as easy as opening a door in one room and stepping through to another.

now, springing on her in the nude like this was completely unplanned― cross his heart. he wasn't a pervert, so desperate to catch a glimpse of her curves. however, spiritually exhausted and tightly-wound, she had been the first thought on his mind once the day was done. reverse cursed technique could keep his mind refreshed and his energy supplemented forever, but it couldn't counteract the mind-numbing mundaneness of mission after mission after mission ... suddenly, a jar thwacks against his infinity and bounces away, rolling somewhere unreachable underneath the sink.

ah. he had been staring at her. the tub of moisturiser clatters and echoes in circles before silence falls between them, bar the drip, drip, drip of her leaky showerhead.

satoru tilts his head, offering her his rapt attention, concealed behind the layers of his blindfold. he watches her attempt to cover herself, an arm reaching over her breasts, a hand in front of her groin, as if he hadn't had the pleasure of seeing it all prior to her realisation. “   it's not nice to throw things, you know, ” an amused titter parts his throat as her hair falls out of her head towel wrap, damp and long, draped over her like a blanket. she's so silly.

he glances down at the plush robe folded on a small stand by the door, by him. gingerly, he holds it up in front of him with a small smile, with no means of moving. if she wanted it, he wouldn't deny her; she could take it from him without struggle. “   scary! why don't you come over here and get it, sadako-chan? ”

@diaboelic: prompt: gojo warping into utahime's apartment unannounced

it's well into the evening, way after school hours, and the nightlife outside her apartment is busy while she resides in her home. while she could have been out drinking with shoko or being social, utahime had needed a night in, a night to herself, a night to treat herself. it had started with takeaway food, which she rammed down her throat without a second thought, but she still saved some for leftovers. it then led her to a nice soak in her bath, then a quick shower to wash her hair -- now it was skincare. she had to keep the skin around her scar nice and moisturised otherwise it would pull like elastic, which wasn't a nice feeling.

it's only her in her apartment, naturally, as she stands bare in front of her mirror, nothing on aside from a towel wrap to keep her wet hair up and out of her face. perhaps she should have rushed this part, she should have known better. but, then again, this was her apartment, and the door was locked. so when that strange breeze tickles her body, despite all the windows and doors being closed, and she turns in confusion to see none other than gojō, her thoughts immediately become scrambled. she's standing before him completely and utterly bare, aside from some dots of white cream she'd applied to her face, ready to rub into her skin. but now that was long forgotten. ❝ gojō-! you idiot, what the hell are you-! ❞ the words rip from her mouth in a panic as she turns and frantically moves to find her robe, which conveniently happens to be sitting right beside him, propped over a chair he stands next to. when she realises this her eyes narrow and she moves her hands to cover herself, not before picking up one of her jars of moisturiser and launching it directly at his head.

of course, however, it bounces off thin air before it can so much as graze his perfect, porcelain skin.

in all of her frantic moving around to find coverage her towel had become undone slightly, and just as she goes to speak, it undoes itself completely and falls to her feet, leaving her hair to fall around her, damp and now tangled. the woman almost resembles a human-like curse. moments pass in silence before she whips her hair back, glaring daggers at the smug man standing before her. ❝ just give me that damn robe before i set you on fire. ❞