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“Save your apologies for another time…” Shura responded tartly. 

The mild sourness was not directed toward Aphrodite but rather than towards the hues of blood red; a reminder of what that assailant managed to succeed at doing. Finishing off the left overs was nothing that bothered Shura. It was minor thus was as simple as cutting through steam. 

He tucked the back of his gold clad wrist–as his hand was bloodstained from their defeated opponent–under his companion’s chin, gently lifting it up to have a better view of the damage. 

“Could’ve been worse.” Shura was tempted to ask about Aphrodite’s ego on the other hand. Although words were not uttered, it was somewhat clear by his eyes.

Aphrodite did not respond to that, for there was nothing he could say in return. Every loss in battle was something of great impact to him. He was used to be perfect in those matters - and every other -, and to have an ordinary nobody overpowering him even for an instance was the biggest offense to his dignity. 

He met Shura’s eyes with his momentarily at his gesture, and it was embarrassing to offer him the sight of a busted lip. He also knew his friend was right in a sense, but in the other...

“I suppose,” he said simply and lowly, averting his gaze whilst softly moving his face away from his companion’s touch. “The result would be about the same, though.”

“A shattered pride and maculated honor.”

Bitter words didn’t suit Aphrodite’s sweet voice, but he couldn’t help it. He did not mean to be ungrateful either, but he hardly could conceal the contempt he felt towards his own incompetence. He wasn’t seeking for anyone’s pity or understanding; he simply could not keep his frustration at bay now. 

It was hard to even look Shura in the eyes.

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Hi peeps! Anne here, with a big post ahead. Please read!

Long story short: I’ve been away from rping properly on Tumblr for a pretty long time. The reason being that, back in May 2014, I started playing the MMO Final Fantasy XIV and this pulled me away from tumblr like… A LOT. Ever since, I still play FFXIV crazily, everyday of my life, BUT! I REALLY, REALLY miss rping, I REALLY miss tumblr rping and I want to get back to it. Due to my severe anxiety and depression problems (which also pulled me away from Tumblr) that I finally started to get a decent treatment for, I want to get back to do some things I used to, and Tumblr rping is like… the main thing among them. I will try my best to manage my time so I can both be active on Tumblr while continuing to play my everyday FFXIV game (which yes, I’ll still do, even more now that a samurai expansion is coming lmfao).

That being said, everyone who knows me knows I have a lot of muses. Some I rp or used to RP a lot with, some not so much. Some I still rp a lot even nowdays, or simply log in to lurk on them, though not posting anything and such. Some I made but never had the chance to rp with, even though they’re some of the muses I’ve always wanted to rp the most.

SO! I’m going to post down here a list of all the muses I currently feel like RPing and being active on. Please bear in mind that I’ll log in to them according to the mood I am on the moment. Sometimes I’m in a mood to play a muse like Fyodor, while other times I feel like playing a muse like Asmita. I’ll go with my own flow and will try be as active as I can on them, at least for a few times a week/month.

Most of my muses are very traditional Japan oriented, bcz this is the kind of muse/subject I like the most, which sometimes makes interactions difficult with them, even if they do have AU verses and/or are canon divergent. However, these are very, very dear muses to me, so if you feel like we can have an interaction for them (and all of the muses, in fact), please let me know! I love plotting, creating complex and deep threads, be it serious or funny ones, and as long as the person’s on the same page that I am and giving me room to what reply to / showing interest in the rp, I can guarantee I can be a great partner to ye.

BUT OFF TO WHAT TRULLY MATTERS! The list of the muses I will/want to currently be active are:

Mandrake Fyodor, from Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas —{ @nakazaniye​ }

Tenka Kumo, from Donten ni Warau —{ @kumonotenka​ } 

Hijikata Toshizou, from Hakuouki — { @oni-no-fukuchou }

Vincent Valentine from Final Fantasy VII —{ @chaosxwithin }

Joseph Oda, from The Evil Within –{ @keijimemoir }

Kei Amakura, from Fatal Frame III —{ @indigocurse }

Virgo Asmita, from Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas —{ @tenkuuhaja }

Capricorn El Cid, from Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas —-{ @amagire }

Charles Xavier,  from X-men —{ @charlesxfxavier }

I do have many other muses, but I either don’t feel like playing them that much or they are/became character database blogs only, OR private ones that I rp only with my best friend out of Tumblr, so no need to put them here.

Aaaannd that’s it!! Thank’s for reading through all of this and please give my babies some love and interactions. I love meeting new people, I write VERY LENGHTY rp replies and all that jazz, so! If yo’ure in this same vibe, let’s make sue to intereact to each other.

Thanks a lot, guys :)

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Shura ~“Are you alright?! Do you need anything?”

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“I’m… fine,” he said quietly, turning his head. Aphrodite wiped the blood of his rosy lips now tinted with crimson red with his manicured fingertips. The beating he got wasn’t so bad, and he returned victorious in the end, making the one who had the audacity to oppose him pay for his injury, one way or the other. Well, Shura did. Yet, he was still too proud to allow anyone to see him in that state, no matter how minor the cut on his lower lip was, and even if, at the moment, the Capricorn was his only company. It wasn’t out of vanity, but letting his guard down wasn’t something usual of him. Wasn’t for Shura, his injuries could have been much worse, and that was quite hard to swallow. 

At the very least… it was someone he trusted, and that wouldn’t look down on him for a moment of lack of attention. He could at least show him a bit of gratitude, it wouldn’t hurt… right?

Aphrodite turned to look at his friend, furrowing lightly his thin eyebrows in a mild downcast expression.

“I apologize for the trouble, since you had to finish him off for me…”

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sentence starters: protective edition.

“Don’t let them talk to you that way.”

“I get so angry whenever I hear them talking about you… you don’t deserve it.”

“You could have been killed!”

“What were you thinking?!?”

“Are you alright?! Do you need anything?”

“I can’t leave you here alone.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“If they lay a finger on you, I swear I’ll kill them.”

“I’ll protect you with my life.”

“I’ll never leave your side. Not until we can ensure your safety.”

“Who did this to you?!”

“No one messes with you and gets away with it.”

“I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

“Come on, tell me what happened.”

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This wasn’t something he had anticipated.

Shura always liked a little challenge. The greater it was, the better and all more reason to feel triumphant when he comes on top. But this wasn’t some challenge he was expecting.           His mouth went dry as his body poised stiff and stunned.

Aphrodite’s affections weren’t uncommon. His friend like to spoil those very few he only truly cared for with affection. And it was something Shura found himself to take pride in; to be one of the center of attentions of those whom he saw had worth in his eyes.

He was a greedy man; haughty and greedy, hungering for challenge and sometimes having things go his way.  But a taste on the lips made him crave more of what he couldn’t have.

“Aphrodite you…” His teeth clenched as his cheeks tinted a light red. Shura didn’t hold no grudge that was for certain. He could learn to accept, but to be taken off guard and teased this way! Giving Aphrodite the upper-hand! Shura averted his eyes, growing conscious of his cheeks’ color.              “Tch. I didn’t like it anyways…”

Aphrodite could not tell whether the expression that was adorning Shura’s countenance was the ones he hoped to see, but it brought him a sense of satisfaction regardless. Perhaps it was a tad cruel of him to go so far to merely provoke and get a reaction out of his dear friend, to win this little competition they always had between them, but he had no vile intent amidst his provocations. In the end, he wanted it to be enjoyable for the both of them.

Besides, a rosy blush suited Shura quite well.

“I apologize if I overdid it,” he said with genuine apology in his voice, no matter the smile he held in his lips that was out of pure enjoyment. “Yet, there is no need to be so stubborn about it. The red tint coloring your cheeks is giving you away.” An airy and yet graceful chuckle left his rosy lips.

“You may consider it a friendly gesture. An overly affectionate one, perhaps. I enjoy that look on you better than the previous one, and... it illustrates well, how deeply I care for you.” His voice was as sweet as honey. “Therefore, you won’t ever forget about it, will you now?”

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The smooth nail felt ticklish to his cheek. Shura found such sensations rare oddly; he may have felt tickles before but usually he didn’t take a moment to bask them in. From anyone else, he’d snap and keep his distance finding many not worth allowing to touch him in any playful or affectionate way. 

Shura watched Aphrodite; lips pulled back in a half smile with eyes lightly narrowed. Black lashes nearly made his skin seem paler than usually with the frame complimenting his deep emeralds. 

He chuckled briefly, a light breath inhaled as he was tempted to pull away and laugh at Aphrodite’s ‘compliment’. Bold, yes, he supposed he could call it. He’d always want to seem bold and straightforward even if he could toy and riddle with his companion.

“I do my best,” He jested maturely, giving a light shrug.

Only the mood eased quietly when he heard the other’s sarcasm wither away. 

“Melancholic, hmm?” He decided to continue Dite’s sarcasm. Only for that word. “I wouldn’t call it melancholic; I’d call it being realistic.”

That smirk faded, Shura stood there quite serious, “I don’t appear to be a man who likes to fantasize, do I?”

Aphrodite’s expression remained the same, but there was something dubious about Shura’s words that piqued his interest. To hear that he was realistic was nothing quite new, since he was more than simply acquainted with that trait of his. As for his last choice of words, however...

“Only because you do not appear like someone who would do so, it does not mean you don’t do it.” He pointed it out, and an automatic smile adorned his lips. It was a spontaneous one, out of amusement but it was also quite gentle. “Why, perhaps you need something to fantasize about.”

Gently, Aphrodite cupped Shura’s cheeks with his palms and slender fingers, and his following gesture lasted but a second. He pressed his rosy lips onto his friend’s, tenderly so, with his eyes closed serenely so.

Once he parted from him, Aphrodite tilted lightly his head to the side, observing carefully Shura’s countenance. 

“But then again, I do not think this would suffice, now. Would it?”

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A sly smile. So he wasn’t snared entirely. Good. There was some seriousness in his words. Platonic at best, regardless Shura was a competitive man. He’d do it for sport while on the other hand…

“Does it? Does it not?” He riddled an answer.

Shura wasn’t going to be direct. His warm cheeks coated with soft chill and pressure. There was no way of averting his gaze. But he could close his eyes and closed them he did; those snickering emeralds now hidden. Sight turned off in favor for touch and sound at the cost of watching that serene visage twist and turn. But he couldn’t do that at all now could he?

“Why, whatever makes you this concerned, Dite?” Shura dodged the question with yet another.

Lips pulled back for a great smile. They hushed when the other neared too close for call. Shura wasn’t surprised he supposed; Aphrodite was such an opportunist!

A rattle of laughter made him shook, his lips didn’t release the sound. Shura eased and calmed. His voice grew gruff with murmur.

“Where’s the fun in giving me what I want?”         How times change. How times bring about the change.

“You know well the answer to that question,” Aphrodite replied calmly, the smile in his lips palpable in his voice.

He wasn’t concerned, per se, but it would give him immense pleasure to be considered his favorite person. Aphrodite saw many things as a competition, and as any sore loser, he wouldn’t accept anything but the first place amongst the areas he found himself deserving of more -- which were quite a few.

His manicured thumb stroked Shura’s cheek beneath in slow and calm movements as he kept with his face close to his, feeling each other’s scent from such a short distance.

“Mmhm, so you do admit you want this? How bold,” he teased with a brief, charming chuckle as their warm breath blended together, tilting faintly his head. “I am feeling quite generous today, so it wouldn’t be out of pure amusement alone. Besides, you sounded a tad melancholic just now.”

There was no sarcasm in his words, this time.

“I don’t like it.”

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When was the last time he felt a kind embrace? The personal space being invaded wasn’t well liked by Shura usually but maybe it showed how much he respected and cared for his companion. Of course, it’ll be rare and that he didn’t mind.

Indulge in the moment while it lasted. Shura wrapped a single arm around Aphrodite like a weapon careful on not cutting its owner. He took in the scent and sight of someone being this close. It was oddly warm too; the warmth of another’s body. He mused to himself, humoring on how the closest warmth he’s ever felt from another was in battle. Gruesome thoughts needless to say. Shura was peculiar like that but nothing he’d utter to not spoil the moment.

“Good. You shouldn’t regret it for sometimes the views of others don’t truly matter at all.” And then how sweet the warmth is.

Different. That difference is what made it all the better. Shura felt he didn’t need to express his gratitude or thoughts. Aphrodite would be able to tell in some way how he really felt.

He released when Aphrodite did. A half-smile quirked upon his lips, momentarily averting his eyes whimsically when Aphrodite signaled his upcoming jest.

And what a question! Was the answer not obvious?       “How unfair I cannot choose myself! You’re leaving me with little choices.” He feigned disappointment, chuckling shortly after under his breath. For a moment, he returned a sly gleam graced by the frame of his lashes. Challenging albeit serious in its own regards.

Or not.

“Does it matter that much with whom I answer?” He added on a jest, for a while at least before he answered truthfully, “After all, I don’t like investing in what doesn’t really reciprocate.”

Shura’s response was unexpected, Aphrodite thought. But he knew well what the other was referring to - or so he thought -, and couldn’t help but display a sly smile himself.

“Why, are you telling me you wouldn’t pick me because you think I wouldn’t do the same for you, or does it go farther than that?”

With another light tilt of his head, he reached for Shura’s cheeks, softly squeezing them together with his manicured fingers and a serene visage. Today in particular Aphrodite seemed unable to keep his hands to himself.

“You don’t think I show it enough, is that it?” Aphrodite hummed lowly, meeting Shura’s gaze with a thoughtful expression.

His hand now was tenderly cupping the Capricorn’s cheek, feeling it’s warmth against his palm, and slowly he leaned his face closer, admiring the green hue of his eyes from up close with his glossy rosy lips hovering Shura’s own a few centimeters from his.

He was possibly teasing.

Or perhaps he wasn’t. It would depend.

“How would prefer that I reciprocated, then? Tell me.”

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“What a coincidence; I thought it was uncool for a grown little boy like me to get soft and mama a crybaby.”

Despite his words, Shura’s tone came soft. A rarity for him since he always had this condescending air to him. But with one who made him feel so human, reminded him back then they were still children… Shura let his hand be held, dangling but firm in Aphrodite’s grip. In reminiscing, Shura finally gripped back. Squeezing soft strong hands lightly.

He remembered those memories well. Yes, so distant. He was rather asocial as a child. Keeping to himself and reserved, following the Pope’s orders and mission when needed. He was a perfect ‘military man’ and then grew to be a man of pride packaged with growing cynicism he boasted out haughtily with a half-smile.

These hands Aphrodite held, they’ve tasted blood numerous of times. Excalibur was such a holy blade; a symbolism of its own from King Arthur to the tale of Athena bestowing it onto Capricorn for being the most loyal to her. Now it meant strength to him. Absolute strength. And strength was justice. And justice was what this world needed. And this world needed it now.

Such a harsh mind, one that’d smile so slyly and sarcastically; arrogant and calculating. An unorthodox noble warrior and seeker of good. And yet even a rose like Aphrodite could hold that hand that belonged to that mind. And yet a rose like Aphrodite could remind him of the humanity in him.

“You never needed to express gratitude to me.” Another light squeeze of his hand, “After all, why express it when you could keep me company as well? You could come to me all you want as long as you never left me alone either…”

Aphrodite, his dear friend…

Shura let out a charming yet small chuckle, “Well now. You made me speak words I’d never dare to utter.”

Aphrodite softened further at the feel of Shura’s fingers holding his own in return; it made sheepish, it made him cheerful. He treasured this bond between him and the Capricorn, one of the few meaningful ones he had made throughout his life. 

His response managed to bring sweet smile on Aphrodite’s lips, and to return them, he slid his slender arms around Shura’s waist in a gentle embrace, resting his head on his chest closest to his neck. Perhaps he was abusing the other’s space by inducing in such amount of physical contact, but it was only this time. He wouldn’t do it so often...

“Keeping you company would be my pleasure as it always is,” he replied, still basking in the embrace he had involved Shura in. And it truly would. The silence between them was never uncomfortable; there was some understanding amidst it, and the occasional teasing jester was fun. He was never bored by the other’s side.

And Shura’s last statement proved well his point.

“I have heard I cause this on people,” Aphrodite replied with a genuine amused grin, rising his head to meet Shura’s emerald gaze. “And I do not regret it. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.”

They were so different from each other, but that was what brought them together. 

“I think that concludes our moment of evident sentimentalism for the time being,” he said, playfully narrowing his gaze. “But first... there is something I desire to know.”

Aphrodite tilted his head, releasing Shura’s waist and crossing lightly his arms before his chest with the corner of his lips widening subtly. The expression which decorated his countenance was sly and a certain trait of playfulness glimmered in his blue eyes.

“Who is your favorite person, over all? Saying ‘yourself’ doesn’t count, in the case you may think it’s a valid option.”

Obviously, Aphrodite was expecting to hear it was him, but in a way or the other, he was genuinely curious.

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And oddly, Shura felt he was holding back still. He didn’t pester; Aphrodite knew what he wanted and when he was ready… He’d tug. Shura would’ve guessed. But already there was a lot that Aphrodite was stubborn to admit to.

“Always amusing…” A barely audible chuckle, and Shura didn’t shrug the other off. He’d let him savor his accomplishment.

Childhood. It felt like a luxury thinking back on it. They were gold saints so they were expected to take matters rather seriously along with their duties. Shura went back and forth from being a Saint who struck down the lives of targets and a little asocial child who kept to himself only when spoken to. 

A little child who was sometimes picked by this other little child named Aphrodite when that child needed something. They had no mothers or fathers to tend to their simple needs…

“Yes, I remember that. I wonder, were you sniffling and trying to hide your crying when I carried you?” Shura teased, grin softening and breathless at how strange to felt to recall that had ever happened… He felt like he was spacing out almost.

“And I cleaned your wound and bandaged your knee…?”

“Well, since then I was a proud little boy that thought it would be far too uncool to have a comrade of mine witnessing such a shameful sight. The fact you had to carry me was already too much of a burden.”

Aphrodite’s low chuckle was ever so charming as he took his time reminiscing about their childhood days. His slender and well manicured fingers grasped one of Shura’s hand and he held it like that, always so gentle as if he was holding one of his very delicate roses.

“You would often take my hand to calm me down, even though you always kept your distance between others and never induced in physical contact. Always so reserved.” A fleeting smile adorned his lips. “You looked after me when I was nothing but a crybaby, weeping in the corners and behind the pillars whenever I would lose a fight.”

The brief, airy laugh that left his lips was deprived of humor this time, containing only a little of the nostalgia that filled him as he spoke. Aphrodite turned his head, his azure eyes observing Shura’s countenance with a faint warmth enhancing his gracious traits.

“I cannot really remember if I ever mentioned how grateful I was for those gestures... Maybe because I was concerned that if I pointed them out, you would cease to exercise them, and I would feel lonely if you did.” Aphrodite was never dishonest, but being so straightforward about his true sentiments wasn’t a habit of his either. Maybe the nostalgia was indeed getting to him.

That was fine, though. Aphrodite never thought feelings were something to be ashamed of, for he didn’t see them as a weakness. In fact, feelings were the human beings very strength. Manipulating them was one of the skills Aphrodite excelled at, but this time... no, he was being utterly honest. Even now, Shura was someone he would cherish, no matter how much wider the distance between them could grow.

His feelings, as his loyalty, were unswerving. They were not bound to change.

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“This,” Aphrodite leaned against Shura, resting his head against his friend’s comfortably. 

“I wanted to do this.” He said with a delighted sigh, pleased with himself for being able amuse Shura a little bit. Why, it wasn’t an easy task to begin with, so he had every right to feel proud for such an accomplishment. 

His response wasn’t completely true, but it wasn’t a lie, either. Aphrodite wasn’t the type of the person who would expose his thoughts so easily, especially ones that would make him appear so uncool -- even if Shura happened to be one of the few people who had witnessed many unpleasant moments of Aphrodite’s life, including ones of his childhood --, but his intentions were often quite clear.

Those feelings didn’t bother him, though. Voicing them that wasn’t an option. This nostalgia was rather delightful; it made him feel funny.

A small smile crossed his lips, and Aphrodite glanced towards him without moving from his spot.

“Do you remember when I scraped my knee once and I couldn’t bring myself to walk properly because it hurt terribly, and it wouldn’t stop bleeding, and you carried me on your back all the way up my Temple?”

Aphrodite remembered those events with fondness and mirth. When, during the process of adulthood, had them grown so cold and distant to one another?

Usually his laughter would ring with a slight haughtiness that was to be expected of the prideful Capricorn. To see his friend to resort to tugging at his arm like a child. But instead, his laughter came warm and soft; it wasn’t a norm for the other to do this. 

“Whichever you prefer…”

“Now would you tell me what you want?”

It felt like they were children again. It almost gave Shura a headache, a sort of light-headedness once he realized how much time has passed. A surreal essence gently urging him to remember how long childhood lasted. He kind of disliked it, it made him weak. They were adults now weren’t they? Assuming there was never really much of a difference.

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Aphrodite could feel his cheeks burning a little under Shura’s observations, and he couldn’t help but turn his face and look away. He was good at feigning appearances, but Shura would always win in this kind of situation. There was no way he could keep up with a straight face after being told this.

A sigh softly passed through his lips, and he drew closer in calm steps. 

“Should I tug at your cloth, now?” His voice was low as he reached to give Shura’s arm piece a light tug. Aphrodite remained looking away. “Like this?”

It felt odd how near Shura it was like time hadn’t passed at all. Not only due to the memories he provoked by saying those things before, but their relationship had never really changed. To this day, they’d look after each other the same manner they used to; in a very particular way.

“Since when did anything required to have importance?” Since they became adults maybe…

And Shura can see that sulking. He could always tell when the other sulked. Neither did he know why he thought of when they were children. Maybe because it was because they were adults now too…

“I remember when you would tug on my sleeve quietly when you needed attention and to be taken care of when were little… I don’t recall you ever being direct with words, now did you?”

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“...” Shura’s remark made Aphrodite’s expression shift, and he pursed his lips a tad. He didn’t expect him to point it out, no matter how observant he knew Shura was. 

Aphrodite was possibly -- certainly -- sulking a little bit.

“There’s this possibility. But it’s nothing of great importance.” Actually, it wasn’t important at all, to begin with. “I was just... passing by.”

“Whatever difference, it doesn’t matter. I want to know if you were seeking something.” Shura tilted his head to the side, his smirk faded, eyes narrowed soft, “You never seemed to have grown out of this habit…           I remember you sometimes ‘observed’ when you wanted or needed something when we were children.”

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“I wasn’t... staring. I was simply observing. There’s a considerable difference between the two.” Aphrodite made a face. “But I had no special reason or whatsoever.”

“I’d ask you the same. You’re the one has been staring at me for how long?”

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"...”

“If you have anything in your mind, do say it.”

“Is that really all?”

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“Curiosity.”

“Why ask?”