#[uy que valiente 😳✨✨]

[mino-diabolik]

✉ 🌀 ✔️ 💋  👏 for Ari (si quieres en un AU donde no está con Kino jajajaja)

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING

@ariadnasdiary

Send ✉ for a written letter from my muse.

Lovely Cempasúchil,

It’s been quite a few decades since I last had to write a letter, so excuse any over-the-top vocabulary. Old habits die hard, as you know.

My mother thought it would be nice to have you over for dinner next weekend if that would be fine with you. There’s no need for you to respond via letter as well, but it would be nice if you could call soon before the date in order to be prepared whether we will or not be expecting you.

Hopefully my Familiar showing up at your window won’t startle you much.

— Mystic★

Send 🌀 for my muse’s reaction to getting stuck in a storm with yours.

“Well, fuck,” Mystic sighed, propping his hands on his hips. He stared out at the pouring sky, seeming rather unimpressed by the ferociousness of the lightening and thunder. It was as though the very clouds were mocking them for getting stuck in the middle of the torrent.

Shortly after, he turned to face Ariadna and shook his head. “Nothing I can do about this. Running out into the rain’s just gonna get us both a cold and that won’t be pretty.” He shuffled closer to her side, shaking the messy mane on his head, sending a few droplets flying off everywhere—perhaps even a few right into Ariadna’s face. Mystic acted as though he hadn’t seen anything and cleared his throat to keep himself from laughing.

“The universe divined this, my lovely Cempasúchil,” the Founder chuckled quietly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and tugging her closer. “Lucky for you, we got stuck right outside this conveniently placed hotel. What d’ you think about getting… comfortable? Fufufu.”

Send ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours.

As Ariadna ran through the alleys and hangers of clothing, picking out a few and studying them, before putting a couple back and running back to check others, Mystic sat back on one of the benches in front of the fitting room. He was holding the rest of the bags they had gathered throughout their trip through the mall. He’d told her she could pick out anything she wanted and he’d pay for everything as an exchange for her helping him out last time he got in a mess. Now, though, he was regretting his choices.

As Ariadna zoomed past to view another blouse and the set it was matched with, a peculiar garment caught Mystic’s attention. It was a black leather skirt. It would fit short, no matter what size one picked, and it’d stick right against the wearer’s thighs. Certainly something Ariadna would never wear under normal circumstances.

Mystic casted a glance at the girl, trying to fit her into the garment in his mind. It looked really well. In his imagination, at least. Just imagining her meek expression, being able to part her legs and lift it with his own hands—

“Oh, fuck!” Mystic shook his head, unaware he’d actually gasped out loud.

Ariadna turned around and gave a puzzled look, to which he could only turn much redder. “What the matter?”

“We’re heading home immediately after you finish here.”

“Why? Did something happen?”

Mystic massaged the bridge of his nose. “You need to take responsibility.”

Ariadna was even more confused. “Eh?”

Send ��� for how my muse would seduce/flirt with yours.

Mystic would most definitely try to pamper her and give her things she likes. Maybe even buy that thing she looked at with longing eyes for a bit too long. He’s always had a feeling that Ariadna was the kind of girl that liked getting flowers, so gifting her one or a few every once in a while would be an effective method. He really likes playing with her hair—as in, twisting a finger around that loose strand handing on her face right in the middle of a conversation—all while making heavy eye contact and smiling teasingly.

Send  👏 and what your muse will do to fluster mine.

Mystic would try to steal kisses from her. Just as she turns around to face him, he’ll lean in and peck her nose, cheek, and even her lips.

Running his hands on the curve of her waist or lower back is another thing he likes doing to see her jump and squeak in surprise. It always gets a good laugh out of him, while Ariadna is huffing and puffing with embarrassment.

Mystic, being the person that he is, would whisper the lewdest of things into her ear at any point or time of day. He has come to really like that bright red face of hers.