#☣ [ ' ԋҽαʋҽɳ'ʂ ɯαιƚιɳɠ ϝσɾ ყσυ ɯԋҽɳ ყσυ ƚαƙҽ ყσυɾ ϝιɳαʅ Ⴆɾҽαƚԋ. Lҽƚ ყσυɾ ʂσυʅ Ⴆҽ αƚ ɾҽʂƚ. ' ] - ✡ Cɾყʂƚαʅ Sʅҽʋαɳƚ ✡

[chronosbled]

"oh. what is with the... new look?" ( she's curious she's curious !! )

☣ — Oh, how he wished he had seen the side effects that would come with succumbing to so many experiments. If only he had been smart enough, had been confident enough to go against his grandfather's wishes. If only had hadn't been so terrified to do anything that would get him thrown right back into that dark, horror inducing darkness. Perhaps he could have been able to prevent such an unfavorable outcome? Perhaps he wouldn't have to hide himself away from all the people he once called his friends and family out of fear for what they'd say, what they'd do, what they'd end up finding out about him that he had tried to hide for so long. His body had been suffering for years, yes, he'd known that much... but for him to discover that his body would change for the worse within the span of a few years? It was more than he could stand.

☣ — Hair that was once as black as the darkness he'd been forced to endure was now as pure as freshly fallen snow, royal blue irises once as deep and mysterious as the darkest depths of the ocean were now as bright and clear as the ice from the glaciers of Alaska. Even his once somewhat pale skin had become even paler, making him look almost akin to a walking corpse. Just like all the ones he'd seen since childhood. He was going to end up looking just like them. Being just like like them.

☣ — No. No. Nonononononono. He couldn't be like them. He couldn't be just like them. He couldn't be. He just couldn't. Hecouldn'thecouldn'thecouldn'thecouldn't— HE CAN'T BECOME ONE OF THEM!

☣ — Strands the color of pure untainted snow bounce ever so slightly as he turns to face the other, mind mulling over the question that he had been asked, an intense burning sensation welling within his very being as if his entire body had been lit ablaze — being forced to acknowledge his sudden drastic change in appearance... it was more than he was prepared for, but he chooses to keep his usual smile present — ice blue irises slowly coming to a close before placing a singular hand against the back of his neck, fingers appearing as if he was lightly rubbing the tender skin (when in actuality he was digging his nails into the flesh).

☣ — "Ahaha, do you like it~? I was thinking of giving something new a try." A lie. Everything that had come out of his mouth in that moment was nothing but one big lie fabricated in order to keep the other from worrying, in order to keep himself from having to admit his suffering aloud. He couldn't bare to tell her something like that. He had made her a promise, after all. This might forsake that promise. "What do you think? Do you like it? Think I should keep it this way from now on~?

[chronosbled]

"What are you looking at? Let me see." ehé I bring a curious wife this time for Dickson <3 what shall it be? what is it? all yours to decide.

☣ — BEAKERS FILLED WITH VARIOUS DIFFERENT LIQUIDS BUBBLED OVER A SMALL FIRE, clear tubing connecting from one beaker to the next, creating a clear path for the mixtures to merge together. Experimenting with new chemicals and substances was always something the raven enjoyed, much like a child when acquiring a new video game or a new toy they could play with, there was a never ending source of entertainment. After all, experimenting like this was how he began to develop his own serums and even create his own vaccines for things most people in the medical fields would never want a cure for — especially due to the fact big pharma loves to make bank on the sick and helpless. Not him though, no sir. He didn't want money for the things he would create, instead all he wanted was the recognition he deserved for saving those that needed to be saved. He simply wanted to give people who have nothing a fair chance at survival, hence all his sleepless nights of testing and trying, all his self-torture from experimenting on himself, it was all worth it — even if it brought back horrible childhood memories for him.

☣ — However, HE STILL NEEDED TO KEEP HIS OWN MUTATION IN CHECK AS WELL, thus why he had taken the time to perfect a serum for his specific condition out of his own blood and various other things. Said serum also had the potential to infect others and save them from death, something he did often when coming across those that had been dealt a bad hand in life, granting them a new immortal life as a being connected to him through blood. In a way, one could say he was much like a vampire when passing on their vampiric curse, but this was more like he was recreating the family that he was never allowed to have. Though his attention is drawn towards the woman of sakura colored hair once hearing her speak, head lifting from it's slouched position as he had been looking down at his exposed forearm — syringe in hand as he was about to inject himself — an unusually tired looking smile spreading across his features.

☣ — "It's just a serum I created for my mutation, it helps to keep me more... human... as one would say." HE KEEPS THE SYRINGE IN HAND BEFORE CAREFULLY TURNING IT OVER TO HIS PARTNER, "Go ahead, just be careful not to stick yourself." After all, the last thing he would need is for her to hurt herself because of his own lack of caution, and his lack of proper rest to prevent himself from falling asleep standing at his desk, much like he usually did. He was certain she could see that much in his eyes and the way he was currently presenting himself — hair sloppily tousled everywhere and his shirt somewhat crooked from applying various tests on himself — not to mention he hadn't even tried to cover up all the scars scattered across the exposed parts of his body like he normally did. "You know, you're really cute when you're curious~."

[chronosbled]

You're the pain that I crave, hmm. A drug I shouldn't take. Oh, it drives me insane.

You're my choice of mistake, Rules over me. It's hard to explain, That I can't walk away.

I won't contest, Your touch is God sent. Like a spell, I can't break free. Can't run, it's too late. Got myself here to blame.

'Cause you're my sweet poison. Pour me a potion. You flow through my veins, lust craved. I can't help it, I'm enslaved. Fuck with my psyche.

Poison ivy. Poison ivy. And I want you to stay. Pour me a drink, Poison ivy.

Pleasure that I crave. Can't help it. I'm trapped in your chains. Oh, it drives me insane.

I won't contest, Your touch is God sent. Like a spell, I can't break free. Can't run, it's too late. Got myself here to blame.

'Cause you're my sweet poison. Pour me a potion. You flow through my veins, lust craved. I can't help it, I'm enslaved. Fuck with my psyche.

Poison ivy. Poison ivy. And I want you to stay. Pour me a drink, Poison ivy.

Poison ivy. And I want you to stay. Pour me a drink, Poison ivy.

// @thornicidxs

[chronosbled]

In any case, here: a Crystal slowly coming from behind to bite Dickson.

☣ — CRIMSON-BLUE SPLICED IRISES GAZED DOWNWARD TOWARDS THE VARIOUS ASSORTMENT OF BODIES THAT LAID MOTIONLESS AT HIS FEET, blood still flowing freely from freshly created wounds, forming a rather large puddle that began to stain into the fabric of black boots. Hilt of his sword still held firmly within his grasp meanwhile the blade remained placed against the dirtied ground, not sitting quite upright, but more or less haphazardly tilted — thus making it evident that his mind was elsewhere despite his physical body remaining here, but where his mind was would be a question that goes unanswered if he were ever to be asked — after all, he made it a point in his life to never answer personal questions asked of him. His left hand is slow to rise to his face, moving in a fashion that appeared to be him wiping away sweat, but instead he merely ended up smudging a splatter of blood onto his cheek just below his eye.

☣ — It had been some time since he'd traveled from the Tyr Empire all the way to the Black Rose, LEAVING BEHIND EVERYTHING THAT HE ONCE KNEW AS HIS HOME (OR RATHER IT HAD NEVER BEEN HIS HOME TO BEGIN WITH, perhaps he had only stayed because he had no where else to go) — it wasn't like Randolph would listen to a single thing he had to say after all, instead he encouraged the raven to "behave like the good little heir" he was supposed to be — thus why he had decided to take matters into his own hands. He had grown tired of doing his grandfather's bidding after all, but alas, things weren't much different for him now. He was still using his skills to do another's bidding, but at least this time he could do so with full conviction, especially since he had grown a rather deep soft spoke for one of the leaders of the Black Rose. Though he's pulled from his thoughts the moment he hears someone approaching him from behind. Normally he would turn with the instinct to fight, to protect himself, but this time he did no such thing. Instead he simply allowed the other to draw closer until delicate fingertips gently pulled the back half of his mask down, followed by the sudden sensation of teeth piercing into the soft flesh on the back of his neck, earning a slight grunt to escape from pressed lips hidden behind black fabric, irises moving ever so slowly to the side in attempt to look at the culprit.

☣ — CRYSTAL SLEVANT, leader of the Spring Layer of the Black Rose. The very woman that struck fear into the hearts of many with a simple usher of her name, much like his grandfather. There's silence between the two for what seems like a few moments, almost as if he had to drop the act of a mass murdered and get back into the character of a love-struck fool, "I wasn't expecting you to check on me during my task... let alone bestow such a reward unbefitting of me," that much is evident given how his voice still had yet to shift from it's low tone to a much softer one. "As you can see, I have taken care of the spies just as you have ordered. If you so wish it, I am more than ready to take on another task for you, my queen." With that, he takes a small step forward and away from the female, finally turning around to face her before kneeling down, gaze lowered towards blood soaked boots. Yet despite all his grandstanding, he could seem to hide the slight shade of color that had spread to the tips of his ears.

[chronosbled]

Mayhem occurs often in places like that — where embers trace the revival of the wildest fires incrusted in the flesh of everyone. Typical, one may think. It's almost the same: drinks, songs, other substances into play … all to numb everyday life and it's toll. To devour what it's necessary for survival, letting the greed grow bigger to claw itself to the very core. Predictably, the woman could only feel apathy towards those who waste such luxuries away.

That's the reason she stands before him, all in a place she does not belong to. Where she does look out of her element and yet, it's chaotic to be this calm, to have learnt to swim with sharks. It's odd. It's casual. The woman had to lift a strand of the red dress and move the other hand to see how much of the drink was left before speaking. "Of all the people, finding you there… It's a surprise. I cannot say if I like it, or not." <3

☣ — BRIGHTLY COLORED LIGHTS FLASHED CONTINUOUSLY AS MUSIC PLAYED LOUDLY THROUGHOUT THE BUILDING, followed by the movement of various bodies dancing to the almost hypnotic beat — often leading for one to be bumped into by the growing crowd of the drunk and high, something many didn't seem to mind within this kind of environment — the smell of cigarettes and weed mixing together with the smell of sweat was something he certainly didn't enjoy. It was something he could deal with though, at least for the time he was here... after all, he couldn't exactly run a nightclub or bring in new customers if he wasn't present to entice all the new faces into coming back on a regular basis, especially when it came down to the ladies. They were the prime targets. It was always so easy to wrap his arm around them and whisper all the sweet little things they wanted to hear into their ears, always making them want more than what they were worth. After all, it wasn't like they actually wanted him, they just wanted the money and power that was affiliated with his family name. Just like everyone did. Thus why it was so easy for him to reach into the bag and pull out one of his many facades, changes faces on a daily basis simply for the sake of getting what he wanted. The savvy business man, the charitable philanthropist, the genius scientist, the compassionate doctor, the stone-cold assassin, the team playing soldier, and most of all, the fun loving neighbor. None were exactly who he was deep down on the inside, but rather parts of him that he wished to be.

☣ — Fits of laughter rang out loudly, COMING FROM NONE OTHER THAN THE WOMAN SWARMED AROUND HIM — hands gently brushing upon his shoulders or grabbing upon his arms, something the absolutely couldn't stand (oh how badly his body wished to retract into itself to avoid all of the unnecessary touching, it took all he had not to push them off of him — instead keeping the charming smile present upon his face (even if it looked like it was straining). But all of his willpower alone could not prepare him for the sight he saw just ahead of him. Sakura colored hair, amaranthine eyes, and a beautiful red dress. The woman in question being none other than Crystal, his beloved wife, the very one who was back at the estate only moments ago. All of the charm and wit previous had completely vanished, his body only served to grow tense the longer he stared at her — he should have expected something like this, after all... Crystal had always been an explorative woman — he could feel the beads of sweat roll down his face and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. So with a quick movement, he pulled himself away from the gaggle of woman around him and slowly made his way over to the other.

☣ — 'You have to confront her.' 'You have to explain to her.' 'You have to think of something to say to her.' 'You have to reassure her about everything.' HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING TO MAKE SURE THERE WOULDN'T BE COLLATERAL DAMAGES FROM WHAT SHE HAD JUST WITNESSED IN THAT MOMENT, or else there would be trouble.

☣ — "I can explain," his voice comes forth rather softly when he speaks, ALMOST BEING COMPLETELY DROWNED OUT BY THE BLARING MUSIC OVERHEAD, "it's not what it looks like, okay? I'm just working." He isn't sure if what she says means she's angry or simply surprised, but regardless... he feels as if he owes her this much. "I'm only here to bring in new customers and... the women here are easy targets for that. They clamor around anyone who looks attractive enough and has money, so I decided to use it to my advantage. I never intended to do anything more than that, in case I've possibly upset you." Yet no matter how much he tries to talk his way out of this, he can feel the overwhelming sensation of unease welling within the very pits of his stomach. It's a strange feeling, something that he isn't used to experiencing. It was akin to something a child would feel when they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't, except this felt ten times more overpowering. Perhaps because he wasn't a child who had been caught by a parent, but because he was a grown man being caught by the woman he loved the most. Caught doing something that he didn't even truly care for. "You know that I love you and that I'll always love you, more than anyone here. More than anyone ever! I would never do anything to hurt you and if you don't believe me, ask me to do anything and I will." Voice beginning to fill with the sound of panic, a truly bizarre trait for the man of raven hair — because not once did he ever lose his cool during any situation, so long as it wasn't about his grandfather's death — arms crossing over one another as hands begin to tightly grip at the fabric of his black suit, fingers digging further and further into the skin hidden underneath.

☣ — OH, how he hated this feeling. He hated everything about it and wished she would simply say something already. It was dangerous how much of a hold she had on him without even needing to say much of anything, but then again, that's what happens when someone who's broken and obsessive falls for someone who knows how to get what she wants.

[chronosbled]

Since there is a chant. She bites the husband. <3

☣ — EVEN THOUGH HE SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED AS MUCH, there's still a light gasp that escapes his lips, followed by a shiver that travels down his spine as he feels a pair of teeth sink into the exposed skin of his shoulder — all because he decided that he would wear a shirt that exposed the top of his shoulders instead of being completely covered like usual, mainly because he had only woken up a few minutes ago and hadn't tossed on the right shirt. It takes all he has to not utter any type of sound, but he couldn't help the whine that follows, a hand reaching upward as he gently brushed his fingers over the freshly made mark once the other was finished with her handiwork. "You know," his voice comes forth rather shaky, "no matter how many times you do that... I always get caught off guard." A clear shade of color taking quickly taking over his features. "It's kinda hot though~."

[chronosbled]

☣ — "My~. That was so generous of you. Don't I just have the best wife in the world~?" WORDS THAT HE MEANT WITH THE FULLEST EXTENT OF HIS HEART. Though he was certain that the other also enjoyed hearing all of the compliments that he would end up throwing her way regardless of her actions.

☣ — In truth, HE NEVER EXPECTED HIMSELF TO BE ONE TO SETTLE DOWN, well... at least not settle down of his own accord (but instead because of his grandfather) anyway. The raven had always been one to put both his job and research before anyone he'd consider a partner, after all it wasn't like those that pursued him were ever actually invested in someone like him but were instead only interested in the wealth he possessed. Thus why he had always kept supposed partners at arms length whenever interacting, giving them just enough attention to keep them satisfied — that way he wouldn't have to worry about their nosy behavior later on. Yet here he had found himself in an entirely different situation, oh so very different. He'd managed to met a woman akin to himself, one that could take care of herself without the need of a man to come and rescue her whenever she so happened to get into any sort of trouble. Hence one of the reasons he had been so keen on making her his and giving himself to her wholly in return.

☣ — SMILE ONLY SEEMS TO GROW WIDER WHEN HEARING THE WAY SHE SOFTLY CHUCKLED. "Really, I don't think any other woman could compare to you. You truly are a cut above the rest in my opinion." Royal blue irises can't help but watch as she takes a seat upon his desk (along with a few of his documents), taking but a few moments to rest upon exposed legs as they crossed over one another in her usual fashion. "Mm, I don't think you have to worry about that, especially given my... circumstances after all. I'll be here for a very long time and make sure to spend all of it with you, my dear~. I wouldn't have it any other way."

            ❛❛     Hmm  …  Who knows  ?  I felt a little merciful this evening.    ❜❜           Each of the words spoken felt a little crueler than the last. A blink of butterfly lashes as the man dedicated it's time to analyze what she had brought to him this time. 

            This woman,  self - made thorns in a blooming rose, now leads an unusual civilian life with her newest companion in one of the bonds that have solidified.  There have been a few times where he would offer himself to prostrate at her knees  ;  this reveration that seemed never ending that felt pure amusement flickered into something else at the passage of time.  That’s how life plays its strings in the most unexpected ways and surely,  keepin’ scores was always her thing — work beguiled certain experience with life that she follows strictly.  It was time to balance things  …  for a little while,  that is.  This melody of casualty led to this moment,  where the fine crystalline glass holding the finest liquor was offered like the finest meat in a silver plate.  Leaning her torso against the desk with countless papers of many different words was merely the first of the first.

          A soft chuckle from scarlet dyed lips was a consequence from the cusp.          ❛❛     You make it sound as if I was the worst woman you’ve ever met,  Dickson. It's a beautiful compliment.     ❜❜           Nimble fingers caressed the contraries skin,  making round circles across in a playful mannerism as she took a seat at the edge of the furniture.          ❛❛     Oh,  I do feel bad about those  …  I had to give you a good one this time,  you know  ?  There is a world of difference between playing and feeling,  darling.  I wouldn’t want you to die and leave me behind.    ❜❜         

[chronosbled]

☣ — SCIENCE AND MEDICINE HAD ALWAYS BEEN HIS CALLING. Dedicating himself to things most didn't understand, either because they weren't smart enough to do such a thing, or simply because they weren't qualified to do so. 'Twas very much a situation that he was in himself when it came to his research. Many deemed his work as unorthodox. Everyone within the science board rejected everything he proposed, all because they didn't agree with the fact he was testing dangerous chemicals together in order to create a process no one else dared to do in their lifetime due to it going against all regulations for safety. It was simply just an excuse to tell him they didn't want any part in his research, that or they just truly couldn't comprehend all of the good his work could accomplish in the world. Hearing those words was enough to annoy him... more so than usual, thus leading him to lock himself away within his laboratory underneath the estate. But it seemed that in doing such a thing, he ended up managing to neglect the beautiful woman that he had left alone with the servants in the estate — something that he hadn't intended to do if he were honest, so perhaps he earned the look of discontentment that he received from the other?

☣ — "Dear, that's not a nice thing to say. I've simply been busy is all." Royal blue irises do their best to keep track of his companion's movement as she begins to circle around him much like a predator with their prey. FLINCH. The metallic sound is enough to make him jump, almost as if he were afraid of the sound in particular. Eyes are slowly drawn to the droplet on the floor. Something he struggles to focus on. Eyebrows furrow, eyes squinting, almost as if he's trying his best to keep his eyes from closing as he was desperately trying to figure out where the other had walked off to due to the fact they were already half-lidded from sheer exhaustion. One would think he was used to this. Never properly sleeping due to the fact he was afraid to close his eyes and relive all of the horrors he'd experienced since his childhood despite the fact his grandfather was no longer around to control him. Hand comes to rest against his forehead, gently tousling his hair once more. "Maybe about a week ago? I promise I didn't mean to neglect you in any sense of the way." His head falls to the side slightly, almost as if he was ashamed of what he had done.

☣ — THERE'S A SMALL SWALLOW THAT REVERBERATES FROM HIS THROAT. Head attempting to lean back ever so slightly. Alas he couldn't see much from his place within the confines of his chair. Eyes are instantly drawn to Crystal's face once she leans forward just enough to keep gaze with his. "I'm sorry, Crystal. I promise that I won't leave you alone again and I'll even come back upstairs with you if you'd like that." Another thick swallow follows the movement of the liquid inside the syringe, earning a somewhat sheepish smile from the raven. "...Please." His voice is almost completely inaudible when he speaks... almost as if pleading. "You can stick it into my forearm, or you could stick it into my neck. Either place works just as good."

            Boredroom beckons curiosity.  An awakening beast that tears from inside,  waiting to be satiated in the spectrum of the deepest things in a human mind as a sacrifice to its yearning,  blazing desires to get out.  To suffocate this wilderness inside everyone is the key to dominating every aspect.  To have certain control of everything.  The clack of heels was the introduction of the woman in the scene,  picking up whatever the man held on his hands fast before the onyx colored hair companion could react further in a fast movement of the wrist.  Amaranthine didn't even observe the scene that unfolded in front of her,  nor did care enough to do so until the focus of peripheral vision could analyze it.  That little vial containing a brilliant dose  …  just like that,  it was like a fleeting emotion the evident thing that did flash past porcelain countenance.  A frown that faced like thunder tearing the sky apart in two,  like a child that has been given a punishment delivered by a deserved consequence  —  this unpleasant feeling growing inside the breast bone turns everything down,  the playfulness vanishes and springtide woman faces another direction.

         ❛❛     You look like hell,  darling.  I don’t think I have to say that.    ❜❜           Shadows linger at her feet and she  encircles him for a moment still with attached observation on the crystalline plastic.  Clank.  A resounding sound almost unheard,  the tackle of nails towards the tip and the only drop that falls on the floor.  Just like a familiar face used to do.  Every time there was a procedure.  Everytime that,  sadly,  the feeling of being nothing more than an experiment crossed the flow of her abysmal mind when at that moment it was nothing more than a little help in the laboratories  …  To reminisce about the past.  To hold memories still intact was sometimes more a curse than a blessing and to hold fragments that cut deeper into the skin without knowing how to place them was exactly the same thing.  From the nostrils a sigh is exhaled,  clearly conveying annoyance.         ❛❛     What was the last time you slept  ?  I think I haven’t seen you in days.    ❜❜           As if everything was still normal, the sugar coated tones continued as always had them been. 

          A few placed steps worked as a well placed interlude.  High heels stopped behind his back.  From vermillion lips a low chuckle smooth like pearls escaped trespassing them.  A lick of them before departing to answer him once more while the torso bent forward to meet his gaze.         ❛❛     I know I am.  Believe me when I say that if you make me more mad this time you won’t enjoy it as much as last time.    ❜❜          A movement of the object grasped by right hand,  making sure the man did see the liquid inside move too.         ❛❛     Now  …  Do I give a caring,  helping hand with this  ?  Or do you prefer me giving it back  ?    ❜❜          

[chronosbled]

☣ — Love was something he had longed for, ever since he was nothing but a child. Often being read stories of fairy-tales with happily ever afters, both by his mother when she was alive and by the maids within his estate.

☣ — His gaze doesn't falter as he shifts himself against the hardened surface of his old wooden desk in order to get a better look at the other, observing closely as she went off to retrieve a bottle of wine from the nearby cabinet. Right hand taking hold of the nearby glass placed upon his desk and holds it ever so slightly outward for her. The way the dark crimson liquid falls from the bottle reminds him of the blood he often spilled for his work, slowly spreading across the clean pavement and leaving behind nothing but a memory of the person it belonged to. Oh... how beautiful it looked without any sort of barrier to keep it confined. Human beings truly were such beautiful creatures both inside and out. "I don't mind if you happen to find your way into them~. It's not like anyone really touches them, considering they used to belong to my grandfather after all." The act of rebellion preformed by the woman of sakura blossom hair had been found to be a extremely attractive trait. "I'd believe it. My grandfather always did have exquisite taste when it came down to his alcohol." The way he popped open bottles with his colleagues showed as much, or at least the act of celebrating did anyway, regardless of whether he actually cared for said people within the room.

☣ — Raising the glass to his lips, he takes a moment to sip at the contents. "I think that a distraction is a wise idea, after all... I've begun to grow quite lonely without your presence to keep me company~."

ㅤㅤIt's a lovely thing,ㅤto see how things change depending on the complexity of them.ㅤNapalm caressing the corners of her heart with sticky sensations,ㅤsetting the spark of anticipation on the upheld future.ㅤ

ㅤㅤA click of high heels towards the floor to announce the movements of the femme as she walks away from the place for some minutes,ㅤfinding a nearby cabinet from which she took the bottle for it to be dragged out to the black haired boy.ㅤA pour of the darken red liquid into his glass until the brim  (  but not quite to make it overflow  ).ㅤThere is no way she cannot pry his skull open to see how the gears inside it work in magnificent ways;ㅤthe woman had long perished the thought of doing so and chose the path of amusement in every choice of his.ㅤFeline irises follows him with the glint of interest still kept alive.ㅤTheir struggling existence has chased them both to find solace in their twisted edges.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIt’s from one of the old cabinets of the upper floors.ㅤThe lock is easy to pick up,ㅤyou should fix that if you want to keep the many bottles intact.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThere is a testify in the joy as the room enraptured the springtide completely at the moment the clip comes up to be part of the hairstyle once more.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤI’ve seen in the internet that it has a really good taste.ㅤIt should be good.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤㅤThe vestiges of the end at her own fingertips,ㅤto be brave in a world of cruelty had left many wits to blossom,  each of the skills in their own unique way.

ㅤㅤWithout further distractions,ㅤthe engloved hand brings close the vase.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou have been too much in whatever you are working on,ㅤbetter to have a little distraction.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤㅤ

[chronosbled]

☣ — "It would only make sense that someone as intelligent as I am would pick only the best possible partner, no? Though the fact that you acknowledge that I'm both handsome and a gentleman, well... I'd have to say that's more than enough to make me happy." Of course hearing such a thing would make his chest swell with pride, a reaction of that caliber was only to be expected of a man when their beloved paid them a compliment of sorts. Everyone enjoyed a boost to one's ego after all, such a thing simply applied tenfold towards men. Really, mankind was such an easy thing to place underneath one's thumb.

☣ — Normally he didn't care much for compliments, especially when he was someone that had often heard the sweet and honeyed words of those that only wanted something from him. Trying their best to flatter him, desperately hoping for some kind of compensation. Some even wanted his special favor, but to gain such a thing from him was almost impossible. "That's right, my dear." There had only ever been one woman aside from Crystal to gain his genuine affections, yet such a thing didn't matter due to the drastic age difference between them and the fact she had been long deceased. "We have all the time in the world, actually. What's better is that there isn't anyone who could ever tear us apart either." It was a declaration that was almost one-hundred percent true given their situation. Of course if an organization such as the BSAA where to make such a discovery, the lives that they were currently living, well... they could surely come to a screeching halt. But for such a thing to even happen was rare, especially when he had Chris Redfield and the others within his squad wrapped around his finger.

☣ — Royal blue irises land upon the glass within the other's grasp, watching silently with a smile present on his features as she continued to take yet another sip of the contents held inside of the delicate object. His head slowly cants to the right side of his body, only allowing his smile to grow wider at his wife's question. "You know that I could never turn down a drink with you~. I'd have to be an absolute fool to do so, after all."

           ❛❛     Of course you have the best wife in the world.  You are such a lucky gentleman,  a handsome one even.     ❜❜         Cue a bright mien in pure authenticity,  lacking the morality of any normal human and still resembling one of the best behaved ones.  Instinct propels a movement of almost rolling the eyes,  toying with the edge of the clothing that made the leathery dress.  Ethereal,  a rose whose thorns are sharper than any blade. 

           Self - made woman weapon,  the words that reverberate into the ear canal and place themselves in honey drenched words from a pleading mouth tingles every fiber of her being.  Carmine mouth curved,  cheshire grin placed in delicate features feline alike.  Where one may see things red,  they would see them in rosé colored shades across veils.           ❛❛     Your little circumstance  …     ❜❜         The phrase dances across the surface of the tongue,  a hum that travels from the depths of the ribcage towards the outside world in a simple sign of the woman getting to understand a few things  …  and still be unsure of what would the world do for them.         ❛❛     We have plenty of time then ~  ! Better to have the most of it all.     ❜❜         A dismissal in a cherish voice that flows from painted lips as the cross of the legs in the position was used to getting more comfortable.  It was an odd idea to be living in such an ideal lifestyle,  despite the plays in the game ;  to partake from do's and don'ts until now.  It was the perception of such a wild,  adventurous woman who wore colors of springtide.

          Fingertips traced the countourn of her own glass,  the smooth glide of them and the lift up of the transparent object so the vision of both crossed between it and the liquor lingering inside was picturesque to say the least.  The woman took a sip,  leaving the sweetness of ripe fruits and bittersweetness to cling at the senses.         ❛❛     Hmmm  …  What if I bring the bottle  ?  Would you drink it with me  ?     ❜❜