#｡･: ☾ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎. 「 in character 」

[miracleheart]

hakuno just staaaares at minato, lets out a little hum of thought, and then crosses her arms. “i.. am a little curious as to what you hide under your bangs there.” translation: she wants to see both of his eyes. she thinks they're very pretty !

cerulean flicker unto the question at hand, brows furrowing ( & silence nearly settling in ! )  it is neither the fault of the inquiry nor who it was, that takes him aback, it is the numinous times of those curious enough to ask  ⸺  truth be told, minato found it intriguing as he did irritating. had it been anyone else, he’d dismiss such query  ⸺  ( yet, his mischievous never fails to kick in )

❛ That’s classified information. ❜

@nulltune ! 

[miracleheart]

.• ☾ ┊    ›   EARPHONES〈  ARISATO MINATO  〉

Minato’s interest in music happened after the death of his parents, using music as a coping mechanism at the age of ten. At first, It’s had been his way to escape from reality & be somewhere where he felt safe. To block out anything that had been upsetting him with music from artists that he enjoyed, over time, he began growing interest in the music industry. Because of it, he found himself listening to music without it only to be used to cope with his problems. He will always have his earphones with him. It’s rare for him not to have them with him ( he carries around his earphones religiously. ) This does also mean that he will bring them into Tartarus & missions as well, not at all an ideal thing to be doing. Since it involves fighting shadows, running around on huge maze-like floors & having to deal with shadows from the full moon.

Needless to say, it’s not a shocker that they will begin being damaged ( despite his best effect on trying to avoid it. ) often time, when they are damaged. he’d attempted to see if he can fix it but when it’s impossible, he will have no other choice but to get a new pair. The type of earphones that he gets ( Audio-Technica model ATH-EM700 SV ) is by no means cheap. & before anyone asks, he refuses to ask Mitsuru for money to buy them. He doesn’t care if Mitsuru’s family is swimming in money, he refuses to ask her for something that could easily be avoided by simply not bringing them into Tartarus or any of the missions.

Therefore, he has to take part-time jobs. Some time working double the shifts to get the amount of money that he needs to not only be able to afford anything that he wants. But to get new equipment for his team from the police station, which does things are not cheap at all too. It’s not easy being a leader but, somebody has to do it.

[miracleheart]

yes, he's brought flowers! starring roses & astroemerias, arranged together in a brilliant tricolor of ruby reds, soft whites, & vivid greens: fresh from a place of eternal love! no special occasion needed.

proximity perishes in a crescendo of eager steps, a perfume of earthy sweetness garnished with the tangle of akira's cologne. & all in a fluid instant, hand greets hand. leads with a rise to his lips that gifts it a kind kiss, light as the smile blooming from behind the curl of minato's fingers.

" let's go out for dinner tonight. my treat. "

( true ending?! )

( & cue the invisible applause ! ) a showing unlike anything of the sort, truly, a phantom of the night  ⸺  accompanied ( of course ) by the radiant bouquet offered to no one but the messiah himself. false god. a destruction to all man-kind. ( & yet, he still managing's to be a flirt of sorts. )  ⸺  colorful array of petals arranged perfectly ! ( crimson red & snowy white, ) a parchment of flower languages that nearly played the part of unfamiliarly at first, it is only further examining that he recollect the language that was once taught to him ( memories they kindled together. )

( passion, desire, true love, & romance. ) the classic ❝ I love you ❞ without words being needed, whispers of passion & a blossom of true love ( a story within a fairy-tale )  ⸺  snicker bubble & spill from soft lips at his choosing, simply, evidently enough, still, he does not dismiss such attempts. as for the other. ( love, strength, support & purity, ) although similar in meaning, purpose wise, were different. wedding bouquet, the sole flowers most would see in weddings. truth be told, it got a tint of pink to settle his pale cheeks. ❛ Akira⸺... ❜ name spoken vocally, an odd development ! ( not one to hold his tongue ) he’d properly voiced his feelings out & yet, found himself at a loss of words.

not only, from the language itself in which he brought  ⸺  the tender exchanged from one’s own action is enough to snap him into reality. LOVE. indeed, a word that sounded senseless  ⸺  what should’ve been buried alongside the childhood that once been robbed from him. ( family,  comrades, lovers ) worthless titles, far from any personal interest of his & yet, that itself changed. lonesome nights turn to lively nights, exchange of hesitation & distrust became nothing more than faded memories.

( ❝ so, this what it’s like to be in love? ❞ )

❛ Not this again... ❜ sharp comment slides, free hand brushing back navy blue locks. ( a near attempt to mask away fragments of a pinkish hues that dot along his cheeks ) an annoyance response, appearing nearly disinterested at the mere idea of such a date & yet...

❛ Mn, alright. ❜ followed with softest sigh, nearly feeling as though he had lost a game that hardly began. ❛ I am hungry so... ❜ 

[miracleheart]

@kurmemini​    ➜   starter call  ➜  happy & minato.

❛ Don’t touch that. ❜ quick in his feet, an expression full of wide-eyes ( surprise ! ) only quickly replaced with annoyance  ⸺  a complete contrast to his calm & collective side. to most, Minato is viewed uncaring & impolite; granted, this case being half-truth  ⸺  it’ll not stop him from reaching his hand out & grabbing another’s wrist. ❛ Happy, ❜ a voice so firm. ❛ Break my lyre, & I’m never forgiving you. ❜

[miracleheart]

              @kurmemini asked:                      ❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜ Happy @ Minato.

for how long has it been since he’s last smile? a smile that seemed generous. neither force nor fake ( one of pure happiness & joy. ) no doubt a good couple of years give or take, perhaps, appearing almost coldhearted to many that have attempted to approach him. truth be told, that never truly was the case when it came to his emotion  ━━  he’s not emotionless like most would’ve thought nor was he a coldhearted wizard, rather, he was terrified. terrified to be close to another, & yet it never stopped Happy from doing what he could to speak with him. ( oddly strange, but there was something charming about it. ) 

it was hard to hold the sharp laughter that escaped his lips at the joke that could’ve been considered passable by most  ━━  a hand quick to comes to push over soft lips of his & masking away his laugher, let alone conceal the smile that had blossomed ‘pon his feature  ━━  for what exactly was Happy trying to achieve by doing this anyway? he wouldn’t know ( & perhaps, that was for the best. ) yet, it far too late. It’s crystal clear he saw it, ( he outright said it after all! ) a slight annoyance, but only a passing one ( it’s nothing worth being frustrated about. ) 

❛ Mhm.. Alright, you win. ❜ granted, it wasn’t like they’ve been playing a game to began with ( a harmless magic trick, that all it was. ) surprising there’s an uncharacteristic lift in his voice despite his words, lighthearted ! that was how it sounded, had this been anyone else he’d would’ve moved on with such playfulness by now ( instead he did the unexpected. )

❛ I want to see it again. ❜ a brief pause, ❛ You like my smile, right? ...If you want to see it again, you’ll have to keep doing that. ❜