#bluebladeofjustice

[betrayedhomra]

Reisi had no reservations about approaching Saruhiko when he saw him that day. He walked up without a word and slid his arm around Saruhiko's waist, pulling him close against him as he leaned in to his ear. "Happy birthday, love." He whispered, bringing his free hand up to present a small black box with a simple blue bow on it. //don't know if this sent before -- it's the one you picked out for him ^^

Fushimi had expected nothing to happen today or more accurately he had hoped nothing would happen. He didn’t want to celebrate his birthday in any shape or form, even convincing himself that his lover the Blue King had completely forgotten about what today actually meant, not that he cared too much about the thought of Munakata forgetting. 

Yet when his lover approached with his usual confidant manner, Fushimi’s body accepted that silent embrace his form moulding effortlessly against that larger body but before he could question the context of this greeting those words were whispered into his ear. What caught this attention the most was that one word of love, it was more then welcomed but also embarrassing. Yet, as much as he wanted to deny it the Third was also happy to hear his King, his Munakata hadn’t forgotten his birthday after all. 

A tiny little peck of his lips pressed themselves to a cheek before catching sight of that little black box and blue bow "What’s that?". A hand brought itself up to touch it, velvet fabric greeted his finger tips before taking his present out of that hand. “You’ve gone and made my birthday present look shit compared to this haven’t-“ 

Words cut themselves off within his throat as he flicked the lid open. Sitting boldly against more black velvet sat a ring of stunning silver accompanied with vibrant sapphire stones that ran along the entire width of its thick but beautiful band. Speechless. Fushimi was utterly speechless with eyes of a similar colour to those stones a little wider in an expression of subtle shock. 

[homrazoo]

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"In all honesty I’m afraid to find out what a present from you would be like." //whispers my reisi is a lonely bitch rn

Oh Reisi baby no let me love you

"Oh? You doubt I'd get you something genuinely nice? I'm offended. Fine, I'll just return it then."

[whimsicalhobbiest]

blue-blade-of-justice

send me a (≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ for my character’s reaction to yours crawling into bed with them.

The shifting of the bed wasn’t what initially brought Reisi from his slumber, but more rather the faint warmth that was suddenly next to him. His eyes fluttered open, the tendrils of sleep keeping them from opening too wide. He made a small noise — of what he wasn’t sure — and inclined his head toward the new body, the indistinct yet prominent warmth prompting his eyes to close again in contentment. It wasn’t exactly often he was warm when he slept, after all.

It hadn't taken him long to approach the mans house, and it took even less time to make his way in- if anyone asked, he'd deny it was through illegal means. Totsuka just had the strange desire to see the man. To be near him for a few moments.... It hadn't been his intentions to climb into the bed with him, to settle down and curl up into the chilled side. Reisi released a sound, something even the brunette wasn't sure what it was, but it caused him to chuckle softly. 

He'd leave before the man woke.... Just a little longer. Maybe he could warm Reisi up just a little bit more.

[ustrinx]

"Mikoto~" Reisi slipped his arms around the other from behind, face coming to lightly nuzzle the redhead's cheek. "Happy birthday." He murmured lovingly, squeezing the older man in a brief hug. "I've a special gift for you today. But it requires movement. Can you handle that?" He teased lightly. //idk if you'll be on to get this but it's here~

                     Amber optics lazily shift to scrutinize the perpetrator of such intimate, physical contact. Once a proper view is granted of the bespectacled male, shoulders gradually and nearly imperceptibly relax into the other's frame. Silence hangs in the air for brief moments as a cigarette is shifted towards a corner of chapped lips. He smiles, though perhaps as imperceptible as his relaxation. Oculars glow like that of a soft fire, amusement fueling metaphorical flames from the just as nonexistent back, though it seems reality enough. "'Course I can. We goin' for a jog or somethin'?" Mikoto replies with light humor, feigning innocence.

[irresolutus]

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;send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

         "What happened to your face?" Seri's voice wasn't quite like it's usual dignified and proper one; this voice sounded weaker and more strained, as if it could falter or crack at any given time in her speech. "Captain--"

         It was quite un-characteristic of her to be worried, especially for a man who always seemed to be capable of taking care of himself, but it was undeniable that she still owed her loyalty to him. It was, as any worthy clansman might say, up to the sovereign's subjects to take care of him, as he might for them. Despite the fact that Seri never wanted to make herself out as the weak man in a situation by showing too much emotion and compassion, it was probably given that she might overreact to her leader being injured -- whether in-action or not.

         And so, when he had caught her sight in a messy state, it was her first instinct to check up on him -- to make sure that the mark appearing to be some sort of wound on his head wasn't terribly harming him.

[betrayedhomra]

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"Sleeping like this might just piss him off" 

[whimsicalhobbiest]

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Send me a (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ to get a hug, a kiss, or a slap, depending on what my muse thinks you deserve.

Reisi tilted his head slightly in contemplation, having a difficult time deciding which would be acceptable. Eventually, he raised a hand to gently cup the boy’s face, and he brought him closer. Though at the last second he changed his mind and instead brought him into a hug, sliding his other arm around Totsuka’s shoulders. But then he placed a light kiss on that head of light hair. It seemed he really couldn't decide.

Brown eyes watched the actions of the young man before him, silently waiting for whatever was about to happen. At first, when the man placed his hand to rest  gently against his cheek, cupping his face, Totsuka thought he was about to receive a kiss. But that thought was quickly proven into disappoint when he was pulled into a hug instead. And yet... There it was. The barest of kisses against the top of his head. 

"Muna-chan.... You need to figure out what it is exactly you want."

[ustrinx]

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Send me “Ruffle” For my muses reaction to your muse randomly coming up and running their fingers through mines hair.

           Mikoto was seated upon the other's couch, arm lain on the top of the backrest. It had been a while since his last visitation. It had been meant sooner, of course, though certain matters had prevented another visit. Besides, it wasn't as if the world were to end if he remained out of contact for a few days. It was upon Reisi approaching him and ruffling his hair his brows furrowed in confusion, for it hadn't been anticipated and he had concluded a lecture would have been the course of action taken.

[suave-red-blog]

MY MUNAKATA HAREM IS ALMOST COMPLETE

[betrayedhomra]

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"Stop taking all the room up dammit" 

[homrazoo]

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Send me a ▓ to see how I, the MUN, would react to meeting your character in person.

[whimsicalhobbiest]

haha yeah you're gettin' some as payback ● ★ ◆

● Admit to three guilty pleasures and/or embarrassing facts about yourself

One guilty pleasure of mine is singing to other people.

I get embarrassed over the smallest things yet I’m sexual-ish.

Chocolate has the potential to make me sick (slight allergy to it) yet I indulge every chance I get.

★ During your time with your muse, what has been your favourite thread?

Well I actually haven’t been able to do that many threads with people… So it’s a mixup between you, the-fallen-monarch, and kiirotheduck.

◆ If you had been born into your muse’s world, who would you be and what sort of life would you have?

I can actually relate to Totsuka very well. But at the same time I also relate to Fushimi. So I’d probably be one of those back ground characters that’s a mix up of Totsuka’s and Fushimi’s personality.

My life would probably end up the same as it is now to be honest.

[ustrinx]

₩ woo round #2

Send me a ‘₩’ for my muse’s reaction of yours dumping a bucket of water on them.

[juvenilexlion]

blue-blade-of-justice:

It’d been a while since the two had even talked; things had grown distant through the span of high school. Reisi wasn’t all too pleased with this. He missed his old friend — that much was evident. But the manner in which he wished to reconcile their friendship had him worried.

Was it too much?

Too late to decide now — Mikoto was only a few strides away. Reisi took those strides before he could further second-guess himself, though he suddenly found it rather difficult to move upon befalling the other’s gaze. Thinking it best to simply avoid eye contact for now, Reisi looked off to the side, extending the hand in which a delicately preserved blue rose was held. He was conflicted between hoping its meaning would get across clearly and dreading the possibility that its meaning would be delved too far into.

        Another typical day. So boring. Nothing interesting seemed to ever go on; even the many idiots who try to pick a fight with him was enough to keep him occupied. Not that he purposely went out to find trouble, but for whatever reason, it never failed to find him.

        It was hot, as it had been for the past few days. But that was to be expected during the summer weather. At least classes were on hold until the season was over. He walked down the path, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. Izumo was off with his grandfather doing something and Totsuka... Well, he forgot what he was doing today, but he was just as unavailable.

        However, when a familiar face came into sight, he paused in his step. Brows arched in question, head tilting to the side. " Hah? " A look of question fell on the flower presented to him, though the meaning seemed to fly over his head completely. " What's this for? " 

[betrayedhomra]

blue-blade-of-justice:

Reisi looked up at the unexpected entry, and felt a pang of embarrassment at having been overheard. But it wasn’t as if he’d had anything to hide — he wasn’t going to keep his emotions secret and he hoped Saruhiko wouldn’t either, but perhaps that was asking a bit too much. Saruhiko was naturally reclusive and didn’t share easily. But Reisi had hope that he would become important enough to his precious raven to be an exception.

"I agree, Saruhiko." He said, feeling an odd satisfaction at using the younger’s first name. It felt much more personal, despite his affectionate honourifics.

So he embarrassed the royal without intention. That was an unexpected bonus of this situation at least. Walking over to the desk before him, he helped himself to a seat on it, ignoring the fact he might ruin the incomplete puzzle lying across it and continued to stare at the older blue rather seriously. His own expression was the one he usually wore, a serious one that didn't give a single thought away, but he tried so hard to fight back the blush that threatened to darken his pale skin. "I want to hear everything you just said again, I want to know exactly what you meant by it all" 

Yet as his words were spoken his eyes lowered again before he turned his ahead away to glance out of a window instead. It was so difficult to keep staring at that handsome expression while his own heart had started to race deep within his chest. Fushimi had his own things to share but he wanted to hear what his lover thought first. "I also want to know what my position is with you, I'm just your subordinate with benefits right?"