#enmoni

[peachrote]

@enmoni​

“i don’t want to hear that from a guy with mommy issues.”

[heldvisionsarch]

"Teppei do you think I'm pretty? Do you...? You haven't said it and I've been standing on your porch for an hour" - mello

“ one : i think you’re very pretty.  two : you’re gonna get sick if you just keep standing there. three : i was cooking, why did you stand there on my porch instead of just calling me ? ”

[clssrep-arc]

god that block button looks so sexy right now aha,,,

[ineedmora]

  ;   @enmoni​ replied ; What if he just licked your hand? Are you prepared for that?

            And thus; today I learned about another one of Mr. keehl’s rather........ peculiar , ways of showing affection. I confess that it was something I have never experienced before. Fortunately, I had in my possession a prized handkerchief that Madame Ping have once given to me. I am not very knowledgable about Mr keehl’s past, however it is possible that he has troubles recognizing emotions and conveying them in appropiate ways. I appreciated the sentiment, however I wish he could find other ways to express them ... Perhaps with time he’ll learn about Liyue’s customs.

[parfumeuses]

( @enmoni : dainsleif // soft action prompts )

[ CARRIED ] sender notices receiver is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed.

She makes the most of their time together .

Irregular visits with little notice , chance encounters , and best of all , stretches where their paths intertwine long enough to travel together . Manon squeezes affection out of every second of every minute of every hour they share , like oil from citrus rinds . Perhaps the two of them are in cold enfleurage when they ’ re apart ; jasmine blossoms resting someplace cool , pomade accumulating scent like longing .

Like always when Dain stays for dinner , he lingers , invariably to slip away before she wakes the next morning . She put up a valiant fight , but midnight has long passed . Though her eyes can hardly keep open a sliver , and she can ’ t recall what she said a moment ago , she tries to keep the conversation going even as she drifts off . ( Unlike her waking self , it doesn ’ t occur to her to be nervous about the strain of carrying her . )

He has to ( gently ) pry her fingers loose from his shirt as he lays her down . The blanket is all the warmer for the one pulling it up to her chin , unbraiding her hair , massaging her scalp the way she does for him on the rare occasions he falls asleep before her . Then the hands , his presence , draw away .

Half - awake , half in a familiar dream , she reaches out .

“ No , ” fingers catch a starry hem , “ stay . ” In her right mind , Manon couldn ’ t bear being so … demanding . ( So needy . So selfish . ) But she isn ’ t in her right mind , and Dainsleif is leaving again .

“ Please ? ”

[reizor]

🥊  mello and Matt AHA sorry I can not stop

🥊 - a starter where my muse pins yours whilst sparring. ( add + reverse for your muse to pin mine ) The conflictions of interest roused, as ever, the flicker of embers, erupting into raucous commandments. Matt wouldn’t listen, he never did; not when it came to these circumstances of theirs. his skin was a canvas of putrid purple bruising, lacerations that once wept red – now scabbing; he ... was never built for warfare, even his intelligence insufficient juxtaposed to the ingenious Mello and Near. slumped in the derelict make-shift couch, he can but laugh, no amusement dwells within the wavering tonality, rather, surrender. The only thing he could be used for – the only thing he could offer, was this piteous life of his. Even then – maybe that wasn’t enough. irate – the hands that grasp him are bound in leather, lithe and pale ; accentuated by the intermittent flicker of television static. Matt had always felt the resolve of Mello as something almost palpable and yet – he was trembling. Unceremoniously shoving him back into the crumpled leather, strands of blonde veil his expression ; the presumed trembling of his lips – the frantic fear in his eyes.

“ Doesn’t even hurt anymore.” He grumbles, repose found in the curve of mello’s throat, his breath warm and his lips taut. Mello could scream his laments to the heavens but it would always fall upon deaf ears – Matt was a martyr and Mello his religion – he would surrender all if only asked. “ If you tell me n’to come back dead – I won’t.” and it was an oath, a promise pressed chaste to his skin. He was uncertain if he could keep that promise – but if it would quell those fears he would utter them all the same.

[needlcssgone]

✂  Five dead. 

Five lower ranking members in their group, dead because they were seen talking to someone that their group suspected was dangerous. To avoid any information leaks. It was a shame, for those so low in the group. They were all pawns lining up to slaughter at the first misstep. 

It was a a chill night, a steady fog lay low to the ground in the city, the streets lit by the lamps and shop signs. It had rained earlier, puddles of water dotted the ground, reflecting the moonlight in the sky. Doctor Jizabel approached the alleyway, where he intended to confront this person who had caused five deaths in the group. 

He was sent to find out his motives, what he wanted. Was he a threat or not? They had been watching him since the first informant was killed. It could end bloody if things went wrong. Dressed in his doctors coat with a button up shirt underneath, slacks, shoes, glasses, blonde/gray hair tied as a low ponytail, he kept his stride, approaching the other dark figure in the alley. 

One hand in his pocket, fingertips grazing the handle of a scalpel.   “You there. What is your business?” He called out to him, standing firm, making sure he presented himself as unafraid. 

@enmoni​ (mello) 

[innosen]

confrontation time / accepting

@enmoni​​ said: “ i don’t know if you think you’re being strong or protecting me,  but i don’t need you to keep painting on smiles when you’re clearly upset. ” // from mr river dragon spirit haku himself :)

RIGHT    THERE    AND    THEN,    figure    freezes    up    at    the    sudden    remark    from    behind    her.    back    immediately    straightened    as    palms    HALTED    from    wringing    out    the    dampened    wash    cloth.    so    he    noticed    it,    huh    ?    A    SIGH.    

it’ll    be    okay    ,    it’ll    be    okay,    it’ll    be    okay    – words    she    had    told    the    river    dragon    spirit    prior    to    his    FULL    CONSCIOUSNESS    STIRRING.    these    were    constantly    repeated    with    a    forced    small    smile    ,    of    course;    AN    ATTEMPT    to    make    him    believe    that    IT    WILL    BE    OKAY    (    or    was    it    more    for    HER    comfort    if    anything?    )    looks    like    she    played    herself.

the    moment    her    bearings    have    returned,    tiny    fingers    continued    to    twist    on    the    cloth,    discarding    the    remaining    liquid    left    in    it    before    turning    around    and    nearing    the    injured    apprentice    once    more.    in    all    honesty    though,    how    could    she    NOT    be    upset    when    he    was    hurting    and    bleeding    ALL    OVER    ?!    furthermore,    if    the    seal    that    he    got    wasn’t    returned    to    its    rightful    owner,    what    would    happen    to    him?    

there    was    no    doubt    about    how    she    desperately    WANTED    TO    CRY    HER    HEART    OUT    that    very    minute.    fear    definitely    gripped    the    entirety    of    her    soul    and    while    his    words    did    permit    her    to    be    upset    ;    to    weep    as    much    as    she    can    –    SEN    DECIDED    AGAINST    IT.        to    cry    to    her    heart’s    content?    that    was    exactly    what    her    former    self    would    have    done.    NOT    THIS    TIME    AROUND    THOUGH.        her    promise    to    him    was    FAR    STRONGER    than    that!    and    so    instead,    she    settled    for    a    saddened    smile    as    she    placed    the    cool    cloth    upon    his    forehead.    

❛    hey,    i    told    you    i’d    be    braver,    didn’t    i    ?    that    i    wouldn’t    cry    any    more    over    such    silly    things...    ❜    don’t    worry    about    me,    haku.    i’m    ….    okay.    i’ll    get    to    zeniba.    i’ll    return    the    seal    and    then....you’ll    be    better.    (    and    then    i    wouldn’t    be    upset    anymore.    )

[seai]

                       ‘      whew...     alright,    who’s goin’ next?       ‘                                                                   @traghoul @enmoni lets go

[peachrote]

"why do you always ask me so many questions, like goddamn I'm not trying to kidnap you. but i need you to trust me okay, i need you to check and see if this guy is dead because i think i killed him on accident" / mello needs advice near

the slight quirk of their mouth turning downwards is all that gives away near's irritation. does mello always have to drag him away when he's busy with a project? why can't it be one of those times where near is already bored and looking for something to do?

"how do you kill someone on accident?" despite everything, he is morbidly curious. they have a hand in one pocket, playing with an old gum wrapper they neglected to throw out. "...fine. i'll check for you."

[heldvisionsarch]

‘  if  i  love  you ,  is  that  a  fact  or  a  weapon ?  ’ mello and teppei * bites lips *

 teppei twirls his pen in his hand, as he turns his head to look at mello ; the pen drops to the floor clattering against the floorboards. “ i mean, love can be an absolute truth and used as a weapon against others- so why can’t it be both ? ”

@enmoni i lost this meme.

[furtronic]

@enmoni​ said: I literally love you so much

i know <3

[clssrep-arc]

@enmoni said: BYE I THOUGHT YOU BLOCKED ME

the sexual tension between me and that block button *bites lip*

KJHGFDFGHJHGF NO NO I JUST WASNT APEPARING ON ANYONES FOLLOW LIST??? AND THEY DIDNT GET THE NOTIF I FOLLOWED??? and now i remade the blog and it’s possibly the most tear inducing thing i’ve ever done :’)

[ineedmora]

   ;   @enmoni​ said ; How about a little kiss Zhongli  /  𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 .

           ❝ —I believe I may have what you are asking for- ❞  And without waiting any longer, Zhongli begins searching inside one of the pockets of his vest for what he believed the other wanted from him. After a couple of seconds, he finally finds what he’s been searching for ! Opening the palm of his hand, he reveals a small hershey kiss..... One that he proceeds to politely place over the palm of Mello´s hand. He then gives his hand a small pat, this being his way of letting the other know that it was okay for him to keep the chocolate. 

          ❝ May this bring you joy . ❞

[reizor]

matt how does it feel? huh? to be a bottom?

[7thbngr]

@enmoni​​​​​​  devoured:   ❛  you  want  my  help ?  you  need  to  earn  it .  ❜  /  scaramouche  .

laughter  spills  forth  from  behind  painted  lips  abruptly,  harsh  and  venomous,  and  it’s  all  she  can  do  with  gaze  so  endlessly  hollow,  an  abyss  like  no  other,  to  show  amusement  far  more  genuine  than  she’d  oft  be  willing  to  give.  serrated  canines  flash  ‘tween  pale  digits  poised  against  the  curvature  of  her  mouth  as  laughter  simmers  away,  a  trained  habit  of  hers,  faux  politeness  clashing  with  disrespect  she  had  no  qualms  in  giving  (  he  deserved  nothing  less,  for  he  was  merely  a  plaything  she’d  entertain  herself  with  until,  until  /  and  neither  he  nor  any  other  were  owed  her  kindness,  had  she  any  to  give  );  and  she  sighs,  stare  nothing  short  of  haughty,  mocking,  as  she  coos,

❝  oh,  it’s  so  cute  how  you  think  you  call  the  shots  here,  dear  balladeer.   ❞,   heavy  is  the  weight  of  her  words  ‘pon  his  title,  and  it’s  clear  where  her  derision  lies  as  she  circles  him  with  practiced  steps,  tall  and  predatory  as  though  her  words  had  more  significance  than  they  were  worth;  as  if  he  couldn’t  lash  out  at  any  moment  with  a  rage  unlike  any  other,  but  oh  how  she  wanted  him  to.  and  in  that  mere  instance  she  halts  before  him  with  a  sudden  clack  of  her  heels,  a  show  made  of  leaning  down  to  face  him  head  on  with  nails  dragging  carefully  across  the  edges  of  his  hat  offering  nothing  more  than  a  ploy  to  annoy  him  as  much  as  he  had  done  her.

for  it  was  irritating,  really.  help  ?  her,  of  all  harbingers  ?  nothing  was  more  insulting.  she  was  a  weapon  through  'n  through,  refined  and  deadly,  stripped  of  gentility  without  so  much  as  a  choice  in  the  matter;  and  as  it  so  happened,  without  much  of  a  choice  in  the  missions  given  to  her  either  (  had  she  better  standing  with  the  Tsaritsa,  she  might’ve  allowed  herself  the  joy  of  striking  him,  but  alas  !  ),  though  she  highly  doubted  he  wanted  to  be  here  just  as  much  as  she  and  that  thought  alone  settled  restrained  wrath.

❝  there’s  nothing  you  could  give  that  I  don’t  already  have,  it’s  so  adorable  that  you  believe  you’re  anything  more  than  just  a  waste  of  my  time.  ❞,   nail  dips  ‘neath  hat  to  trace  against  the  soft  skin  of  his  cheek  with  a  voice  sickeningly  saccharine,  all  too  aware  of  the  temperamental  nature  of  the  one  before  her.

❝  but  since  you’re  here,  practically  begging  me  to  let  you  help  like  the  dog  you  are,  i’ll  make  you  a  deal.  we  finish  this  dull  fucking  errand,  and  I  won’t  tell  the  Tsaritsa  about  your  flagrant  disregard  for  this  mission,  are  we  understood,  puppy  ?  ❞