#glaciescustodia // columbina

[dutybcrne]

@glaciescustodia said : "Won't you tell me 🎶" , a lingering pause, lithe fingers brushing coal pelt of a stray feline, " what is your fire 🎶, what keeps you going 🎶", weather aside, Inazuma was such a marvel, bountiful with sceneries. Though the mysterious songtress sang, she could tell someone grew closer, mayhaps for the strays and not for her, for she is no one important. (👀 , scoot Columbina towards ur Thoma) 『 👀 || Accepting 』

         Soft whistles accompanied him in the otherwise quiet night, a small container of meat held in hand as he strolled on. With the day's duties complete and himself granted a rare moment of reprieve, he'd intended to relax. Perhaps wander around and take in the beauty of his nation, with a calmer mind. He'd intended that, before the sight of a stray dog had him making the choice to purchase meat for the gentle creature. And then a little extra, remembering a few cats he'd seen awhile back.

         It was in making his way to them, that he'd heard the singing.

         Drawn close enough to hear the gentle voice, his guard and interest alike piqued. Still, he would give no immediate outward indication of either, as he kept his strides constant. Purposeful as they'd been before.

         "Oh. Hello!" At his greeting, he would bow a slight before the other. "Sorry, I didn't realize these little guys already had someone looking after them."

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           ・⊱ He couldn't help the way his wariness seemed to sap right out of him at the mere sound of her voice, even as he'd instinctively try and keep its hold over him. Yet with the way the utterance of his name from her lips, and the blurring glimpses of her through spotty vision when he'd tried to sit up more to greet her...ultimately, he would choose to give up before the feeling of nausea would seize him entirely.

           "Pardon my unsightly appearance," Thoma would finally manage, resisting the urge to groan as his back hit the wall again.

           A prickling feeling of unease thrummed through his body the closer she got. The more her attention would fall upon him, like a gentle veil.

           Shame, perhaps? No, somehow, it felt far more visceral than that.

           He could feel it as her soft, gentle touch would settle upon him, even as he'd let his head loll ever so slightly for her to move as she pleased. So pliantly, without a moment's thought, even with that telltale pinprick of nerves continuing to fester and tingle beneath his skin.

           He was safe now. Safe, so why did he feel-

           "Mngh?!"

           His voice pitched sharply in surprise, body twitching a slight in feeling that soft velvety texture lave so close to the tender skin. Yet he wouldn't immediately wrench back like every instinct said, held right in place by shock, and a hint of burning curiosity at such an action.

           Why would she...why was she-

           "L-Lady L-"

           The more his dazed mind would try and catch up to what she had done, the more he would try and move speak, hold her, look to her and focus, a single, clearer thought would ripple amid the maelstrom of the lot,

           Are you going to devour me?

           And far more startlingly still...

           Please-

           ...why was it now that a very glimmer of what he might dare call desire seemingly found its way through confusion and lingering tension?

Random Asks. // Always Accepting.

@dutybcrne - Thoma let out a shaky breath as he leaned back against the stone wall. It wasn’t all that unusual to get injured in scuffles ( inevitable as they may be, no matter his caution and charisma ), even with his shield. A trivial little scrape or two here, a bruise there—no, what really took the cake this time, it was a nasty blow to the head he hadn’t been prepared for.

Even if he had managed to defeat and leave the vagrants to be apprehended by the doushin, he still felt rather embarrassed by this as he’d stumbled his way out of sight to nurse the mess of an injury.

Head wounds tended to bleed pretty badly as it was, he knew that, but pair that with the way his vision tended to swim a bit…yeah, he’d definitely need to go see a healer soon-

His body tensed, seeing the barest glimmer of movement nearby. Even with his current state, his weapon was gripped tight in hand, ready to lash out should…whatever was out there try and get any closer with ill intent. Or…wait, maybe not whatever, but whoever-

“Wh-who—?”

(*tumbles right into askbox after several hours hdbdb*)

Who, indeed.

Prior to the commotion, Lelyah had been but on a sightsee venture, after a much repose from the lenghty travel between here, upon the Electro Archon's land to where she, herself, did reside.

After all, as much as she simply traverse the world by easier means, she had to look the part and do it the human way; pay for a boat trip. The land of Winter is already in animosity with Inazuma so no need to add more to the fire.

As amusing that would be, there were more pressing matters to take care of....

Like the very sight ahead of her.

''Oh me, oh my'', this spells disaster, no not for him but whoever inflicted harm 'pon her beloved toy.

''Thoma?'', with faux concern washing over the angelic maiden, her advance is swift, swift to lower herself by his side & assess the damages, anywhere of visible atleast.

She dares not pry detail on what it is that went on. No, with the police station being so near, she had a feeling on where to go later, to drown lowly peasants.

It should have been her.

To bleed him, the one before her veiled eyes.

With apparent gentleness, Lelyah takes hold of his face, moving it ever so carefully to get a better look at the head wounds.

She could not care less, of the crimson finding path onto lithe digits. If anything, it intensified the very temptation to cleanse, to taste him.

And taste him she does.

''Hold still''.

She leans closer, as though giving the impression of still assessing injuries done to Thoma's head. Then, the woman dives right in, trailing velvety tongue against cascading crimson rather than recklessly aim at the source.

Its not like she cannot heal others, him most of all.

Sweet was the blood, along a little tart-like texture with the amount of red that stained such handsome visage.

Truly, it added to the beauty that is Thoma.

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@glaciescustodia replied to your post:

flip table, eeeyyyyooooo, Columbina vibe at an injuried Thoma like 👏

[dutybcrne]

@glaciescustodia replied to your post:

Columbina/Lelyah vc: good, now pout for me

!!!

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           ・⊱ A content little hum would fill the air as Thoma happily toiled away. Running a successful quick meeting by the young interim head of the Kujou clan, taking care of several errands, and now wrapping up a nice evening tidy-up after coming back from the market...yes, this was a good day.

           Truly the only thing that could make this day any better, was settling down for a nice warm meal. That, or-

           "Eh–?"

           On instinct, his body had tensed, upon his sight going dark, damn near ready to strike at the other. In hearing her voice however-

           "Lelyah-san...?"

           that tension would vanish just as swift, as a hand moved to gently touch at her wrist.

Silent, on the hunt, she comes swooping down. She moves downward, soundless, light as a very feather before stopping short of the other whomst seemed on cleaning duty.

Lelyah couldn't care less about suddenly showing up on the Kamisato(s) Estate's grounds just like that. After all, at this point, she is hardly a stranger, hardly an intruder.

She sneaks her way forth, from the back, still quite afloat as the woman eventually blocked his eyesight with both hands.

''Guess who'', words an even whisper as she waited for a response.

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