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[resonette]

@killerhubby ↻ ♡  (  not accepting.  ) [   now playing . . .  ascensionism, sleep token.   ]

" a shame. " 

she steps over the corpse at her feet, the gun in her hand still radiating with some semblance of true identity, true power, true something. there is evidence in the huntress's eyes that she is not here for a fight, and that this is not a table where children can play at. when she notices that no heads in the room turn too intently or seem to change in any way, she wonders if anyone in this room actually liked the man she just killed dead on the floor, or if everyone here was all too interested in pawning off the death and the aftereffects of what would happen to the upstart's resources on some wayward huntress with a motive as big and complex as her deathwish. she moves from where she was standing towards the back of the room and takes a seat at the table - across the way from the man of the house, seated amongst others who were somewhere on the metaphorical foodchain of way above her yet way below him. the bloodstained soles of her shoes are blissfully stained red, giving the appearance of metaphorical louboutins. were she not on day three of no sleep, she might have found that disgusting.

but she's almost to a breakthrough. and the man she's looking at holds the key, the answer, and the code.

" i really would like to apologize on behalf of your houseguest, " seren speaks fluidly, most likely the first words beyond a polite greeting to anyone all night. " but i want to have it on the record that he pulled his gun on me first. i just happened to be the better shot. if no one else is going to take the time you allowed him to speak, mr. mirage, perhaps i might take the time? i'm happy to wait until everyone else is finished discussing business, of course. i've yet to even introduce myself, after all. "

[ofovertime]

@killerhubby

"Friendly reminder, I do bite-"

[never-surrender]

It had been months upon months since the last time she had drank, and sobriety came relatively smoothly... until last night. Last night had been a shit show of past trauma's drudged up, driving her to a bar to have the drinks she so desperately craved. Mirage wasn't the first man she laid eyes on... but he was the first one that drew her attention. Something about him... she wasn't entirely certain what it was or what called out to the darkness within, but she couldn't keep herself away.

Together they drank the night away, and later? Lay with one another, tangled in his bedsheets once they were sated of one another. This wasn't how Emma normally behaved, granted... but alcohol did things to people, changed who they were.

The next morning? She woke slowly, pressed up firmly against somebody's body. For a blissful moment, she let herself pretend that He was alive... that it was Him...

Too bad reality was such a bitch. Opening her eyes once she came out of the delusion, she sat up quickly, holding the blanket to her bare chest as pale blue eyes fly to the man's form.

"...Fuck."

@killerhubby

[kusatta]

" miri, look ! " the woman triumphantly holds up the seashell, making her way back over towards the other as smile brightens. " this one is still intact, & look at the inside ! " she flips the shell, revealing iridescents. " isn't it so pretty ? it reminds me of your eyes. " she huddles closer, falling into the older's side, looking up at him softly. / @killerhubby.

[incandescentia]

It took them longer than expected to finally finish and get out of the bathroom together, spending more than an hour for a simple warm bath. Nobody could help themselves when the warm steam of the bath simply just added more to the sensuous atmosphere between the pair of touch-starved lovers. Now that she had changed into a more comfortable sleepwear ( of a set of sleeveless shirt and short shorts ),  they were more than ready to finally retreat into their bedchambers — hopefully not being distracted by each other once more.

Well, not when her stomach just reacted with a loud grumbling noise out of all sudden.

“Oh, no!” When the embarrassment and hunger finally hit, she was reminded of something else, earning herself an exasperated palm to the forehead. “Our food — it’s… probably gone cold now.” She wouldn’t blame him for not choosing dinner over dessert, she would likely do the same thing anyway. “I can reheat it if you want, but…” Wouldn’t be as delicious as when it was served warm.

“…Ah!” Then, a sudden impulse of a perfect suggestion came into her like an enlightenment. “Heeeey… Mirage?” Honeyed drawl with a hint of playful folly called out his name, “do you mind if we just… cook instant ramen?” Her request was reminiscent of a little child appealing to their parent to buy them a scoop of ice cream — a bit sudden and childish. “Come on, don’t you just get the urge to eat them once in a while? It's quick to make and tasty, couldn't go wrong with them.” A rather senseless justification, but never wholly unjustified in her logic.

@killerhubby | cont. ( after a few hours maybe... )

[paetal]

send me  ‘ tender touches ‘   and i’ll   generate a number   for my muse’s reaction to yours…  | @killerhubby asked: for sera ♡ number generated: 9. taking mine’s face in their hands

This man sure does have a way of making his heart start to thud wildly in his chest, something that seemed so impossible for him to experience before. His face fits perfectly in the taller males hands, like those hands were made to cup his face and those lips on the other were made to utter flattering words to him ( or made to press against his own lips too for that matter ). This man. He's something else and Seraphin is falling.

❝ Is this the part where you kiss me ? ❞ It felt familiar, like out of one of his novels that did have the rare moments of romance in them ( even the setting felt familiar for where they were and right he had been given the new book Sera was working on before Sera was releasing it to the public so that was why this all was so familiar ). The writer smirks, amethyst eyes surprisingly warm though and full of even more surprising affection. ❝ and confess your undying love to me ? Just like that part in the book ? ❞ the book that the characters he had went and based off himself and the male before him that was holding his face. He bats his eyelashes up at him, awaiting a response.

[wistrea]

it was a fairly simple spell, considering how well practiced it was, to turn a man into a bird and reverse the transformation. she simply waves a hand, and there her beloved stands once again, after she had turned mirage into a raven in the midst of their previous argument. the witch had calmed down now, no longer irked, as she walks over to him and reached up, plucking one of the leftover feathers from his hair.

❛    there we go.    ❜ she said, even if she had even kept him near her amidst her irritation, with him perched on her shoulder. ❛    how did being a raven for a day feel, darling?    ❜

@killerhubby , ♡'d

[quietlyblooms]

@killerhubby liked for something short and sweet!

a wry stretches across her face, and chiyo crosses her arms as she lightheartedly accuses mirage. " you’re just being nice. "

[resonette]

he'll give her everything he's got ♡

(  compatability bingo.  accepting.  ) @killerhubby

" at this rate, i should have made a special bingo just for you, amore mio - " her italian is still haphazard at best, but she's been trying to learn. for him, she should add. (  how hard could it be, really, she thought, moments before realizing exactly how hard it could be.  )  " - but i'm not surprised you clear all my marks. but seeing it in front of me like this is all the more heartwarming. " 

[intcritus]

∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . for sage ♡

❝ ━ Dante, ❞  his name is breathed out, a smile curling twitching at the corners of her mouth as she takes a step back as he stalks toward her. It makes her want to giggle, her heart thumping wildly from adrenaline, charcoal gray twinkles with mirth. It feels silly to feel like prey, but look, it’s not her fault that he chased her around the house for the last ten minutes ( only because she avoided her needy husband and his kisses, he did pout so prettily ). The heel of her foot hits the wall and she doesn’t dare look back, keeping her eyes on him as he closes the distance. His body presses hers into the wall, nose brushing over hers as she grins cheekily, ❝ ━ Oh no, I’m trapped.❞ 

His smirk makes her stomach flip, tongue peeking out to lick her lips and gods, her knees nearly buckle at the hungry look in his eyes. Lips part to say something else but his lips cover hers, licking into her mouth as he presses himself further against her, his thigh slotting between her thighs. Hands slide up his waist, a soft noise in her throat as lashes fluttering shut as he practically devours her.

There’s something about the heat of his body sinking into hers, the way he kisses her turns her brain complete mush and she moans quietly into his mouth, hands grasping the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer. Sage will always adore kissing her husband – all she wants to do is crawl into his skin, letting the world melt around them as she turns to utter putty in his arms.

And she absolutely falls in love all over again at how greedy Dante is, every kiss lingers and lingers until she has no choice but to pull away, breath panting from her lips and he kisses along her jaw, teeth nipping along her throat. Breathless laughter escapes her, one hand combing through his hair, mouth brushing his temple. And the second she’s caught her breath, she guides his mouth back to hers, something soft and tender, ❝ ━I..❞ Several kisses as she smiles against his lips, ❝ ━love…❞ Sage brushes her thighs over his cheeks, kissing his chin before placing a final kiss to his mouth, ❝ ━ you. ❞

when they're both greedy for kisses. | @killerhubby

[kusatta]

" you know . . . i'm not a veterinarian. " a pause, she lets out a small breath before outstretching gloved hands. " alright, wipe that look off your face, i'll see what i can do. " / @killerhubby.

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

Partnerships within the world of organized crime aren't exactly as uncommon as one would imagine. For every gang leader who thinks too highly of themselves—to the point where the idea of siding with one of your contemporaries comes across more as a personal insult, rather than a decent suggestion—you'll find another who is more than happy to make some sort of arrangement between the two of you. That is provided they hold up their end of the bargain.

But ah, such is the way when it comes to the life of a criminal. Friends can turn into enemies one day, enemies become friends the next. It's maddening, isn't it? The thought alone could drive a man to insane levels of paranoia. Though, thankfully, the Boss hasn't succumb to such fears. At least not yet. However, you can't exactly blame the guy for feeling the slightest bit of nerves given his past. Oh how he prays that his third in-flight cocktail helps him regain his composure.

" Note to self; buy Mirage the nicest bottle of booze you can find. "

About a week prior, an incredibly tall, well-dressed man who went by the name of Mirage, had made contact with the Saints; requesting to speak to the Boss in order to offer up an alliance of sorts. Thoroughly impressed by the massive balls on this guy, the Boss let Mirage speak his case. Eventually the two would come to the conclusion that it would be best to discuss the matter further back in Mirage's home base of Naples, Italy. A trip that the Boss was more than ready to take care of himself, until Mirage had surprised him with his very own private jet to pick him up.

It was not lost on the Saint that Mirage was going out of his way to effectively wine and dine his ass. And truth be told, it was absolutely working on him. The level of comfort he felt was unlike anything he's ever experienced before when it came to such dealings. Yet, the ever lingering concern that this was all an elaborate ruse in order to get the jump on him did not seem to go away. It was frustrating to say the least. But he knew it came from somewhere all too real.

Sunbeams — To be played as the plane lands on a private runway at the Naples International Airport

The light from the morning sun had just begun to spread across the city of Naples. It was a gorgeous thing to behold after several hours of heading across the Atlantic with nothing to see. Had Mirage timed this flight in order for the Boss to get the perfect bird's eye view? Can't say for certain. But he for sure wouldn't doubt it.

As the plane finally lands onto the tarmac, the Boss takes a moment to settle down and prepare himself for whatever may come from this meeting. For all he knew, this could either wind up as his first large scale gang war outside of the United States, or be the start of a strong, powerful, and very dangerous alliance.

To say he wasn't just the slightest bit excited about either outcome would be a complete and utter lie.

" Good morning! It's great to finally see you again. "

@killerhubby

[b0kksu]

       The palatable taste of limbo, the body is not yet ready, like an offering that must be made there he remains in a state of stasis. A pale visage, merely but a wisp that moves about && there are times the lingering of a gaze can be seen, perfect blue - it’s hard to distinguish from the dreaminess of the clear skies. There’s an ungodly sweetness in front of him, sparkling gaze with a warm devilish smile, “You don’t have to scream to speak with me” boyish, bubblegum pink lips glossed && stained from strawberry syrup - his favorite. In every life, like the last, some vices were purely innocent, torment or remembrance may be his wicked indulgence.

     A form that changes, in vivid white, robes of teal with dragonflies embellished cloak his effigy, though he sits there, modern in style. Cropped hair, cherry red glasses, long legs crossed && gold upon elongated digits, painted pastel blue - gaudy, old, decadently rich. “How many times does this make it now?, @killerhubby” he scoops a large bite of the vanilla ice cream, licking the tip of his thumb, one eye remains closed && the rest manifest to watch the other - six in total, all wishing to know the truth, deception was never an option. “Old friend” the lilt in his voice becomes sharper, stern, a touch that was void of the sun && cool against the flesh, familiar with the scent of ginger && lychee, familiar like an embrace from one that no longer existed.

          “It’s not fair, you’re always one step ahead of me, born again && without a pulse. You shouldn’t meet old souls in places like this, didn’t I tell you before?”  

[shrapnelsong]

@killerhubby asked for a [ forced proximity ] prompt ❛　you can't get rid of me that easily.　❜

It took her turning down the smooth jazz she'd been listening to in order to confirm that someone was indeed knocking on her door. Setting the knife down, Alice wiped her hands on the little towel hanging from her apron's pocket and made her way to the entrance to see who it was.

The sight of Mirage standing there had her smiling instantly, but his joking accusation drew a theatrical gasp from her. "I would never!" Delicately placing a hand to her chest to sell the incredulity, she giggled and ushered him inside.

"You came at the perfect time!" She was wondering, though. Couldn't help the worry at the back of her head that ran wild with all the possibilities for him showing up unannounced. But regardless of what it was, she would make good use of his presence.

"I can't handle spicy food, but I promised a coworker I would make them spicy kare korokke." Guiding him towards the kitchen, she showed him the different plates with beautiful, golden brown, fluffy croquettes. Picking up her chopsticks, she broke off a piece from one of the spicy ones and blew off the rising steam for a second before holding it to his lips. "Taste it for me, please~?"

[paetal]

send me  ‘ tender touches ‘   and i’ll   generate a number   for my muse’s reaction to yours…  | @killerhubby asked: tender touches for love number generated: 10. running fingers through mine’s hair.

It's moments like these that make him feel the overflowing amounts of love that the other has to give to him. His head in the other males lap, his gaze focused on whatever movie had come on now, his form curled up in a fuzzy blanket ( and then those fingers running through his hair suddenly ). He shifts so he can look up and smile at Dante. He knows Dante likes his hair longer, he caught onto that quickly ( he knows he likes running his fingers through it any chance he gets ).

❝ I'm starting to think that my hair might be your favorite thing about me. ❞ he doesn't mind it in the slightest if that is the case though, he just wants to tease Dante a little ( he has his moments where he wants to be playful and teasing like this moment ). His expression softens further and he smiles such a wide smile up at Dante, a blinding smile as if it has decided to be as bright as the sun itself. ❝ I don't mind if that is the case. It's cute how much you like my hair and it's nice to feel your fingers running through it. ❞ Sometimes it even helps him to fall asleep, just the constant feeling of those fingers running through those dark locks of his has a way of lulling him to sleep.

❝ I love you. ❞ He can't help but say it in this moment, where his heart feels too full of love and his cheeks are hurting from smiling so much in this very moment.

[wistrea]

he's pouting under the mask because he wishes he got them all.

even before mirage had finished, kira was already tilting his mask up just enough so that she could find him, capturing him in a sweet kiss. ❛    don't pout, my love. you should look a little more smug with how many you'd gotten.    ❜ she teases, whispering the words against his lips as she smiled. ❛    the one is unimportant. not when every beat of my heart adores you.    ❜