#sunbcrned ; tomoe

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​ ;

❛❛  —Of course I'm jealous, Marco!  ❜❜ Tomoe exclaims all too suddenly when jokingly accused of it. She's looking him dead in the eyes, visibly upset—pouting, even.  ❛❛  as charming and handsome as you are, it's no wonder they are always magically getting sick and making appointments to see the doctor all the time!  ❜❜ referring to his patients of the more... feminine shaped. One in particular never went unnoticed under his lady's sharp gaze.  ❛❛  they don't call it women's intuition for nothing, you know... And mine is hardly ever wrong.  ❜❜  she turns away with both arms crossed tightly against her chest. she was practically surrounded by an aura of flames at this point.

         ONE  WOULD  THINK,  by  now  the  phoenix  would  have  grown  accustomed  to  his  lady  love’s  honesty  but  still  her  words  confessing,  all  too  sincerely,  of  her  jealousy  still  manage  to  catch  him  off  guard,  in  a  good  way,  as  he  would  have  to  bite  back  the  grin  threatening  to  slip  upon  plump  lips  

         —  but  who  could  blame  Marco  really?  Any  man  would  feel  proud  to  hear  the  woman  of  his  dreams  proclaim  him  charming  and  handsome  in  one  breath,  despite  how  infuriated  she,  herself,  may  seem  about  such.  

         Tomoe  turns  away  with  a  fire  perhaps  even  brighter  than  his  own,  but  the  phoenix  isn’t  one  to  fear  the  burn  or  the  flames,  hence  despite  her  attempt  to  walk  away,  his  strong  arms  reach  out  for  her,  pulling  her  right  back  into  his  hold  in  a  swift  and  reassuring  manner.  

         ❝And  just  where  do  you  think  you’re  going,  baby  girl-yoi?❞  he  asks  softly,  the  smile  upon  his  lips  both  playful  and  fond  alike.  ❝If  I  am,  as  charming  and  handsome  as  you  say,  then  surely,  you  can  not  leave  me  here  unattended-yoi?❞

[sylvva]

@sunbcrned said :

🕯️ cam + izo abt tomoe + ace pls

meme // accepting

❀ 𓏬 Camilla has had a limited amount of contact with Tomoe but every time they do meet it is lovely. To her, Tomoe is someone to admire. Classy, beautiful, strong, and a bubbly personality to match. On top of that, she knows how much Rosa cares for her, and Rosa's opinion is one Camilla values. A bestie of a bestie is a friend indeed.

He will never hear it, but Camilla loves Ace. He is a great older brother character when he wants to be. He sees a side of her she doesn't give many people. She is usually too polite to give others the attitude she gives him, but that is only because she feels rather comfortable around him to do so. She can get on his case about a lot of things but she knows he has good intentions in the end of the day.

♞ 𓏬 Izo thinks Tomoe is very similar to his real sister, and tends to view her as much. He feels a bit protective of her, although tries to minimize it to not seem over bearing or meddling. Her presence gives him a sort of comfort, having another person from Wano on the crew. In general he thinks she is a very capable woman.

Ace is a special soul. Even without his fire, Izo finds him to shine bright. There is something contagious about his smile. The spot of second commander suits Ace, he has a lot of potential, and as someone who has been in the crew for twenty years, it is very apparent how strong of a character Ace is. Might even go as far to say he sees a bit of Oden in him.

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Some ladies

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​ ; — [ A SEAFARER’S AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS ] 

“  i’m trying to prove i have love in my heart ” ( marmoe post-confession )

         HOW  ABSURD  he  deems  her  proclamation,  or  rather  her  attempt  to  prove  something  he  never,  not  once,  not  for  a  single  moment  held  any  doubt  about.  The  problem  does  not  persist  in  the  lack  of  love  in  her  heart  rather  the  abundance  of  it  he  does  not  deem  himself  worthy  of  in  the  slightest.  

         How  can  he  ever  doubt  it  when  it  is  her  own  heart  that  has  caused  his  in  return  to  flutter  and  experience  love,  the  deep  once  in  a  lifetime  romance  kind  of  love,  for  the  first  time  in  his  vastly  experienced  life?  A  pained  expression  is  evident  upon  her  division  commander’s  features  despite  all  attempts  to  maintain  his  calm  composure  in  the  presence  of  the  heart  he  has  broken  but  it  is  not  for  the  reasons  he  has  misguided  her  into  believing.  

         ❝I  know...  I  know  you  do-yoi❞  is  his  simple  attempt  at  reassurance,  because  despite  all  the  damage  he  has  caused,  he  can  not  live  with  himself  knowing  he  has  caused  her  to  doubt  her  own  heart  due  to  his  shortcomings.  

          ❝Tomoe..  you  have  the  most  loving  heart  I’ve  ever  known..❞  his  words  are  true  and  sincere  and  he  hopes,  this  once,  even  after  everything,  she  can  believe  him.  ❝Please,  believe  me  when  I  say  that  it  was  never  the  problem-yoi❞  She  isn’t  the  problem,  he  is.  He  is.  He  is.

         He  turns  away,  sadness  within  ocean  hues  as  he  adds.  ❝Don’t  waste  all  this  love  in  your  heart  on  me-yoi..❞  I  don’t  deserve  it.  I  never  will.  

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​ ; baby girl

tugs on the hand that threatened to slip out of bed. ❛❛  ........mm-not yet.....  ❜❜ a sleepy moan. it's a winter morning and selfishly she desired the warmth of her phoenix.

         THE  GENTLE  TUG  OF  HIS  LADY  is  more  than  enough  to  have  the  phoenix  rolling  back  in  bed,  any  plans  to  greet  another  productive  day  instantly  forgotten  the  moment  her  request  is  voiced  —  truly,  she  has  him  wrapped  around  her  little  finger.

         ❝Hmm,  it’s  not  like  you  to  be  so  lazy  in  the  morning-yoi~❞  he  dares  tease  the  beauty  a  little,  knowing  she’s  often  the  first  to  rise  among  them,  however  despite  his  words,  he  wastes  little  to  no  time  in  pulling  her  curvaceous  frame  tight  against  his  bare  chest.  ❝I  got  you,  baby-yoi❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​ ; pools of red dive inside oceanic blue, and for a moment the lotus can't think; much less remember to breathe. Something was spoken but she was far too mesmerized to so much as concentrate on the orders given by her division commander.

         SPARKLING  CRIMSON  snatch  the  air  from  the  phoenix’s  lungs  with  but  a  single  look  —  her  gaze  so  seemingly  soft  and  loving,  or  is  it  his  own  imagination  and  wishful  thinking  prompting  such  thoughts,  yet  when  she  looks  at  him  like  this,  as  though  he  is  her  entire  world,  he  feels  invincible  and  his  own  world  eases  into  a  serene  halt.

         Time  stops,  the  commander  momentarily  forgetting  prior  words  of  command  slipping  his  lips  as  all  he  can  focus  on  right  now  are  the  beauty  before  him  and  her  own  pair  of  crimson  painted  lips  —  so  soft..  so  kissable.  

         Before  he  can  so  much  as  rationalize  his  desire,  Marco  finds  himself  subconsciously  leaning  in,  a  magnetic  force  of  nature  drawing  his  own  pair  of  blue  deeper  into  her  contrasting  red,  and  when  the  intensity  of  the  magnetic  field  becomes  too  much  for  his  heart  to  bear,  his  lids  come  to  a  slow  close,  their  lips  a  mere  inch  apart.

         ❝Commander!❞  an  external  voice  startles  him,  breaking  the  magnetic  attraction  and  forcing  him  to  repel  as  far  away  from  the  beauty  as  possible.  He  doesn’t  hear  the  question  to  follow  from  their  comrade,  mind  too  blurry  in  a  daze  and  ocean  hues  as  cold  as  winter  turning  to  glare  said  intruder.

         In  this  moment,  he  can’t  quite  decide  if  he  feels  grateful  or  bitter  for  the  interruption.

         ❝Tomoe,  you  should  lead  the  team  from  the  west.  I’ll  take  the  east-yoi❞  he  states  with  an  authoritative  tone  of  finality,  a  drastic  sudden  change  of  plan  differing  from  his  initial  order  requesting  she  remain  close  behind,  yet  the  phoenix  can  not  trust  himself  in  her  presence  after  his  near  slip.  

         With  his  command  given,  the  commander  takes  it  upon  himself  to  urgently  leave  the  room  —  his  back  against  the  wall,  a  hand  lifts,  clenching  white  fabric  over  a  frantically  palpitating  heart  until  it  is  but  a  wrinkled  mess.  A  single  button  falls,  loosened  by  the  strength  applied.  A  grown  man  and  not  his  first  kiss  by  far  yet  how  can  she  with  a  single  glance  achieve  what  others  couldn’t  come  close  to  with  so  much  more?  Why  can’t  he  calm  the  vessel  aching  to  leap  out  of  his  chest  —  aching  for  her. 

         Healing  flames  of  blue  dance  upon  his  torso  in  vain  yet  desperate  attempt  to  cure  the  restlessness  but  never  before  has  he  known  a  rush  so  intense  —  there  is  no  cure  to  this  —  no  cure  from  her..  yet  still  he  wonders,  

         Will  her  lips  have  been  as  soft  as  they  seem?  —  Her  taste  as  sweet  as  the  fresh  scent  she  often  fills  his  office  with?  

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​ ; tomoe

the azure fireplace only adds color to curvaceous porcelain inside a silk robe of red that now kneels before the doctor she had seated upon the couch after yet another tiring work day. for once, rather than suffocate with buttons, she is quick to undo the rest of his shirt; a sense of freedom she grants after once learning long ago it was all too important to her phoenix.

Cherry lips claim the crook of his neck whilst manicured digits roam his chest freely. there are moments of passion between their hungry lips before there is an accidental linger of her hand far below his stomach. And what had briefly rested in place, immediately retreats in mere embarrassment once realization hits.

( marmoe )

         CURVACEOUS  PORCCELAIN  EVER  SO  ALLURING  in  the  azure  glow  of  the  room  presents  itself  before  the  phoenix,  and  even  with  the  silk  robe  of  red  covering  her,  his  beautiful  flower  manages  to  take  his  breath  away.  Buttons  so  quickly  she  undoes  and  a  smirk  paints  his  lips,  pleased  by  his  love’s  display  of  desire  today  and  he  melts  beneath  her  touch,  relaxing  as  she  roams  a  muscled  set  of  abs  freely.  

         Their  lips  meet,  passionately  and  he  can’t  resist  pulling  her  closer  and  closer  against  himself,  craving  to  close  the  infinitesimal  space  between  them.  His  digits  ever  so  attentive  trace  along  her  smooth  thigh,  tenderly  at  first  but  then  grip  more  fiercely  to  hook  it  around  his  own  figure  once  the  moment  grows  more  heated.

         The  phoenix  is  all  too  aware  of  the  lingering  touch  below  his  stomach,  one  he  doesn’t  realize  is  merely  accidental  and  hence  prompts  a  hitch  in  his  breath  in  anticipation  as  his  lady  love  grows  bolder  with  every  passing  day  —  but  then  she  retreats  and  he  lets  out  a  breath  he  doesn’t  realize  he’s  been  holding,  albeit  feels  too  cold  now  deprived  of  the  warmth  of  her  touch.

         Ocean  hues  take  a  moment  to  study  his  love,  notice  the  shy  embarrassment  he’s  learned  to  recognize  all  too  well  before  taking  the  now  retreated  hand  into  his  own.  He  guides  her  touch  along  his  own  skin  and  back  to  where  it  lingered  before,  slowly  and  gently  so  as  to  give  her  room  to  retreat  again  if  she  doesn’t  like  it,  while  his  own  gaze  and  actions  let  it  be  known  he  craves  her  affection.  

         ❝You  don’t  have  to  pull  away-yoi..❞  he  reassures  her.  ❝I’m  yours,  baby  girl-yoi  —❞  and  just  as  he  vows  himself  to  her,  there’s  no  denying  she  also  is  his,  hence  the  daring  touch  now  tugging  at  the  belt  holding  her  robe  together.  His  gaze  intense  as  it  meets  hers,  full  of  love  and  lust  alike  for  the  beauty.  

         He  pauses,  seemingly  silently  asking  permission  but  is  merely  teasing  her  as  he  anticipates  seeing  her  try  to  take  further  initiative.  

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​ ; tomoe

tomoe agrees with him tbh

her baby is still cute uwu

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         ❝You  think  so?❞  A  vivid  coloring  of  the  old  man’s  cheeks  and  a  wide  grin  to  match  his  happy  expression  —  if  she  thinks  so,  that’s  all  that  counts  but  when  she’s  so  sweet,  he  can’t  help  take  her  in  his  arms.  ❝Not  as  cute  as  my  baby  girl-yoi~❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​

tomoe vc: i love yoU

         THREE  WORDS  CONFIRMING  what  he  has  so  confidently  declared,  prompt  his  smile  to  only  widen  and  he  can’t  help  but  pull  her  into  his  loving  embrace.  ❝I  can’t  wait  to  marry  you,  baby-yoi~❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​ ; tomoe

❛❛ Did you.. ever plan to return there? ❜❜ to visit her in wano, that is.

( pre-timeskip marmoe )

         A  QUESTION  UNLOCKING  regrets  lasting  two  decades  long;  while  his  feelings  for  the  lotus  differed  vastly  back  then,  viewing  her  as  no  more  than  a  little  sister  or  a  friend  as  opposed  to  the  way  his  heartbeat  quickens  now  at  her  mere  proximity,  he  still  despises  the  manner  in  which  he  left  her  so  abruptly  behind  —  no  promises  made,  no  goodbyes  spoken.

         ❝I  did..❞  he  admits  honestly.  ❝—but  I  wasn’t  strong  enough..  not  yet,  not  on  my  own-yoi  —  ❞  just  like  Ace,  their  father  wouldn’t  permit  him  to  go  and  he  himself  knew  the  causalities  would  be  far  too  much  to  risk  so  much  as  even  asking  permission;  he  needed  to  think  of  his  family  and  protect  them...  so  he  waited  and  waited  until  the  little  flower  from  back  then  blossomed  into  a  lotus  and  found  him  herself.  

         ❝I  guess  you  were  the  stronger  one  among  us-yoi❞  

[lunalyt]

          MORE  OFTEN  THAN  NOT  DID  SHE  FEEL  LONESOME  without  the  intimate  touch  of  her  beloved.  If  by  chance,  even  a  week  or  so  happens  to  pass  without  her  phoenix  initiating  passionate  expressions  of  love,  his  lotus  becomes  quite  antsy  with  quiet  longing  and  insecurity;  quite  anxious  as  she  feels  both  separated  and  undesired.  They  hadn’t  been  intimate  for  very  long,  thus  she  was  not  yet  used  to  expressing  any  such  desire  as  she  was  still  very  much  new  to  it.  Herself  feeling  far  too  embarrassed  to  initiate  such  so  openly  without  his  lead,  rather  preferring  Marco  to  intuitively  pick  up  on  such  cues,  if  not  do  so  on  his  own.

          He  hadn’t  tired  of  her  already,  had  he?  Had  he  already  become  bored  now  that  she’d  been  deflowered?  Though  entirely  unprompted,  Tomoe  would  fixate  on  such  questions  endlessly  due  to  her  own  insecurities.  She… Wasn’t  bad  at  the  act  too,  was  she?  ❛❛  Marco..  ❜❜  A  quiet  murmur  is  sounded  in  front  of  the  fireplace.  Although  the  wintery  blizzard  outside  couldn’t  so  much  as  reach  them  beneath  the  safety  of  their  shared  blanket  and  the  warmth  of  his  azure  flames –  still,  she  was  quivering  with  nerves  at  this  very  moment  –  And  who  could  blame  her?  Now  mustering  the  courage  to  convey  her  desire  for  only  him,  Tomoe  kneels  before  the  phoenix  with  the  glow  of  azure  behind  her.  Both  eyes  shyly  casting  to  one  side  whilst  she  slowly  undresses  herself  before  her  beloved,  allowing  traditional  garments  to  drop  to  the  floor.

          ❛❛  Do  you…  still  find  me  attractive?  ❜❜  Crimson  hues  then  bravely  return  to  greet  his  aqua  gaze  before  boldly  taking  his  hand  into  her  own,  guiding  amber  along  the  entirety  of  her  bare,  hourglass  figure.  She  pauses  as  he  slides  below  her  flat  stomach  before  returning  up  again,  allowing  his  palm  to  rest  upon  the  softness  of  her  chest  –  Maybe  then  he’d  feel  the  rapid  speed  of  her  heart.   ❛❛  We  haven’t…  in  a  while.  ❜❜  she  could  only  hope  he  could  fill  in  the  blanks  of  what  she  was  all  too  shy  to  voice.  ❛❛  And  I…  want  to  feel  you  again.  ❜❜

         THE  SAFETY  AND  WARMTH  OF  A  HOME  they  built  together,  and  his  lady  love  in  his  arms  —  nothing  can  ever  seem  more  perfect  to  the  phoenix  as  he  wouldn’t  trade  this  serenity  for  anything  in  the  world,  but  it  seems  opposed  to  his  idea  of  a  lazy  evening,  his  lotus  has  other  ideas  tonight.  

         A  soft  murmur  beckons  for  his  attention  and  his  reply  is  voiced  in  the  form  of  a  quiet  hum,  granting  her  his  full  attention,  however  as  a  weight  shifts  from  his  side  and  he  watches  her  kneel  before  him,  he  realizes  he  can  not  remain  idle  for  long,  rather  the  phoenix  is  but  captive  to  her  every  move,  left  with  no  choice  but  to  sit  upright.  

         Before  ocean  hues,  she  begins  to  undress,  revealing  of  bare  smooth  porcelain  before  him  in  all  her  allure  bathed  in  an  azure  glow  —  he  has  only  ever  known  his  lotus  to  be  shy  and  innocent  but  for  him,  she  displays  bold  actions  tonight  and  he  is  but  rendered  in  a  state  of  awe;  breath  hitched  in  anticipation  and  heart  skipping  a  beat  at  the  sight  he  can  never  tire  of.

         Her  query  is  what  snaps  him  from  his  daze,  realizing  all  too  soon  what  a  mistake  he  has  made,  leaving  his  beautiful  flower  untouched  for  oh,  too  long  —  it  never  occurred  to  him  prior  she  too  would  feel  lonely  without  his  touch  but  before  he  can  answer,  she  guides  him,  giving  him  access  to  what  he  knew  no  other  ever  has  before,  but  his  girl  is  a  tease,  halting  upon  her  stomach  just  before  the  gift  he  desires  most  —  or  maybe  she  is  simply  far  too  innocent;  whichever  of  the  two,  she  is  definitely  succeeding  in  driving  her  phoenix  absolutely  insane  with  desire  for  only  her  love  and  touch.

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         ❝Oh,  baby  girl…❞  he  speaks,  voice  full  of  utter  longing.  ❝Come  here-yoi❞  the  hand  not  holding  her  heart  in  his  palm  encircles  her  slim  waist,  guiding  the  rest  of  her  onto  his  lap,  then  he  kisses  her  deeply  as  proof  of  his  undying  love  for  her.  He  pauses,  only  letting  go  to  slowly  discard  of  his  already  unbuttoned  shirt,  rolling  it  off  his  shoulders  and  tossing  it  aside.  

         He  mimics  her  own  action  then,  taking  her  hand  into  his  own  and  guiding  it  along  a  set  of  toned  muscles  until  finally  just  as  he  has  on  their  first  night  together,  places  his  own  heart  in  the  palm  of  her  hand  where  surely  she  can  feel  it  beating  for  only  her.  

         ❝Do  you  still  feel  it?  Can  you  feel  how  much  I  want  you-yoi?❞  he  whispers.  ❝Until  it  stops  beating,  that  will  never  change-yoi❞  but  that  still  isn’t  an  answer  to  her  question  and  he  is  determined  to  provide  her  with  one.  ❝You’re  so  attractive..  gorgeous…  beautiful..  irresistible❞  countless  praise  he  ensures  to  whisper  against  her  skin  in  between  kisses  he  embellishes  smooth  porcelain  with,  leaving  no  trail  unattended  by  his  love.  

         However,  his  lady  love  has  asked  to  feel  him  tonight,  taking  initiative  for  the  first  time  and  he  is  not  about  to  leave  her  wanting  any  longer,  not  when  he  is  so  touched  by  her  bravery  and  immensely  aching  for  her  too,  so  he  holds  her  tight  tonight  and  repeatedly  expresses  his  passion  through  intimate  touches  and  whispered  sweet  nothings,  until  both  are  but  an  intertwined  mess  glistening  in  the  afterglow  of  their  love.

         ❝I  missed  you  too-yoi❞  he  finally  admits  with  an  all  too  cheeky,  yet  slightly  flustered  smirk.

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​ ; tomoe  baby girl ; 

it shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did, but she couldn't quite shake it off -- especially when her sweetheart hadn't been calling her by the usual pet name all day! had she perhaps accidentally done wrong by him without realizing it somehow? she couldn't recall anything specific at the moment...

" my name is.. a little too formal, isn't it? " a pout " call me something else.. " she mumbles much more quietly.

         TOO  FORMAL,  the  beauty  dubs  her  own  name,  drawing  the  attention  of  perplexed  ocean  hues  to  his  love,  the  pout  upon  crimson  lips  only  further  clueing  him  in  to  the  cause  of  her  distress.

         Something  else..  his  flower  requests  and  he  has  to  bite  back  a  chuckle  at  how  adorable  she  is  behaving.  ❝But  what  else  am  I  supposed  to  call  you  if  not  your  own  name-yoi?❞  he  teases  with  a  hint  of  smirk.  

         ❝Hmm,  love-yoi?❞  he  suggests,  unable  to  resist  pulling  her  into  his  arms  with  how  cute  she’s  being.  ❝Sweetie?  Honey?❞  he  continues  to  throw  suggestions.  Finally,  his  smile  softens  and  digits  tenderly  brush  of  silky  raven  before  he  gives  her  the  answer  he  assumes  she’s  searching  for  in  the  most  tender  voice.  

                  ❝My  beautiful  baby  girl-yoi~❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​ ; tomoe

" marco..! " his name is followed by a painful sounding coughing fit; porcelain features entirely ablaze due to a high fever. a blanket is draped around her figure whilst rushing from the bedroom and to the doctor upon hearing of the door. " I-I overslept-- Sorry, i wasn't able to prepare dinner tonight.. "

         AS  OPPOSED  TO  THEIR  DAILY  ROUTINE  of  being  greeted  with  a  ‘welcome  home’  kiss  and  his  beautiful  lady’s  warm  embrace,  today  the  doctor  is  welcome  by  her  weakened  and  apologetic  state,  instantly  drawing  concern  within  ocean  hues.

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         He  closes  the  door  behind  him  and  steps  closer  to  the  sleeping  beauty;  determined  to  do  a  full  inspection  but  not  before  claiming  her  lips  for  his  rightful  welcome  home  kiss.  ❝You  never  have  to  apologize  to  me  over  that.  Not  ever-yoi❞  he  then  speaks  softly;  the  phoenix  never  once  feeling  entitled  to  Tomoe’s  care,  rather  everything  she  does  for  him,  he  deems  a  kindness  —  a  generosity  from  her  behalf  rather  than  anything  owed. 

         The  back  of  his  hand  rises  to  touch  his  love’s  forehead  and  his  softened  expression  darkens  with  worry  visible  in  the  lines  of  his  tired  features.  ❝You’re  burning  up,  baby...❞  

         He  fixes  the  blanket  draped  around  her  figure,  wrapping  her  up  like  a  burrito  before  swooping  her  in  his  arms.  ❝Come  on..  let’s  get  you  in  bed  —  you  need  to  rest,  don’t  worry  about  anything  else  tonight-yoi❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​ ; blows a kiss 💋( marmoe )

         ADORABLE  —  His  lady  certainly  knew  how  to  keep  her  man  wrapped  around  her  finger,  and  it  shows  in  the  wide  smitten  grin  upon  plump  lips.  ❝Are  you  going  to  come  over  here  and  give  me  a  real  one  or  are  you  gonna  make  me  have  to  go  over  there  and  take  one  myself-yoi?❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​ ; 

          A  BLACKOUT  IS  TRIGGERED  BY  THE  STORM  OUTSIDE  —  During  bathing  hours  of  all  times.  ❛❛  Marco— ! ❜❜  his  lady  calls  for  the  man  of  the  house,  only  to  realize  he’d  most  likely  already  returned  to  work.  Thus  Tomoe  takes  it  upon  herself  to  climb  out  of  the  bathtub  without  disrupting  the  doctor,  and  fumbles  her  way  through  the  pitch  black  room,  relying  solely  upon  her  touch  and  memory  alone.  ❛❛  Mommy’s  okay,  baby–  ❜❜  she  whispers  to  what  sounded  like  the  flailing  of  chicken  feathers  at  her  side.

          Tomoe  made  a  mental  note  to  include  a  candle  lantern  to  the  shopping  list  before  finally  reaching  what  she  assumed  to  be  the  bedroom.  The  surface  of  the  door  is  searched  by  porcelain  fingers  before  successfully  locating  the  doorknob.  And  having  already  memorized  their  bedroom  by  heart,  she  ensures  to  take  steps  only  inside  the  vacant  spaces  known  to  be  without  furniture  —  hence  her downfall  when  met  with  an  unexpected  object  which  sends  her  stumbling  clumsily  —  Simultaneously,  the  house  lights  flicker  on  once  more  with  comical  timing,  leaving  the  vulnerable  lotus  in  a  rather  humiliating  position  as  she  finds  herself,  not  inside  the  bedroom,  but  inside  the  doctor’s  office.

          ❛❛  Ah—–!!!  ❜❜  A  womanly  shriek  is  sounded  whilst  futilely  attempting  to  cover  herself  in  the  process.  ❛❛  D-Don’t  look  this  way!  I  thought  this  was  the  bedroom  and  I-I’m  without  clothes—  ❜❜  As  if  it  weren’t  already  too  late.  Not  only  that,  but  she  knew  all  too  well  of  how  grave  a  mistake  she  had  made  tonight.  Not  only  had  she  barged  into  his  office  in  this  vulnerable  state,  but  also  not  long  ago  she  had  unintentionally  led  him  into  the  bedroom  only  to  then  deny  him  of  anything  further  due  to  her  own  hesitation  towards  physical  intimacy  —  More  so  than  feeling  deeply  embarrassed  right  now,  she  also  felt  absolutely  cruel  for  torturing  the  man  she  deemed  to  have  the  patience  and  self  control  of  a  saint.

         THE  ABSENCE  OF  LIGHT  disrupts  the  doctor’s  work,  signaling  it  is  time  to  call  it  a  night  —  but  Marco  is  stubborn,  refusing  to  leave  what’s  in  hand  unfinished  and  to  one  made  of  fire  himself  such  is  deemed  no  more  than  a  minor  inconvenience.  A  displeased  sigh  being  the  only  reaction  before  glowing  azure  grants  a  faint  glow,  allowing  him  to  at  least  wrap  up.

         The  light  is  extinguished  for  a  moment,  requiring  both  his  hands  to  hurriedly  pack  and  go  check  on  his  lady  love  —  but  a  moment  is  all  it  takes  for  porcelain  to  come  crashing  into  his  office  all  on  her  own,  and  just  in  time,  light  flickers  back  on,  presenting  him  with  a  front  seat  view  at  what  he  deems  to  be  the  epitome  of  beauty  and  delicacy  alike.  

         A  curvaceous  figure  of  smooth  porcelain  sits  before  him,  taunting  him  —  the  very  same  one  he  aches  every  night  to  make  love  to,  to  hold  and  touch  in  ways  no  other  ever  has.  It  renders  him  overwhelmed,  gasping  in  utter  awe,  lips  agape,  heat  rushing  through  his  entire  being  while  ocean  irises  widen,  unable  to  quite  tear  away  from  the  forbidden  fruit  dangling  before  him  only  to  be  taken  away  once  again  all  too  soon  —  a  slow  reaction,  only  snapping  out  of  his  utter  daze  when  hearing  her  instruction  for  him  to  look  away.  

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         He  turns  away,  a  hand  over  his  face  concealing  of  obvious  fluster  then  chuckles  ironically  at  his  pathetic  situation.  ❝You..  are  going  to  be  the  death  of  me-yoi❞

         He  doesn’t  say  anything  else,  too  flustered  to  speak,  rather  ensuring  his  gaze  is  still  averted,  the  phoenix  makes  his  way  to  pick  up  his  lab  coat  off  the  hanger  in  the  office  —  he  hardly  wears  it,  a  pirate  doctor  not  really  requiring  that  sort  of  formal  attire,  but  it  seems  there’s  finally  some  good  use  to  it.  

         ❝Here-yoi..❞  he  says  handing  her  the  material,  a  bite  to  his  lips  holding  back  the  feelings  urging  him  to  hold  her,  while  still  avoiding  stealing  any  glances  despite  the  temptation  to. ❝Get  dressed  quickly  so  I  can  kiss  you-yoi❞  it  isn’t  like  him  to  be  so  demanding  but  he’s  at  his  limit  and  still  this  is  all  her  phoenix  can  dare  to  ask  of  her,  despite  craving,  burning  and  aching  for  so  much  more.