8. a dying kiss.
❛ dearest emperor … ? ❜ there is a distinct weakness to her voice, wrapped in the finest silks & torn cashmere, trembling to the frantic heartbeat the lays beneath nero’s breast, her body cradled against hers. her eyes are bleary and unfocused, yet nonetheless, she sees the striking shade of the spirit’s eyes, her hair, her outfit, and it brings a dull comfort as that same red blooms forth from her belly, staining snow - white robes a matching hue.
a breathy laugh barely passes bloodstained lips, fading into a pitiful cough. ❛ they say … that we no l - longer have hearts … ❜ her words wane, the rising and falling of her chest becoming more and more labored. ❛ that they became … our m - masks. ❜ the toothed collar around her neck seems to catch the light as she speaks. she can feel the warm tears falling onto her own cheeks, yet she cannot tell if they are hers or nero’s.
the world becomes so very cold : creeping from her fingertips, to the very core of her being, sending hopeless shivers throughout her body as the emperor gathers her closer, words tumbling from her lips as if she was a great distance away, echoing and muffled as the vixen’s own vision fails, amber eyes growing dull & sliding shut.
❛ but perhaps, i would like to think, mine would rest … with you. ❜
out of character. AND HERE ARE the doodles of tsu but with different hairstyles !!
@foxcoats liked for a starter
She…..she hadn’t thought that anyone would be around.
She’d checked for any spiritual pressure before hand. Before she’d gone and done that whole….victory dance. A little dance, a bit of singing, from one of her favorite songs. She had gotten so carried away, she hadn’t even noticed when an arrancar popped up, and apparently had watched almost the entire performance. And had not even made themselves known throughout. Not until she’d finished….and heard that soft clapping.
“What the fuck….”
❛ ha ! ❜ a bemused smile crosses her features, eyes seeming to glow in the shadow she leans into. ❛ what a … peculiar performance. ❜ a hand shields her mouth as a laugh rings true, finally finished with her applause.
she looks the other up and down, a curious form of spiritual pressure emitted. ❛ oh my, did i scare you ? how boorish of me – my sincerest apologies. ❜
1. a shy kiss.
she does not expect for him to catch her staring so admirably, and it seems impossible to look away. her eyes are wide, as if a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away. perhaps this is love : to be completely captured by his warmth, by the way he looks at her, by everything that is absolutely him.
they rest upon the ruins of las noches, alone in the ever - present moonlight, with no other sound than the gentle winds and what was their passive speech to fill the time. there had always been something that drew her to him, and perhaps, vice - versa as well, for countless years had passed, and still, they had found each other.
his gaze softens, as does hers. she adjusts her position next to him, a hesitant hand reaching to brush away a loose lock of his hair, and tracing his jaw. ❛ … may i ? ❜ her voice is a whisper, her body drawing closer. his response comes in the form of a nod, and hers in the way how she closes the gap between them, lips pressed against his in what begins as a chaste, shy kiss, and ends with her in his lap, with sighs of each others’ names between them.
tsubame’s zanpakuto initially takes the form of a standard katana with a slightly curvier blade. the hilt is woven with black and red, and circular engravings in the guard, along with three in the base of the blade. possessing mastery over sword - fighting, tsubame has no issue in handling her blade.
the most unique part of her zanpakuto is that in order to make up for her general lack in offensive power, upon landing nine hits ( coinciding with her nine - tailed form ), she has the ability to physically split the blade in two, turning her into a double - blade fighter. the blades take on a smaller form, similar in size to a wakizashi - type. the edges of the blades are coated in a film of reishi, further enhancing their cutting power.
as mentioned before, tsubame is very proficient in sword - fighting, but she is far more accustomed to dual - wielding than single.
i’ll briefly touch on this, but when tsubame prepares to release her resurreccion, and her zanpakuto, zorro, is in its split state, she does not need the two pieces to do so. whether it is separated from her, broken, or otherwise, it will simply be converted to reishi and absorbed back into her upon the release command, ‘dream’.
as long as tsubame can go into her resurreccion, her zanpakuto will be converted into reishi and when she returns to her normal form, it will return unbroken.
out of character. idk what anatomy is, where her hand is going, or what references are but. HAPPY. Easter. i’ll Probably delete this 2morrow,
17. a teasing / sensual kiss.
he is rough : though clad in human guise, only destruction lays beneath the striking blue of his feline eyes. she is soft : deceitfully so, for fingers so petite and gentle that have known the feeling of bleeding flesh ‘neath hidden claws, now brush against his skin in a manner that she would think to push his patience ( however limited that would be ). the touch is featherweight, digits slowly creeping up his throat, his jaw, narrowly avoiding the bone - white of his mask.
❛ do you think me as weak, sexta ? ❜ her voice is a lilting song, no more than a whisper as golden eyes peer into his own, the hand that does not absentmindedly trace patterns upon his skin pulling on the fabric of his jacket. she speaks of a title lacking weight, with no merit in a lawless world filled with ever - present dunes.
his reply is to suck on his teeth, arrogance settled deep within his bones. he looks down on her, and though it is nothing new, the proximity he allows her this time is worth pushing, she thinks. ❛ i was no espada, that much is true. ❜ delicate are the movements she makes, face drawing closer till theirs is a shared breath, eyes half - lidded as ruby - glossed lips ghost over his, the barest hint of pressure when she cards her fingers through azure locks.
❛ and yet, you should be wise enough to know that looks alone may be deceiving. ❜
- a shy kiss.
- a forehead kiss.
- a cheek kiss.
- a nuzzle kiss.
- a neck kiss.
- a hand kiss.
- a hug + kiss combo.
- a dying kiss.
- a bleeding / bloody kiss.
- an assertive kiss.
- a nonchalant / uninterested kiss.
- a kiss to your muse’s shoes.
- a blown kiss.
- a sad / crying kiss.
- a quick kiss.
- a happy kiss.
- a teasing / sensual kiss.
- a platonic kiss.
- a clumsy kiss
- a kiss of your choosing! ( requested by the sender! )
chin lifting he regard the arrancar with careful interest. despite such words there remained a wariness about the elder shinigami that was in complete juxtaposition to the smile he wore. it matched her own.
❛ is that so? well i have to say i’m grateful that you didn’t come around lookin’ for a fight. though i can’t exactly take your words at face value. tell me, why the change of heart? ❜
❛ that is understandable. ❜ a polite bow of the head, his own weariness mirrored in her actions. ❛ why fight when certain things can be solved through words ? or at least, that is simply my opinion. ❜
the next words, however, cause her smile to falter, and the curious brightness in her eyes to dim, fitting the more placidly grim tone of her voice. ❛ you see, in hueco mundo, life is … a game of survival, if you could call it that. to serve him was to live. to refuse was to die. now that i no longer have that weighing upon my shoulders … i wish to repay those who freed us. ❜
No doubt it would have been something along the lines of ‘what the hell’. Now, though, the surprise had passed, and he –
He should probably reply.
Easier said than done, though, with her fingers ghosting over his. Pesche gave a sheepish laugh.
“Yeah. You could call it reconnaissance.” That sounded a lot more interesting than wandering around because he was bored. Puffing up his chest, he tried to play it smooth.
a crafty smile takes hold of her lips, petite hands clutching his in what should seem to be a heartfelt manner. ❛ then … would you happen to mind if i joined you ? i do find myself rather bored. ❜
cleanse once ; for that emerald of your eyes won’t cease to sparkle. and for that the emperor themselves graces twice, forward with a step. each lock of golden hair compassing by gravity as their helm chants forward, impetuous. the emperor ceases their modus for no one. the nature of that special gaze is something folded in between a pure curiosity, yet it still goes hand in hand with the ruler’s assertive behavior. ‘ so so beautiful, even rome itself would acknowledge it. ‘ a pause, nero infatuated like no other . it takes only some seconds to snap back to a proper conscience. ‘ umu
–pray tell, maiden ! you are a foreigner, i can see. but what, what land nurtured such beauty ? ‘ like a child, never learning. no matter if foreigner, foe or friend.
❛ i must say, i’m quite flattered. ❜ she speaks in melodies, eyelids fluttering against cheeks that should be rosy. a finely manicured hand covers ruby red lips, the lilting laughter that tumbles from her lips filling the air between her and the ruler.
❛ such immaculate manners ! though what lady would i be, if not to return such generous praise. ❜ her voice is a gentle purr, rich in tone, as lips curl into a coy smile and silent footsteps draw her close, the suppressed urge to brush her fingertips against those stray golden locks of theirs. ❛ oh, a land filled with bleached sands that roll on beyond the eye’s limits, and forever caressed by the night’s sky
– might i ask where i am, dearest stranger ? ❜
❛ curious, aren’t you ? ❜ she laughs, nearly basking in the attention. ❛ i am an arrancar, which is a special type of hollow. but, if we’re being specific on what i am to resemble, it would be the fabled nine-tailed fox. i do like to think i resemble my original form much more in my ressurrecion. ❜
her smirk grows to crinkle the very corners of her eyes, glossed lips concealing teeth. ❛ oh, but it’s worth seeing your reactions ! ❜ tsubame raises her hand, fingers barely brushing against the ones that grip her chin. there’s something feral when she bares her teeth, the look in her eyes sharpening as eyebrows raise, the edge of a laugh peeking into her tone.
❛ hm, but if i’m irritating, i do wonder … what does that make you ? ❜
❛ you know, you do have such lovely hair. ❜ a voice sweetened with honey, deceitfully dainty fingers slowly weaving his locks into braids, a melody in the form of a hum paused as she speaks. ❛ then again, i find myself admiring many things about you. ❜ the laugh that follows is melodic, the corner of her lips pulling upwards as she looks fondly at him. whenever they sit, she always happens to notice that their height difference is not as prominent, and it brings a certain warmth to her otherwise mysterious smiles. ❛ mm, i was wondering, abirama … would you braid my hair, too ? ❜
@eaglesoared !! + reverse.
❛ … ! ❜ her voice is rough and ragged, far too early to make a proper sound from the fitful slumber. ❛ you… why are you – ? ❜ the moment orihime brings her closer and into a hug, tsubame stills completely. eyes widen, shocked at the notion of comfort, of something so foreign to her, yet vaguely welcome. seeing she has no inclination to let go for now, the arrancar feels the muscles in her back begin to relax, her chin laying comfortably on the redhead’s shoulder.
❛ … thank you. ❜
- [ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck.
- [ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.
- [ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.
- [ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.
- [ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.
- [ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse.
- [ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.
- [ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.
- [ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.
- [ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing