So, I went ahead and moved blogs.

I needed something fresh and organized, get my muses really stirred up again. There’s still asks and threads I’d love to continue, though! Don’t consider anything dropped, though. If you want to continue being mutuals and keep our things, just give this a like or DM me so I can link. If not, that’s totally cool ! 

So, I went ahead and moved blogs.

I needed something fresh and organized, get my muses really stirred up again. There’s still asks and threads I’d love to continue, though! Don’t consider anything dropped, though. If you want to continue being mutuals and keep our things, just give this a like or DM me so I can link. If not, that’s totally cool ! 

So, I went ahead and moved blogs.

I needed something fresh and organized, get my muses really stirred up again. There’s still asks and threads I’d love to continue, though! Don’t consider anything dropped, though. If you want to continue being mutuals and keep our things, just give this a like or DM me so I can link. If not, that’s totally cool ! 

So, I went ahead and moved blogs.

I needed something fresh and organized, get my muses really stirred up again. There’s still asks and threads I’d love to continue, though! Don’t consider anything dropped, though. If you want to continue being mutuals and keep our things, just give this a like or DM me so I can link. If not, that’s totally cool ! 

Not me accidentally queueing a reply that wasn't even done 😭😭😭 the clownery. Ignore my replies if that ever happens. I'll delete and start over. Work has just been driving me insane.

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Depending on his partner, Zhongli quite likes having sex that is . . . on the rougher side. After all, while he may appear human - his Exuvia form is still a beast. 

Of course, he is a considerate partner. If he’s going to do the taking, he rather enjoys the skin-to-skin contact that comes with being pressed close to his partner, peppering kisses across their skin and lips while he presses his fingers deep inside of them. Taking it slow and ensuring he never uses too much force to hurt or exhaust is something he always keeps in the forefront of his mind. 

However, in the instances when he has a partner that also likes to have rough sex - or he has a partner that is not quite human and is able to withstand it, Rex Lapis will make an appearance. Each thrust is incredibly calculated, as if he’s reshaping them from the inside out solely for himself - so that they will never forget, nor find the same satisfaction with anyone else. Seeing them come apart underneath him tends to further drive him, his end goal becoming nothing more than to leave them completely, and utterly debauched. 

But the mark of the beast is not in the way he fucks them blissfully senseless - it’s in the way he wants to taste their blood. To have them in every way, to mark what’s his. It’s a discussion he would have beforehand rather than do it in the heat of the moment. But if there is anything in this world and the next that gets him off to the point of seeing stars, it’s biting into the crook of the neck ( or shoulder ) of his partner - hard enough to draw blood with his fangs. 

wcvensouls​:

         although tomoyasu still did not regain the memories of the life he had before the same way xiang hadn’t regained his, he also felt there was something strange about the fact that he was still walking this earth as if nothing had happened, even if he couldn’t pinpoint what was the exact reason for such a feeling. however, he had no problems with brushing those troubles away in favor of thinking of better, more interesting things  —  and such an action became all the easier when he was in the bard’s company. after all, tomo had always been someone to live in the present, and that side of him had not changed even as he died and returned back to life. what they were doing right there, at that moment, was more important. and ah, how he didn’t wish to be anywhere else but there with him…

         regardless of his own feelings about their situation, however, tomoyasu couldn’t help noticing the way the other’s brows furrowed, knowing that there was something tugging at his mind and that the thought was most likely not very pleasant. taking it upon himself to make him relax, the wanderer showed a broad smile as he hummed.  “ have i ever been anything but completely, utterly honest? ”  he replied in a half joking tone, head tilting to the side slightly to watch xiang as he tucked his hair behind his ear.  “ i want many things, but i believe i don’t have to flatter you to get them. ”  he chuckled, just a hint of a mischievous look passing through his gaze.

Fingers thrum the Lyre in his hand, one leg crossed over the other in order to sit comfortably. The Bard pretends as though he isn’t paying the other man much mind - mostly because half of the things that come out of his mouth wind up either making his eyes roll into the back of his head, or it forces a subtle tint of pink to grow flush against his cheekbones. Often times, it was a combination of both ; albeit he isn’t going to admit the latter. “How am I supposed to know if you’ve been anything but completely, utterly honest?” The Bard repeats most of his statement right back, and most of it is undeniably sarcastic, questioned with a raised brow. 

It’s not that he doesn’t trust him. Quite the contrary, really. But would it be fair to let the other tease him, and never return it? Though, he always did ignore him in the beginning, as if he had no time nor patience to play along with whatever he was up to. Lyre winds up laying on his lap, both hands on top as he narrows his gaze towards the other. A part of him knows that he shouldn’t entertain him, but he can’t help his curiosities sometimes. “And what is it that you want?” The question is regretted almost instantly - considering that just about anything can come out of Tomo’s mouth. 

thomahawk​:

A wide grin split Tanjiro’s face, and he immediately held out both hands. He had kept every acorn Inosuke had ever given him, and the small gifts never failed to make his heart leap with joy.

“Thank you, Inosuke!” With the utmost care, Tanjiro tucked the acorn into his pocket. “You did amazing, finding so many!”

“Of course I did!” Pride is evident in the way his shoulders are squared - back straightened out and his hands propped on his hips. Really, he hadn’t been expecting there to be so many around, but he isn’t exactly complaining. “This lord only picks the best acorns,” tongue clicks, chin cocking upwards. “Get some firewood, and we can roast some!” They’ll be a good snack to carry along on their journey. 

“i told you to stay still.” / crowley to divus

For someone that is rather firm when it comes to discipline, Divus rather enjoys misbehaving when it comes to Crowley. Always wanting to test his patience, to see how frustrated he can make him - to see how long it would take for him to snap and take a bit more initiative. Had he been told to be still a couple months prior, he would have listened. Divus would have found it within himself to be patient and wait for his reward, and yet . . . he learned quite quickly that he likes him frustrated. 

With a hum, his lips curl into a smirk. Eyes narrowing, elbows used on the desk in order to prop himself up. “I know what you said . . .” The tone of his voice is practically a purr. Evidently, he intends to tease for as long as he possibly can. 

Locking eyes with Crowley, he cannot help the shiver that runs down his spine. A shiver that winds up sending a wave of heat to his abdomen, pooling in place. Fuck . . . it’s much more difficult than he’d like to admit . . . behaving this way. Because he knows if he allows himself to be obedient, he will be rewarded much quicker. And by now, he has come to associate Crowley’s desk with pleasure. The mere sight of it causes all rational thoughts to become fleeting. Unable to think of nothing more than having his lips wrapped tight around Crowley’s cock, taking him deep into his throat until his mouth is being pumped full of hot cum. Or, his personal favorite - until the Headmaster has grown impatient and promptly bends him over his table for the taking. Being propped on top? He can hardly think. 

Divus knows what he must look like right now. Somewhat disheveled, strands of his hair falling over his heavily-lidded eyes. His lips must be somewhat swollen already from the amount of kissing he had invested in the moment the door had closed behind them. Partially undressed, with his fur coat draping off of his shoulders. By now, he would have taken it off. But he seems determined to deprive him for much longer than necessary. No . . . he won’t bare his skin just yet, no matter how much he wants to be kissed. No matter how much he craves to have Crowley’s teeth sinking into his skin, claiming him over and over again . . . 

Without breaking eye contact, he allows a gloved hand to slip down into the waistband of his unbuttoned pants. Giving his cock a squeeze, he runs his thumb along the clothed slit. Divus doesn’t need to take off his glove to know that he’s leaking. That he’s already making a mess of himself, and he has barely been touched. “If you want me to sit . . .” As much control as he’s trying to take, his voice is shakier than he would have liked. Although, it’s really no surprise. Divus is weak willed when it comes to Crowley. Willing to do just about anything he requests, without an ounce of hesitation. 

Removing his hand from within his pants, he raises his hips. Pushing his pants down far enough to fully expose himself, and touch himself much more comfortably. Using his teeth to remove his glove, he doesn’t waste a second to have his hand back on his cock. Running the palm of his hand over the head in order to spread the pre-cum along his shaft, his grip tightens once he resumes lazily stroking himself. “Then you’re going to have to reward me, Headmaster.” / / @wcvensouls !

"I want you." for Yu from Xiao

Those words have a greater effect on him than he would like to admit. Blood immediately begins to pump South, his throat left dry as a subtle hue of pink begins to bloom across his cheeks. Lingyun cannot possibly put into words how long he has been waiting for something like this - for his affections to be returned. For as long as he could remember, he would spend endless hours admiring the other Yaksha. Hardly able to tear his gaze away, and blame the red hue on his cheeks and ears on the heat of the early morning, and on the physical exertion of training so heavily. 

“You do?” It’s as if he can hardly believe it - because he cannot. Swallowing thickly, he exhales ; his lips curling into a gentle smile that softens his gaze and features.

Except he doesn’t really give Xiao a chance to respond once more. Lips pressed against the other Yaksha’s, catching him in a desperate kiss. One that continues to deepen with every passing second, as if the moment might disappear if he pulls away. Both of his hands come up to cup his face, his hold gentle regardless of the eagerness he feels coursing through him. Lingyun takes this time to enjoy how close they are . . . to savor the taste of Xiao’s mouth as his forked tongue presses between the lips of the Conqueror of Demons, wrestling against his in a thorough kiss. 

Both hands are cupping his face gently, a thumb brushing against his cheekbone. With a delighted him, he pulls away to catch his breath and allow Xiao to do the same. When his eyelids flutter open, his pupils are blown wide. Lips red, swollen and spit slicked. And yet he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, as if he’s still savoring the taste of the other Yaksha. “I want you, too.” It’s hardly a surprise, given the way that he’s reacting. Cock hard and confined uncomfortably against his pants, his hips grind against Xiao’s. There’s hardly much of any contact, but it’s enough to make him exhale in pleasure. “I want you . . . so bad.” Words are beginning to fail him. 

However, he has always believed that actions speak louder than words. Both of his hands wind up working their way down his body. Feeling every muscle underneath his tight clothes, feeling the way his back curves inwards. And without hesitation, he’s cupping his ass with both hands. Squeezing, and using it to pull Xiao flush against him so that he can continue to grind against his thigh - his own hips rocking in a way that will also give the Conqueror of Demons some sort of friction and relief as well. “Let me have you . . . “ Muttered against his skin as he nestles his nose against the crook of his neck, a kiss pressed to his skin. / / @ironbloodcd !

legendwrote​:​

  ⚍☯⚎ Though Chu Wanning had never been one for cold climates, his constitution proving quite poor for them, he could not help but to admire the majesty of the snowfall as it fluttered down like falling stars from the sky, blanketing the land in pure sparkling white beneath the silver moon. He could have, if he’d thought about it, erected a barrier of haitang above him to save him being blanketed as well, but it seemed as though the man had forgotten in his pensive mood and suffered a thin dusting on those dark strands, across proud shoulders, and sticking to long eyelashes that occasionally dowsed against his cheeks. 

  He had not heard Mo Ran’s approach, and so when that cloak draped around him he started, his muscles going rigid all at once before melting inch by inch into the residual warmth that clung to the heavy fabric. Selfishly he reached up and tugged it closed around him, hoping the thick layers shielded the small shiver of his frame from view, his eyes rising and falling from his disciples face in guilty succession. 

  “I hadn’t noticed,” he lied somewhat. His long, slender fingers were chilled to the bone and he quickly tucked them beneath his arms under the cloak to hide the evidence of his untruth, taking one last lingering glance toward the untainted snow-covered world before turning and stalking back toward their lodging, sheepish now that he had been caught in his childish wonder. “Let’s go back, you’ll catch cold without your cloak,” he muttered. ⚍☯⚎

Was he supposed to believe that Chu Wanning hadn’t noticed the cold temperature? Well, if he hadn’t noticed - surely his poor constitution would. However, he can tell that he had been colder than he’d like to admit ; given how easily he had taken to the cloak that was draped around him. The way he had tucked his arms underneath the heavy fabric hadn’t gone unnoticed, either. Albeit it makes him wonder just how long he had been out here for, and if there was any saving him from an inevitable cold that will follow. Ah, well . . . maybe they’ll get lucky and the warmth of the cloak will manage to spare him this time.   If not, he’ll make something to help. 

Mo Ran practically follows his gaze. Taking in the sight before him. Truly, he could understand why Chu Wanning had taken a bit of a risk to come out and enjoy it. Albeit he isn’t entirely sure why he’s so adamant about heading back so soon. 

Corner of his lips pull into a smile, dimples exposed. “Don’t worry, Shizun. I’m warm.” Luckily he had better constitution, and he did run pretty warm. It’ll be a little bit before he starts to feel cold enough to go back inside. “Not to mention that the sun is about to go down.” Which makes this sight all the more breath taking. And Mo Ran knows that Chu Wanning wouldn’t risk being out here if it wasn’t worth something. The disciple could easily figure out what it was. “Why don’t we stay here a little while and get to enjoy it? Since we’re already here.”

thomahawk​:

One thing Thoma is sure that he’ll never tire of, is seeing his Lord brought to his most primal instincts. Feeling those powerful muscles flex as slender hips fuck against his face… he’s sure there’s nothing more arousing in this world.

Every sound, every breath is imprinted into his memory, moments of bliss that would sustain him for countless lifetimes. As he hears the telltale signs of Ayato nearing his peak, his own gut tightens. He feels a pang of disappointment as those hips slow and eventually stop, the thick length buried deep in his throat. At the sound of his Lord’s words, he lets out a choked groan.

With a choked gasp he pulls off, a thin string of saliva connecting him to the heated flesh in front of his face. Voice slightly hoarse, he murmurs, “… you’ve had a long day, Waka, how about I do all the work?” And with that, Thoma pushes himself up, rests one knee on the chair beside Ayato and pushes his pants down just as far as he needs, forest green eyes never leaving the heated lavender of his love.

Ayato cannot deny that he felt a slight pang of disappointment in Thoma deciding to do it himself. The Yashiro Commissioner wanted to feel his tight heat wrapped around his  fingers. Unravel him and bring him to a point of desperation where he’s doing nothing more than rocking against his fingers as if his life depended on it. Although . . . he must not be so greedy. Because the realization that he’s going to see Thoma do that to himself . . . it’s going to take every ounce of self control not to take his hard, and throbbing shaft into his hand and touch himself to alleviate some of the desperation he feels. “How considerate of you, Thoma.” There is an undeniable purr in the tone of his voice. “Allow me . . .” He could assist in one way or another, after all.

Taking Thoma’s hand within his own, he raises it towards his lips. A kiss pressed to the top before Ayato turns his hand over. His own resides underneath, his mouth peppering kisses across his finger tips - against the palm of his hand. Until he opens his mouth, and runs his tongue over his pointer and middle finger. 

Locking their gaze on purpose, he does not waiver as his mouth wraps around Thoma’s fingers. Sucking on them lightly, before he takes them into his mouth completely ( and if the tips of his fingers make it all the way towards the back of his throat, he doesn’t let on ). Just the mere act of sucking on his fingers, getting them spit-slicked is more than arousing. Especially because it’s easy to imagine the weight of Thoma’s cock on his tongue, sliding down his throat . . . perhaps before taking him and properly claiming what is his, he’ll have the luxury of getting some time between his legs. With a lewd pop, he’s pulling away and taking his hand back once he’s satisfied with the amount of spit on his fingers. “Go on, then.”

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

WORDS:  “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.”  “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.”  “i want you to touch yourself for me.”  “let me hear you, baby.”  “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.”  “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”  “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.”  “make me.” “be quiet.”  “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?” 

wcvensouls​:

         although it wasn’t common anymore, xie lian could be quite stubborn when he wanted to be sometimes  —  a habit that had stuck with him from his crown prince days, perhaps, when everything he wanted was at the tip of his fingers. still, there was more than just that when it came to teaching hua cheng calligraphy. not only he did believe that he could learn it if there was enough training, but, more importantly, he quite liked these moments of intimacy between them. it was different from… other things they did when they were alone, but it was its own kind of special. xie lian was also all too aware of the fact that hua cheng loved to tease him, but that did not make him any less vulnerable to his antics. the cold was something that hardly bothered him at this point, his skin having grown far too thick, but it was as if the simple mention of it by the ghost king had made him hypersensitive of their surroundings. he knew very well who he was dealing with and what he should expect  —  and yet he did not mind it in the slightest. the only thing that could have changed was the sudden appearance of a light blush dusting his cheeks, but xie lian liked to think he was not one to blush too easily. the whiny tone to hua cheng’s voice would probably be a surprise  ( or even a shock )  to most people, except it was something that the scrap god had grown familiar with at this point. he knew that the ghost king was merely teasing and fooling around, yet he could not bring himself to say no. he did, however, stay still for a moment longer, not yet caving to the falsely innocent look in the other’s features.  “ is that so, san lang?  how would you suggest i do that?  i am afraid i only carry my thin robes with me. ”

Ah, did he really have to mention his thin robes? How cruel can his highness be? 

Hua Cheng cannot feel the cold, but he can certainly feel the warmth that begins to stir within him. Looking him over, he cannot help but notice the way that his robes seem to fit him all too perfectly. Was his highness wearing something a bit more form-fitting to tease him . . . or was he simply too easily aroused by the mere thought, and presence of his most beloved? However, he has chosen to behave - at least temporarily. 

Sighing softly, it’s as if he’s disappointed - or distraught by the cold. Lower lip jutting out, eye replicating that of a child that is quietly pleading and hoping to get their way. “You have both arms, don’t you Gege?” Hua Cheng knows he’s being a bit of a bastard, but so long as he gets his way . . . not to mention, it’s perfectly and harmless fun. Crimson Rain knows that Xie Lian is familiar with his antics. By now, he must know that he’s up to no good and simply trying to get out of calligraphy practice. And those attempts have turned into wanting his crown prince’s attention. “Why don’t you come over here and hold me? That way we will both be warm.” 

thomahawk​:

Kyojurou had changed. He could feel it when he was adapting to see with only one eye; he could feel it with every breath in his barely healing chest. But most of all, he could feel it in moments like these.

He had finally been allowed to leave the Butterfly Mansion, and, not ready to see his family just yet, he had taken up Tengen on his offer to stay with him.

And that’s where he found himself now, resting in a large bed in an expansive, quiet house. Yes, this is where he felt most changed. Because as he looked around the room, at all the signs that Tengen had made his home here, and at the small signs Kyojurou now also resided here, he felt his chest ache with a different sort of pain.

As Hashira, they were expected to fight beyond their limits, and be one hundred percent willing to lay their lives on the line for anyone and everyone. And of course, Kyojurou had been. He had lept into battle with the Upper Three Moon to protect his three underlings, as well as every other human on the train. And as he had felt that hand pierce his chest… he had felt the slightest crack in his resolve. But he did not waver, he had held fast to the demon, intent on bringing him into the sunlight. The despair he had felt as the demon escaped was… indescribable. To him, it had felt like his death would mean nothing.

After the demon made his escape, because of course he did, things started to blur together as Kyojurou felt himself starting to lose consciousness. He passed on some final words to Kamado, and tried not to let his regret at not getting the chance to train him show. The last thing he remembered seeing was his mother, and then everything had faded to black.

Kyojurou shivered slightly as he remembered. He couldn’t believe it when he had woken up, barely alive at the Butterfly Mansion a few days later. And now here, at the Uzui estate…

Kyojurou no longer wanted to die. He didn’t want to put his life on the line anymore, and he didn’t want to wonder if each day would be his last. What he wanted most of all… was to stay here. In this quiet house, in this huge bed, surrounded by Tengen’s belongings and scent.

His fingers tightened in the blanket as the true horror of what had happened started permeating every inch of him. Tears started to slowly well up in his huge flame colored eyes as he came to terms with just how close to losing everything he had come. All of the memories of Senjuro, his mother, Tengen, the other Hashiras played in his mind like flashes of sunlight in the darkness. He was crumbling.

Rengoku Kyojurou was crumbling and he wasn’t sure how to stop it.

Plotted Starter : Rengoku Kyojurou & Uzui Tengen / ft. @karmicbound

When the message had come via their crow, the entire world stopped - shifted - and shattered. The familiar pain of grief immediately weld up in his chest, the sting of tears threatening to form in his eyes looming as he ( very poorly ) attempted to keep himself together. Panic is evident, eyes wide, nostrils flared and lips parted as he took long and quick strides to the Butterfly Mansion. It is there that he stayed for what felt like eternal nights, and days. Stroking his hair as if he was attempting to stoke the flames back to life. Holding his hands between his own as though his body heat would lull him back due to the familiarity. Where he would speak to him about how the three fledglings were recovering quickly because of him. And when night would settle in, and he was surrounded by silence - his grief and fear would sink in, and he’d silently beg his fire dove to return to him. He’d even promise to retire with him, soon.

Even when his eyes finally fluttered open, the fear did not dissipate. Uzui was well aware of his current state. The mere fact that he was alive? It was nothing more than a miracle in itself. The thread of life is so fragile, that he soaks in every single moment they have together as if it’s going to be the last. After all, it’s a familiar phenomenon. When someone is dying, it’s though the body and soul knows it. Filled with energy, smiles and laughter - as if they want to part this world by leaving behind a final moment that was filled with joy, rather than a distorted image of their mortality. Except... the day did not come. But even then, he decided that if Kyojurou is going to be anywhere - it’s going to be with him. 

Moving him into his home was easy. Comfortable, and reassuring - hell, he partially wonders why they had not done so long before. 

Especially when he sees him like this. As if the world is once again crumbling down around him, and there isn’t anything in the world that he can do to stop it. And as long as Tengen is around - they will stop it. But he knows how delicate this situation is. He can’t outright question him nor tell him that it’s okay, now. Considering how long the road to recovery has been ( and will be ), how can he possibly minimize it by saying such a thing? Careful, quiet and delicate . . . he’s not sure that any of those terms could ever truly define him. And yet he manages to quietly climb into their bed, and carefully wrap an arm around him while remaining thoughtful of his injury. A kiss pressed against his bare shoulder, and another following near his jaw in order to give him something to feel, to focus on and help bring him right back to him. “I’m home.” 

wcvensouls​:

         tomoyasu’s first chance at life had been much too short, but even in such a short span of time he had shined so brightly. he had made many friends in the past, as it was something that came easy with his easygoing demeanor  —  but perhaps there was no one that could match up to kazuha. ah, their friendship had been so deep and so real… if there was one thing he could say he regretted from the actions that had led to his demise, it was to leave such a beautiful soul on his own. however, some things simply had to be done and there was no use mulling over it. whether he was present in his life or not, tomo was sure that kazuha would carry on and touch others the way he had touched him. after all, he was a special one too ;  with a glow that was unmatched by anyone tomoyasu had ever met on his travels. ah, he truly missed him dearly.

        being given another shot at living was not something the wanderer had expected would happen, but he intended to make the most of it the same way he had done before. it had taken him a little too long to remember the life he used to have, but upon doing so, he could not help himself from paying this old friend of his a visit.

         it would be a shock for sure, but tomoyasu could not in his right mind let kazuha keep believing that he was nothing more than a broken sword and a faded out vision. he expected that some time would be required to understand what exactly had happened, but he had all the time in the world and, for once, no rush to leave. the shake in his voice and the tears that very obviously gathered on his eyes made tomo’s heart feel a tinge of hurt, but he mantained a smile on his lips as he slowly took a few steps closer, not wanting to approach him too suddenly.  “ kazuha… i’ve returned. ”

Kazuha has seen this many times before once he is lulled away into a light slumber. The sun rises, and he is greeted by a familiar face that immediately brings about a smile upon his own. Both arms wrap around him in a tight, and comforting hold - and Kazuha wraps his own around his neck. Propped up on the tips of his toes, so that he can nestle his face into the crook of his neck. Breathing in a scent that he cannot truly smell, comforted by faux warmth that leaves him yearning on a cold bed once he wakes. Though this dream feels and seems different - he refuses to be tricked.

But even he cannot deny, nor hide the hope that begins to brew. After all, would it be so bad if he turned out to be wrong? That this is not a trick? 

“Tomo . . .” The Wanderer’s voice betrays him. It cracks, as if he’s going to spill his tears any given second. Shoulders are rigid and his lips are pinched in a thin line, a clear attempt at keeping his composure as he takes a partial step forward. He’s almost tempted to turn away - to rub his eyes until the illusion fades. Yet crimson eyes remain focused on the image before him, and that partial step becomes another, and another until he’s rushing towards the other’s figure. When he throws his arms around him, Kazuha expects the image to disappear. For him to stumble until he hits the ground, clutching nothing. But what he hits is solid, and warm.

When he buries his face against him, he smells him. Can hear his heartbeat if he closes his eyes and listens closely while tuning out his own, rapidly beating heart. “Please . . .” He feels pathetic. To be in such a fragile state, begging whatever Archon or God will hear him. “Please don’t disappear again.”