[does he fancy his word to be heavier, and more damaging, than gunfire?
the only outward change in the princess's face, as he leans in close, is the quality of her eyes—suddenly they grow hard and cool, as frigid as ice. could it be her breath? as she glares at him, offended, the tips of his bangs hanging in front of his face begin to freeze over. here it comes: a scolding.]
I did not give you permission to address me so familiarly! How obscene! What are you insinuating?
[ ... He is surprised that she was able to recognize him so quickly, though. Chinese classics aren't as popular around the world as the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. ]
but why should i name myself? you haven't even named the novel i'm from, sen
why do you want to know so much about it? did this handsome face make you curious? lol don't sweat about the small stuff! i got everything under control
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[ Ann pays attention to her own growing headache and so does Assassin, looking at her from the corner of his eye. Her words tug at the corner of his lip as he is reminded of someone who would say the same. Justice: the one thing he and the hundred and eight bandits at Mount Liang fought for. But it's not like he had a choice. After all, he isn't that kind. He only gets swept up by the kindness of others and dragged along by the debt he owes them. Kindness is what kept him alive. He sees it in Ann and hopes it never disappears.
Well, it's a wish she'd never know. Heroes of the past should stay in the past. ]
You're looking right at it!
[ He reaches for a door easy to miss among the brick, flowers and foliage and opens it for her. The restaurant is rustic, big enough for around five tables. The kitchen and counter are at the end of the room with the cakes and gelato. Aside from the staff, there's a woman and her child eating their spaghetti. ]
You wanna sit here? [ It's a spot not too far from the cakes. He settles in his seat when she does. ] Haha... if there were more people like you, you could really turn this place around.
[ When Assassin approaches people like this, they don't cower or hesitate, but that's because he doesn't tell them what to expect. They don't know the man behind the name or the soul behind the face. Maki doesn't either, but she doesn't care about that. He can see it in her eyes; not a disregard for him as a person, but a disregard for coyness and consequences. He tells her he'll hurt her and she accepts it as if it's fact. As if there isn't another option. Pain is only natural. Why should it be? She just wants to learn how to make others happy.
They can't undo the ink under their skin or the blood that's stained it, but they can do better. She opens her mouth and he closes it with a kiss that moves in like slow flames licking porcelain, artful hands shaping their positions into perfection. If this is new, then she is not alone. He's not used to this either. He often gives in to unbridled passion, if at all. Instinct is what he is. Feeling is how he operates. Yet right now, as he leans forward and settles into the softer frame of her body, he knows this is best: fingers in her hair, the loss of breath, the heat of another being that might understand what it's like to follow without question. ]
What's your name? [ He gently sucks on her lower lip. ] You make people happier when you say their names.
TEST DRIVE MEME idk if this is okay if not lmk
[does he fancy his word to be heavier, and more damaging, than gunfire?
the only outward change in the princess's face, as he leans in close, is the quality of her eyes—suddenly they grow hard and cool, as frigid as ice. could it be her breath? as she glares at him, offended, the tips of his bangs hanging in front of his face begin to freeze over. here it comes: a scolding.]
I did not give you permission to address me so familiarly! How obscene! What are you insinuating?
it's ok!
what a cute icon
it is... but he's not
i bet that icon was the face he makes before he nuts
hate that you're right
i want her to sexually frustrate him
she's literally doing that rn
do you think this is the extent of her abilities
god
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october 2018 ✦ vietnam
yeah i know i was just being cute lol
[ ... He is surprised that she was able to recognize him so quickly, though. Chinese classics aren't as popular around the world as the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. ]
but why should i name myself?
you haven't even named the novel i'm from, sen
[ Yeah. He remembered. ]
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october 2018 ✦ mob
why do you want to know so much about it?
did this handsome face make you curious? lol
don't sweat about the small stuff!
i got everything under control
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october 2018 ✦ hokusai
you mean i'll be getting art from the great hokusai?? 😱
it's an honor!
will you paint a picture of my favorite character?
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october 2018 ✦ kamui
[ The way Kamui talks as if he knows what he gets up to is kind of pissing him off!
But he's a professional. He's not the drunken Lu Zhishen or the wild Li Kui. He knows better than to rise to the bait. ]
pretty much!
so when are you gonna be useful to me, huh?
come on kammy
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nov 2018 ✦ intro ✦ ann
[ Ann pays attention to her own growing headache and so does Assassin, looking at her from the corner of his eye. Her words tug at the corner of his lip as he is reminded of someone who would say the same. Justice: the one thing he and the hundred and eight bandits at Mount Liang fought for. But it's not like he had a choice. After all, he isn't that kind. He only gets swept up by the kindness of others and dragged along by the debt he owes them. Kindness is what kept him alive. He sees it in Ann and hopes it never disappears.
Well, it's a wish she'd never know. Heroes of the past should stay in the past. ]
You're looking right at it!
[ He reaches for a door easy to miss among the brick, flowers and foliage and opens it for her. The restaurant is rustic, big enough for around five tables. The kitchen and counter are at the end of the room with the cakes and gelato. Aside from the staff, there's a woman and her child eating their spaghetti. ]
You wanna sit here? [ It's a spot not too far from the cakes. He settles in his seat when she does. ] Haha... if there were more people like you, you could really turn this place around.
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nov 2018 ✦ intro ✦ maki
[ When Assassin approaches people like this, they don't cower or hesitate, but that's because he doesn't tell them what to expect. They don't know the man behind the name or the soul behind the face. Maki doesn't either, but she doesn't care about that. He can see it in her eyes; not a disregard for him as a person, but a disregard for coyness and consequences. He tells her he'll hurt her and she accepts it as if it's fact. As if there isn't another option. Pain is only natural. Why should it be? She just wants to learn how to make others happy.
They can't undo the ink under their skin or the blood that's stained it, but they can do better. She opens her mouth and he closes it with a kiss that moves in like slow flames licking porcelain, artful hands shaping their positions into perfection. If this is new, then she is not alone. He's not used to this either. He often gives in to unbridled passion, if at all. Instinct is what he is. Feeling is how he operates. Yet right now, as he leans forward and settles into the softer frame of her body, he knows this is best: fingers in her hair, the loss of breath, the heat of another being that might understand what it's like to follow without question. ]
What's your name? [ He gently sucks on her lower lip. ] You make people happier when you say their names.
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