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      【  INDEPENDENT ODIN && CAMILLA AS COMPOSED BY GLASSES && BEE  】

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GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY HOW IN THE EVERLOVING SHIT DID I GET 600+ FOLLOWERS?  (I was supposed to do something for my 500 milestone but lmaooo im uncreative)

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&& ·  ———   how shamefully selfish tsubaki acted. his mannerism, his thoughts. everything about the pegasus knight focused on himself  —— though that was nothing new, tsubaki thought. he kept taking from zero, asking too much of a man who’s name made his blood boil. part of tsubaki felt absolutely no remorse. this was the man he loathed, after all! always teasing him so, forcing humiliation to bear its hideous fangs. it was about time he received something from the man that wasn’t some kind of verbal violation.

  however, most of tsubaki hated having to rely on him. his worst enemy, licking his wounds! how laughable. had the retainer stooped so low as to require aide from the most derranged scum to walk this realm? how unfortunate for the poor sky knight. how long would he have to hide in humiliation from this man? tsubaki didn’t dare consider how zero might hang this entire fiasco over his perfect head just for a small chuckle.

  a sharp pain forced tsubaki out of his derailing process of thought, pushing him back into the current reality. he groaned softly in pain, silently pondering if his humiliation could have been avoided if zero had left him for dead. his lips parted, tsubaki uttering a brief curse under his breath. his breathing was shallow, frequent. the warm promise of death’s arms enveloping him felt so tempting, so tantalizing.

  however, tsubaki wasn’t one to give into temptation

  “ my lower back....” tsubaki’s voice was shaky, his hot breath panting, “ just around where i....think the wound is located....” the hoshidan had no confirmation where the stab wound actually was, simply where his nerves yelled in agony. he attempted his best direction to the pain, a small worry in the back of his mind about zero’s infamous sadistic tendencies. he only prayed to the gods they didn’t reveal themselves here  —— not while tsubaki was possibly lying on his death bed.

Hmph. The poor beautifully insufferable fool.

Just what was Tsubaki thinking venturing into the all endangered depths of enemy territory; much less alone? Radiant and humble a Pegasi very well may be, but when faced with the cloak of darkness even pristine wings couldn’t possibly hope to soar them to some sense of elated safety.

Ah… and while he very well has every frazzled right in his own injury touched mind to haggle the mouthful from his injured companion ( once they’ve both fairly shared recovery of course ) he remains posted by the dilapidated door for now, a faint touch of fingers to hinges, oh.. they’re rusted. Well beyond any reasonably living years. These are prowling grounds and their caped crusaders remain at bountiful large. He wonders just what the price is. 

For not one head but two.

It’s a trap- but of course. They’ve solidified a terror laced battleground and not one of desirable favor for either ( much less the injured ) leaving little to no bold approach and even less; a dangerously questionable outcome. What is to become of them held so tight within enemy clutches they would just as soon suffocate to their starved deaths rather than endlessly suffer?

Oh, regardless. Stubborn as he is absolutely undermining at times, in any truth untold… Tsubaki didn’t deserve it. From a coward that clings to the shadows as if they were all he would ever know; absolutely despicable as is disdainful any unwelcome blow from behind. Please, he can already sense the coming birth of those complains like vile second nature, a quirk of lips has him easing fingers just over the expanse of such a grueling wound. My, it’s deep. Should Tsubaki find himself lulled into the welcoming embrace of a desirably deep sleep, he should see that his dreams don’t become the feral ambitions eager to hang themselves above his head and that bed.

A catcher of dreams gone horribly twisted- wrong.

❛ — Yes, yes.. help, see? I’m helping you. And here I never thought I would live to see the day such desperate words fall from your perfect lips. Now, be good and tell me where it hurts the most.  ❜

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&& ·  ———   tsubaki had never met a human being nearly as frustrating as zero. his way with words pushed him to the breaking point, causing him to crack. the perfectionist could feel zero’s fingers prying into those cracks, tearing him apart. 

   the nohrian made tsubaki immensely tense and terse with a mere sentence. he was truly a headache, such an imperfect being so proud of himself, so confident. the lovely sky knight loathed the verbal violation he received every time the man merely opened his sneering mouth. this time was no different. he had such a way with words, the man ! zero’s nonchalance about the situation only served to make tsubaki even more heated, his breath sharply intaking, his shoulders visibly tensing. never before had the retainer desired to harm a man as he did zero. 

   the perfect man didn’t believe for a milisecond that this vile man before him hadn’t murmured words of horrendous nature among the townspeople. tsubaki’s body screamed with tension, his face flushed with anger. 

  for the first time in tsubaki’s sad life, he gave into temptation. he never expected his open palm meeting the unguarded skin of a vile creature would give so much satisfaction. the deafening pop of the action sending chills down his spine, his body visibly relaxing, if only slightly. he couldn’t relax now ! he wasn’t finished with zero. 

   grabbing the outlaw’s collar, tsubaki snarled at zero, his face mere inches from the other’s,  “ don’t you dare lie to me, you sadistic bastard, “ he never imagined such fould words would leave his own lips,  “ i don’t care about what games you’re trying to play, “ this was going too far out of his comfort zone, something he’d never done before, “ but, gods, think about something other than your selfish desires for once. “ gods have mercy on him. tsubaki didnt want to even begin thinking about the kinds of repercussions he might face for lashing out. 

Aw, almost.

There is a glimmer of light that usually captured Tsubaki’s self proclaimed perfect eyes ( everything, everything about him is simply ‘perfect’ ) and the rush of satisfying delight that becomes him, oh, the torture… once such a near complete loss of composure reaches him is much more satisfying anything those storming feet and equally thunderous boom of usually unshakeable voice could possibly muster. Now, now. What ever shall he do? Here stands a certain sky knight flustered beyond amusement’s compare, why.. any more harshly worked up and that faintest hint of a wine touched tint spreading warmly across the expanse of pristine cheeks may as well solidify unspoken desires.

Just after toying the head of a newly sharpened arrow between his overworked fingers does he dare grace poor Tsubaki with what sweet little closure he obviously needs before even being able to steel himself enough in the raw wake of a tantalizing moment to even so much as bask in the pleasure of moving on. This…was enlightening, the very last convenience of entirely unexpected sorts when being assigned to guard the armory for one terribly lonely night. Just what was Tsubaki looking for, hm? Pity? An honest apology for every sweet little foul nothing he hadn’t whispered for once? It’s not nice to accuse someone, Tsubaki. Looks like he’s going to have to punish you for it. 

Oops!

❛ — T'sk. Is someone all hot and bothered by me? This wouldn’t just so happen to be about your new friend at the flower shop would it? I don’t care who you exchange heated little words with, but you will mark every last one of mine when I say I breathed not a single one in that miserable bastard’s direction. Nor had I any underlying intent. Now be a good boy and go away before I get angry…  ❜

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&& ·  ———   a soft sensation upon the retainer’s cheeks almost forced his eyes to flutter open. drowsy eyes processed a petite figure leaning over him. upon further inspection, tsubaki arrived at the grave realization that this small person was, indeed, his liege. the sky night sat up immediately-so quickly that he caused the hammock to flip him ever so ungracefully onto the ground.

  he could feel his face burn with embarrassed humiliation as he sat imperfectly on the ground, his limbs sprawled in hideous directions. he swiftly corrected himself, standing at a lightning speed.

  “ lady sakura !! i apologize that you had to witness that... “ his voice trailed off, his eyes averting from the princess. he seemed to preoccupy himself with straightening his hair and his clothing before continuing. how stupid could he be ! reacting so suddenly, causing such a mishap ! how incompetent!

  “ if you will excuse me, m’lady, I will return to my previous duties. “ he turned swiftly on his heel, his entire body hot with embarrassment. he had done it again - humiliating himself in front of his liege!

           𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓴𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲 in her hair had an odd weight to it for something so small and delicate, leaving the princess hyper aware of it’s presence. With the trees of her namesake in bloom, she felt it appropriate to wear her brother’s gift, but… Her locks of hair were far too short for an elaborate hairstyle such as Orochi’s, which she felt would have done the hair adornment much more justice. 

Petite fingertips fiddled with the accessory as she stepped out into the courtyard, an unusual yet endearing sight greeting her. 

A soft smile curled her lips upward as she quietly approached, stifling a giggle. How often did her loyal retainer allow himself to simply relax like this?  She  had no intention of waking him, far from it, but she did reach out to gently brush away the pink petal that had landed upon his cheek, holding the long sleeve of her kimono out of the way as she did so. 

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               A hideous scoff escaped Tsubaki’s perfect lips.  ❝ Please, ❞ He spat, voice laced with cyanide,  ❝ You only flatter yourself. ❞ His mouth curled into a snarl as he leaned away from the incorrigible miscreant. The only form of desire the retainer felt towards the man was the absolute thirst he had to leave this unpalatable banter. ❝ You’re merely twisting my words. I’d never once fantasize anything of the sort-especially not in relations to somebody like you. I have absolutely no desire to see you stripped of your clothes, no matter who may have disrobed you. ❞ He huffed, wishing nothing more to find an excuse to escape this conversation and end his own suffering. 

“ for someone so assured they’d rather me remain clothed, you did quite well in presenting me reasons why i should. hidden agenda, perhaps? all of these mixed messages shan’t do us any good you know. with all of these mismatching meanings & criss-crossing comments it’s any wonder i don’t bare myself to you this very second. “ but you hesitate. you laugh instead, clear as the breaking of a tide against the shore before you run a finger along your collar. had it been the edge of a glass it might have sung. “ though, it’s not often one exposes themselves without the aid of another, i’m afraid your wretched fantasies shall have to wait until i am best prepared to handle them. “ and like that, you twist the table and steal yourself yet another point in mischievousness 

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@arrowbound | ✎

               The pegasus knight heaved a heavy sigh, exasperated from having to hear the often complaints of a certain distasteful archer and his unpleasurable commentary. Rumors about the outlaw bloomed everywhere the army traveled. Every town would whisper of the inappropriate demeanor of the delinquent, and Tsubaki was absolutely tired of hearing it. Today in particular had pushed the poor, tortured sky knight over the edge. A local florist had grown about as tired as Tsubaki had of Zero’s remarks. However, this particular florist decided to take his vengeance upon the hoshidan once he became aware that Tsubaki and Zero were comrades in arms. The man had spewed hateful words at the retainer, while constantly accusing him of not keeping the army in line. 

               Needless to say, Tsubaki was extremely frustrated with the incorrigible outlaw, storming through the camp to search for the man in question. Upon finding the criminal, the sky knight almost lost his composure.

               ❝ Zero! could we please have at least one place we travel to where you don’t tarnish the entire army’s reputation?! ❞

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@gentlexbloom | ❤

               His red violet hair fell upon his shoulders and torso as he snored softly in the comfort of a hammock. Cherry blossom trees helped suspend his pale body from either side, branches swaying gently in the breeze. The comforting sun bathed him in a delightful warmth while he rested. Something about the spring afternoons simply relaxed Tsubaki, sometimes to the extent of having him fall  victim to slumber’s grasp.

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                                  ‘ TIL DEATH DO US PART.

                                    (  which might happen sooner than later.  )

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@anathemyst | ❤

               His long, deft fingers split her purple locks into three strands. Tsubaki began to weave the strands together, braiding the long, wavy hair of the princess. 

               ❝ Have you ever tried camellia oil, perhaps? It’s such a luxurious oil that truly does wonders for your hair-not that your hair isn’t already practically perfect as is, Lady Camilla. ❞

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@diivinesass | ❤

               ❝ Please take no offense Izana, but I've no idea what you’re attempting to say. Your wording.... makes absolutely no sense to me. I apologize. ❞

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@temporsia | ❤

               ❝ Ah, Lazlow, there you are. ❞ He had been searching high and low for the mercenary. There was something of urgent importance he wished to speak of to the.....problematic retainer. ❝ I have a question. As a retainer, you would do anything, for your liege, no? ❞ He paused, almost as if he were expecting an answer, but he moved along without one, ❝ Then why would you tarnish Lord Xander’s reputation with your...less than favorable approaches on women? ❞

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@bushidolion | ❤

               Tsubaki’s footsteps echoed in the spacious, empty hallway. It felt detached and lonely. Just the day before, it felt like the hallways were bustling with activity. However, today the only company Tsubaki apparent in the corridor wes the beautifully painted, intricate mural on the walls. Suddenly, the retainer heard footsteps approaching him from behind. Startled, he turned to face the source of the steps. 

               ❝ A-ah! Lord Ryouma! Am I intruding on your path? My deepest apologies, ❞ He spoke frantically before swiftly moving out of the High Prince’s way.

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                                                 RUN ➼ RUN ‼                                                        ⟨ LOST ⟩                                                       « B🔴Y »

                                                          ﴾ [a]way [f]rom ALL OF reality ﴿

                                                      indie. semi-sele. kiragi from fe14.                                                                      penned by cati.

                                             ‹ ➹ | ➹ | ➹ | ➹ ›

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stars kiss my palms and whisper ‘take care my love, all bright things must burn’

to burn is to be reborn | s.m.b (via boyeuga)

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               ❝ Please refrain from removing your garb. I have absolutely no desire to see what might be underneath. ❞ He scoffed, his voice venomous and his abhorrence blatant, ❝ Even if I think that the colors of your clothing are hideously distasteful and your cape-oh, don’t get me started on your cape--❞ Tsubaki took a moment to recompose himself, clearing his throat, ❝ As I was saying, regardless of my opinion, nobody should be disrobing in any fashion.

open ( mutuals )

“ oh? “ you pry your fingers from your chin to lean closer to the stranger, single eye shining some as you watch them so closely. “ what was that? if you have some issue with my clothes then perhaps i should remove them instead, or steal your own. either way, i’d like to hear your thoughts, hm. “

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            ❝ Nn.....❞ Tsubaki let out a low groan, much too exasperated                to grace the vile outlaw with an answer. The sheets that               surrounded him smelled old and distasteful, his entire being               itching with contempt. However, he held his tongue, aware that               neither of the two men had any more favorable options. 

               The sky knight instead painstakingly slowly rolled onto his               stomach, revealing his injured back to the fellow retainer. He               coughed slightly at the sensation of dust from the covers filling               his lungs, but Tsubaki was careful not to complain. He thought,               perhaps, if he began to fuss about the circumstances, Zero               would be eager to make this experience as unpleasant as possible. 

           ❝ I don’t know exactly how much medical experience you have,               but I guess yours is better than nothing, ❞ He muttered, adding               a soft, ❝ Just......help me.....please. ❞

               The pain in his back felt like more of a dull ache now, but Tsubaki               knew that, without timely medical attention, he might possibly die.               Perhaps some form of shock had lessened the pain, but there was               still a small burning in the small of his back. He silently prayed to               whatever gods might be listening that he hadn’t horribly injured any               of his organs. Tsubaki made a mental not to get his wounds double               checked by Lady Sakura upon his return. 

Good boy. 

To think Tsubaki was even capable enough of sparing them the awful exchange of obscenities whilst he leaps from one dilapidated structure to the next. Ah, what are but a few choice words if not coaxed from those perfect lips, hm?

An imagination that normally wills itself on ecstatic frivolity finds him in each course of next titillating action rather…sparingly. Oh, no fun. It seems if he truly so wished to spare ( ahem, save ) the life of his little perfectionist sky night, he would need to skip the build up. Aw, no foreplay?! Right for the climactic finish!

Perhaps it was luck favoring them the entire heart pounding, blood pumping way. A little scrape against enemy territory never hurt ( much ) and he’s quite the naughty little penchant for pain. Of course he’s a considerable fall short of wilting, without ramming his arrow into the next thoughtless fool who dares suddenly stumble in on the injured two catching them in the delicious act of patching up their sting licked wounds, where else would he derive his fill?

After ensuring their secret getaway is secure ( albeit just for now ) he wastes no time getting the nearest and only bed overturned to ease Tsubaki in between the mess of abandoned covers and equally worn sheets.

❛ — Well. Well…. it seems mister perfect isn’t feeling so perfect now. You’ve seen better days, I’m sure. …I’ll need to look at it, you know.  ❜