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"Tengen, do you mind if I ask a question?."

Kanae offered the Sound Hashira some tea with a serene smile. His lively energy was always entertaining to say the least.

"It's nothing you should struggle to answer, but... what defines a 'soul mate' to you?"

Kanae was the first to find Tengen sitting comfortably in his pseudo-meditative state. The swirl of tea steam caused him to faintly open a single lid; plate of fuchsia pupil focusing on her frame then lowering right at the cupped offering. Gentle fragrance of Jasmine-tea mingled with the warmth of her presence. '' -- mm? You already brought the 'bribe' so go ahead, '' encouragement fell along with a knowing grin, for her presence was detected long before she approached his vicinity for the sound carried along much. '' Thanks! ~ '' he took the cup. ' What defines a soul mate? ' his voice re-echoed humingly, as if surprised that /he/ out of all people was questioned about it. Whirlwind of thoughts danced across his mind as posed question hung momentarily in the air. How should he answer that?

The Sound Hashira -- known for his boisterous personality, had a thoughtful side to him not everyone had privilege to see, and Flower Breather's serene demeanor managed to unpack his thoughts enough to delve deeper. Contemplating the answer, he welcomed the challenge; it allowed him to explore beyond mundane thrills.

'' I'm the worst person to ask ... but I guess once bond reaches level deeper than words; 'naturality.' You know, that kind when both masks dropped, you don't have to pretend or act specific way just to please others, but just be yourself with someone who accepts you the way you are. I think that's what matters most in scale of such definition. ''

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Let's ignore the fact is has been ages since we properly posted ANYWAY muse list updated in the pinned; some have been removed but there's upgrade in form of new / old bunch you can see once again!

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TAGS.

tba.

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“I don’t give a damn about the crossdressing, you moron! It’s that face of yours!” | KIMETSU NO YAIBA

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Tengen, how are you alive again? - 3 -

Emerges with thick rooted bastard energy.

'' Thought y'seen the last of me? ''

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Gain & Loss.

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Okay, I'm gonna do something slightly illegal now so you just look the other way for a second.

Merlin, to Gwen

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-SOBS QUIETLY-

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maria mazziotti gillan ghost voices (via @weltenwellen) \\ kara jackson the world is about to end and my grandparents are in love \\ anna akhmatova 20th century russian poetry: silver and steel: "the sentence" (tr. stanley kunitz & max hayward)

buy me a chai latte

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-flails contently-

Did a thingy or two - then I hop on threads but before - - I need to finish that inbox call before my time gets too scattered again.

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❛ your eyes have always reminded me of blue hydrangeas — surprisingly poisonous. ❜ , suguru

@drippingheart

The act of eye contact was a bizarre phenomenon, if one would ask Satoru about it he'd consider it a silent cannibalism -- what a ghoulish thing to think; professional man could be gone thanks to a mere fraction of it but flames would not extinguish under the gun of guilt. His vibrance is drafted, tangled in survivalists' dires and lukewarm daylight savings.

Elements bit with summer sweetness, decadent shimmer of purple and gold beclouded senses winded from pursuit of horror narratives. In background shrill as the pitch of bat's cry the dust has commingled with the rain where two fishes in a pond amalgamate presence with each sentiment, coalescing into shallow streams, matting into the soil the soul he so nurtured.

Hydrangeas - neither should be held too closely nor used for making tea. Blue buds swell with dew before growing into a flourished bouquet promising petal-rain of cyanide, symbolism made to represent quality ideas of branches and great deal of variety. There's more to the poison-- frigidity and arrogance cut from marble, but good to make amends with a loved one. Gritty thought, the last one that crossed his mind - like alloying tin with copper. Years he tried to understand Geto's vision, to see the Sorcerers strong once again living in their land of old, but he would not compromise integrity of other people for a dream that cannot be.

Frantically familiar solitary feelings, bare-essentials of what used to be once great companionship between two outside-of-mission obligations. There was hardly a day or season for him not to dwell on soot but drunk it dry then snap the stem in half. It was his chosen luxury of misery he has sown and laid to waste along slain foes in scapeless infinitude.

" Poisonous you say? '' subtle flinch of lip-brim exposed dental slates underlining elusive tonality of selectively well-measured mood and mimics. Says the silver tongue of serpent who named something befitting his black heart - how funny. Virtue withers away if it has no opposition, and one stood in front of him just now to awaken echoes of the past. Voice (the sort that goes for an eternity) interwoven of fine refinement vastly attempted design to keep other from dropping gaze. Tightening throat get one's laughing gear round. Eyes of bolts that gobble, and enthrall, that subdue and tranquillize devour without mercy. They multiple invisibly, from a pair, to four, from four to six ...

" Keep staring — , " in the absence of body squirms pensive ocean-strongs like hot fire tell tales of sky and bare further under fluttering of spiderly snows, " maybe you'll drown in them ... " - and bleed.

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"Ara, Gojo-senpai-- Before you even ask, here." Kaede hands the elder sorcerer a relatively small box containing an array of little chocolates - with no dark chocolate to be found. He'd eaten them all on the train before he returned to Tokyo. "Sweets, but no souvineers from the onsen. All they had was robes anyway." :>

@inun4ki

Caprice divided into zestful strings to fasten the shiro first trying to read through hazards and bends by process of nonverbal communication and then through gestures and movements. Kaede caught him only a step away from the vehicle prepared to escort him to the location of detected trouble. He was frank about his corporeal appetites so desire to savor burns undaunted within his bosom as it does within any young man looking at a gift from far away. His eyes are bright, they burn, they glitter, and words tumble from him in an excited torrent. The question still remains hanging upon tip of tongue with other's additional commentary it eventually ended brushed off. A dulcet notes displaying his humanity and not divinity.

The box is presented ...

Such mellifluent offering, he accepts and takes it with a grin, '' Am I not even allowed to ask how was your tipping ( nor what did I do to deserve it ) ? Tsch, but thanks, anyway. I'll try again when I'm then you'll have but no choice to enlighten me about your adventures. ''

SPOILER for scenario later:

Meanwhile Gojo, somewhere after opening the box: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ'' Hey, where are all THE CHOCOLATE ONES?! "

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An old piece

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I still have a lot to finish here but 'till so ㅤ𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 call! Stab ♡ for us to venture into your domain and leave something there; I'll either craft random broodling or pick from prompts / memes.