ㅤㅤㅤ𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙄𝙄𝙄𝙉𝙆! Again and again the noise sounds, a steady cadence of coin against metal going back and forth and back and — It stops. The bright color of his eyes peek from overtop the rim of his pink shades, gold piece caught in the palm of his hand with his fist closed around it. He smirks, ankle propping on his knee as he throws an arm across the back of the sofa like he owns it.
❝ Glad you've finally graced me with your presence, Sunday ~ ❞ He tilts his head to the side, looking at the newcomer in what could be construed as boredom. ❝ Are you having fun putting out all of those little fires in your ' perfect dream ', or have you come for a little help? ❞
@lycorisblooms
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ㅤㅤㅤ𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙖 as if stress was a foreign subject, a pretense of relaxation lining his shoulders along with the smooth curve of his arm propping up the back of his head, Aventurine glances up. Away from his phone, away from distractions, his dual-colored gaze focuses on the angel gracing him with his presences. His lips curl into a smile, the smallest of canines flashing against the soft skin there and he swings his legs around to sit properly.
In a position like this, tension becomes obvious. Dead eyes reflect an exhaustion that otherwise lies dormant in his body, but it tells a story all the same. He's had to use his skills ( his powers, his damnable allure ). ❝ Sunday ~ ❞ Yet there isn't an ounce of that tired feeling in his voice, words breezing past his lips in a smooth cadence. ❝ I was starting to think you would never show up. It isn't nice to keep a man waiting, you know. ❞
♥ @arkhium
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