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[supportingfire]

it's over. he repeats it to himself, standing over the sink that runs, water splashing into a tea kettle. it's been three days. for now, it's over. the lightning is gone, the eyes aren't watching, ayato has brought him home, it's over.

why won't his hands stop shaking, then? why does his skin feel like it's charged, his hair dancing? will the ringing in his ears stop? someone speaks. his name barely above the tinnitus. when a hand falls to his shoulder, retainer all but jumps, turning with a full kettle in his hands that clatters to the floor in a commotion that sounds louder in his head.

"i...i'm sorry. what did you say?" before ayato can answer, thoma is turning back to the sink, "i'll clean that up...just...give me a second-" // @suiyuun

[kikun]

@suiyuun asked ; ❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

How bold he was. It almost tickles the Wanderer's funny bone with the gusto behind each punctured word. A mere tumble in the commissioner's bed was not enough to warrant such a command.

"Oh? Is that an order ?" He preens with a carefree air. " 'I'm yours.' Is that what you wish to hear, commissioner?" Sheets rustle, twisting and twining around the smaller of the two. Soft and silken against unmarred flesh. "You'll find I don't follow COMMANDS without the right reward."

The bed creaks a moment longer with the cry of wood before the Wanderer drags himself, curving against the headboard with a feline-esque slink. A slender hand then navigates over his seated form, shifting to pull up loosely, fallen fabric. Veiling divinity.

"But someone with power such as yourself MUST be able to conjure something up." The challenge lingers in the air, like the aroma of tea that often drifted throughout the mansion. "Or am I giving you too much credit?"

A playful smirk dances along thin lips, painted with unseen colours of their previous performance. Truthfully, he'd never intended on escalating their so-called embrace and temporary elopement to the heights they had reached now. Although, he wasn't complaining either.

A little fun every once in a while was something he deserved. And if it came in the form of toying with the Yashiro commissioner, who would he be to pass up such an alluring charade.

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

[zorkaya-moved]

She did NOT hold a knife against Ayato's neck while asking who was the hottest person in Snezhnaya. She did not, stop looking at her like that.

[erabundus]

@suiyuun &&. replied... bottomless breadsticks is the point

apparently  after  your  twentieth  (  stolen  )  breadstick,  they  start cutting  you  off  —  truly  an  abhorrent  display  of  false  ADVERTISEMENT  if  you  ask  him.

[lionfanged]

‘ ah--lord kamisato, what a pleasure to have you here. ‘ glancing up from his work, there was hardly a hint of fluster to his tone and body language in being caught in the midst of working on a blade. sweat glistening upon his brow, clothes somewhat dirtied from his work with sleeves rolled up high, he was far from suitable in appearance to be visited by the prestigious ayato kamisato--but that was not enough to ruffle him.

the hot blade hammered into shape upon his work station was placed into the trough of water nearby, hissing as steam rolled up.

‘ to what do i owe this momentous occasion? perhaps your blade is in need of a bit of work? ‘

@suiyuun​ / sc.

[decorobium]

🎁 + a lovely, blood red obi - covered in a delicate pattern of camellias mixed with dendrobiums.

send “ 🎁 + [ gift description ] ” to deliver my muse a gift !

It's.. Beautiful. She doesn't really know what to say, if anything she didn't expect much of anything from the Yashiro Commissioner- let alone something so.. feminine

"Kamisato san I-" The tengu bites her lip, her Father would be furious if she denied such a gracious gift from a clan head. Instead, she bows and holds it close, the tips of her ears almost as red as the obi in her hands.

"My deepest gratitude for such a gift Lord Kamisato. I'll be sure we of the Kujou clan, offer their own gift as soon as possible."

[supportingfire]

" thoma. " tender fingers slide along the flesh of bare back, ardored enchantment dictating the svelte line of his digits rest carefully at his waist. in the dim morning hour, the swordsman nestles closer, nose bumping lightly along a mark he'd left upon the younger's clavicle the night before. rare - for ayato to arise first, and sleep still obviously pulls at him, judging by the way his voice cracks in raw discomfort (made worse by the night's transgressions, no doubt), and his blinks are slow and long. " thoma... " comes the gentle repeat, this time he flutters a kiss over his retainer's throat, before nudging him on his back. ayato sprawls atop him then, consistently chilled frame seeking the warmth that comes from the pyro-user's body in droves. his cheek nestles atop a broad chest, calloused fingertips dipping along his retainer's sides, over the frame he'd left in stark nudity alongside his own. the touch is possessive, yes, but more than anything - it's sweet, adoring. the lord commissioner resigns himself, allowing exhaustion to wash back over him, and his eyes to flutter shut once more. the steady beat of thoma's heart is what lulls him back into a warm, dreamless place, kindled by the soul of the being beneath him.

touch my muse meme \\ accepting

he'd been dreaming.

fields of fresh grass, a breeze that carried the smell of windwheels and sakura trees, and sunlight feeling more like a soft caress than source of heat. what it was about wasn't the most important, it was more the feeling that enveloped him when he looked upon an old tree he knew from him childhood. comfort, belonging...except, the leaves were different in this one…pink sakura began blooming on each branch, a lush green soon dotted with rosey pedals. it was a soft embrace of two worlds, two parts now melded to make one.

thoma. he hears it on the wind, first. the tree turns translucent, liquid, and flows into the rest of the landscape like water, pure and strong. before long, the picture fades, and consciousness returns. he smells sakura blossoms and fresh linens. he hears his lover coo his name, feeling the warmth of lips to his chest. ayato…what time was it-?

lord commissioner doesn't seem to care for that, urging a still waking retainer onto his back, only to make himself comfortable atop him. the pressure is a comfort rather than anything cumbersome, thoma spreading his legs to let ayato slot himself more comfortably against him. the more he blinks sleep from his eyes, the more he realizes the sunlight through the window, already knowing it was later than he normally would have liked. there was always tasks to be done - breakfast to make, meetings to arrange, surfaces to clean, but…

a glance down at silken periwinkle strands accompanied with owner's hands clasping for him, thoma recalls the remnants of what he saw in his mind. the culmination of what once was, what is now, and what could be. his main task as chief retainer was caring for the home, and that has safely turned from an object, to a person.

ayato was his present, and future, and he'll waste a few sleepy mornings in bed if it meant more moments such as this.

an arm raises to drape over young lord's back, securing him comfortably where he lays while listening to the rhythmic breathing that meant the man had fallen back to sleep, "i suppose a little longer won't hurt," he murmurs, free hand tenderly moving aside soft blue bangs. his lover's eyes are closed, his face still in sleep, but oh so beautiful. his voice barely reaches above a whisper, "…i love you, ayato."

[kikun]

@suiyuun asked ; ❝ well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it. ❞

It had all started with a little game of shogi.

The Yashiro commissioner had laid out the board, eyes aglow with fierce anticipation and the Wanderer had found himself neatly arranged on his end, faced with an assortment of awaiting pieces. Pieces that would soon be placed down to wreak havoc and drive strategic play to best usurp one another. Serving as a miniscule diorama of war that the two were familiar with.

Aside from the awaiting cry of battle, each note of enthusiasm was detected by amaranthine eyes, lit by a single assumption. The head of the Kamisato clan must have been itching for a battle with a new opponent. One that brought along unknown movements and foreign methods unlike his ever-present retainer.

Or perhaps it arose from the factor that truly ELEVATED this game of chess. That being the stakes that were posited before the match had even begun.

Laid out in fine proverbial lettering, it hangs above their heads, ringed like halos.

Your return to Inazuma to pay for your crimes . . . One unconditional service for an entire day.

(He was nice enough to not ask for MORE than a day.)

It may very well have been a choker instead.

"Lord Kamisato." Adhering to his title, the Wanderer enunciates with reverence, keeping his eyes to the playing field. Opting to pick up a piece to toy with as opposed to staring at roaming azures. It was highly UNLIKELY that the Wanderer would be perturbed by the sight of irises on him, even if it were from a figurehead such as Kamisato Ayato. Still, he has no intention on losing. "Have you ever lost a game before?" Eyes cast down and sweep across the possibilities awaiting his every turn. Easily mapping out each path he's certain the young leader will take.

He wonders if the authoritative male had deliberately thrown the round with how fast victory arrives. "Hm." Maybe Akihiko had expected too much from the younger. Maybe Ayato had a far great deal more to learn.

"It appears I have won." Victory should taste sweeter than this. Then again, the Wanderer had been victor of a few too many battles to ever experience the surge of adrenaline his first success had ever brought him. Although, the stakes raise even higher when ears perk at the string of words released from a refined tongue.

A kiss would qualify his choice in any activity the commissioner was to perform? Not a huge sacrifice, the Wanderer supposes. What could come from a mere kiss in the grand scheme of things?

He displays his internal thought process in the arch of his back, inclining towards the host before him. Letting lids flutter shut and allowing his head to tip skywards, driven to capture lips soft as the tsubaki his attire exhibits.

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

[zorkaya-moved]

I guess since goose ( @suiyuun ) said it's alright, zarina will make ayato cry someday. mr. yashiro commissioner, meet the match in control and top bastard energy zarina vc: you're in his dms, i'm on his nerves 24/7, i'm ruining his life

[inavagrant-a]

—     What does your heart look like?

a cage with iron locks

You are an enigma. You take care to remain that way. You aim to keep people guessing; your motives are uncertain even to yourself. What is it you truly want? You’ll never know if you keep your heart locked away like that. You deserve to be known, truly and fully. Stop being afraid of what you might find if you open your heart up to self-reflection. Stop thinking that no one will love you the moment they understand you. You are more than the facade you put on.

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[frcstwinded]

@suiyuun​: svelte fingertips touch the other's chin, turning his face this way and that as he inspects it a little too closely.

" i'm looking for a mole to kiss, as i am now in need of ten years of good luck. you stole all of mine. "

graceful in his movements, he follows the tilts and turns of the commissioner’s guide as his eyebrow raises. curiosity peaks, but upon hearing the intent of the inspection, the prince of khaenri’ah merely chuckles as he pulls back a little.

only the moment he does pull back, kaeya bites the cuff holding his left glove in place and pulls the whole glove off to reveal a mole hidden there on his wrist, offering said wrist to the other with a smirk.

“mm, i’m afraid my mole count is very little on my body. however, will this one suffice?” 

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[foliarlight]

WHAT CRYSTAL ARE YOU?

YOU ARE THE AMAZONITE. Above all else, you seek truth. YOU WANT TO UNDERSTAND HOW THE WORLD WORKS. You want to take things apart and put them back together again. Your methods of dealing with stress and fear is to understand where it comes from. You face your demons with a focused mind and readied fists. YOU SEE EVERYTHING SO CLEARLY, except yourself. It is so much harder to look inward than it is to analyze everyone else around you. What are you so afraid of looking at? What is it within yourself you don't want to touch? Maybe one day you will expose the parts of yourself you cannot yet understand.

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[supportingfire]

swordsworn fingers wind their way along his retainer's waist, dancing along the swell of his hip bones and sides before arms coming to rest comfortably about him. to his back, the commissioner presses his chest, and his nose presses lightly to thoma's nape, followed by a cool-lipped kiss. his palm spreads wide, over his abdomen, resting firmly to keep them together as ayato simply sighs, and allows himself to drink in the moment awhile longer. he's not sure how many moments pass but... " i think you got even more handsome in my absence, thoma. " the husked voice of a man just back from one of his many trips, existing only on six hours of sleep in three days and a need to feel his retainer once again. " i'm not unconvinced- " his nose runs light upon the side of his neck, followed up by yet another soft kiss, " that this isn't a conspiracy against my self-control. "

even with their new union, thoma understood he could not be with ayato as often as he liked. one, he knows the man can take care of himself. doesn't need a constant shield around him despite thoma's want to protect him. he was needed in many places, had many hats to wear and people to lead. there were few people the young lord trusted, but the fact thoma was one of them made his necessity at the estate all the more prevalent. ayaka didn't need any protection either, was a gifted sword user like her brother and her mastery of her vision made her all the more deadly in a fight - still, ayato had lost too much in his young life to leave anything regarding his sister up to chance. if he couldn't be around to ensure her comfort, he trusted thoma to do so. and it was a job thoma took very seriously. retainer considered her his best friend, his confidant, and keeping her company was one of his many joys. it's why he never complained when ayato would leave for weeks at a time, or asked to come along.

still, it didn't mean he missed the man any less. especially after they've shared their souls together…he sleeps in ayato's quarters when he's gone, holds his linens close and breathes deep to recall the scent of his lover on lonely nights, using daily tasks to distract until he returns. thoma heard from a messenger that morning ayato and his party would be returning sometime that evening, if weather permitted, prompting thoma to eagerly prepare for it. fresh sheets, clean room, the whole nine yards. he even starts prepping a warm meal, fresh seafood from the market and vegetables from the garden. he's dressed down to cook, just his black undershirt, some loose fitting drawstring pants and a white apron over it all, his hair tied back to keep it out of his face. perhaps he's a little distracted, or ayato is just particularly good at keeping quiet - maybe both - for he's still chopping a broccoli florets when the young lord enters the kitchen.

thankfully, his presence is familiar and soothing, like the water he so masterfully controls. thoma's body melts a little in his grasp, pushing aside his utensils for the time being to free his hands. it's touching, to hear ayato comment on his looks, when he's literally dressed like a maid and sweating over a stove. ayato says it sincerely, he truly does love to look at thoma and retainer feels it, knows it to be true, and it makes him feel like the most important man in the world. to be desired but one kamisato ayato was not something he took lightly. a blush blossoms over his cheeks at each kiss, subduing a shiver so he can turn in the man's grasp to face him.

he wants to flirt, try and match ayato's playfulness, but any thought of that is put aside as he notes the state of the man. perhaps, to anyone else, ayato appeared just as he always did. but thoma knows him better, so intimately aware of his partner it was almost like a muscle, "you've not slept," he says sincerely, green eyes soft when hands lift to cup ayato's face, "try some self control for now, and go sit at the table. i just have to steam these vegetables, and then i'll bring you some food. then, we're going to bed. i'll handle whatever mission reports you need to craft in the morning."

if he were going to complain or say otherwise, thoma doesn't let him, instead stealing a kiss from his lips for himself before shooing him with a hand, "i'm glad you're home safe, now let me take care of you."

[zorkaya-moved]

@suiyuun

ABOUT: AYATO.   let the rain wash away the fortitude's sins and let him live a prosperous life.

You are speaking of Ayato with such genuine excitement; it's cute, Traveler. You know that he is the head of the Kamisato clan, and he's so young compared to other leaders who you were going against. Isn't it fascinating? That man has such a strong grip on my existence... Hm? Oh, what do I mean by that? Ah, haha, our relationship with him is complicated in the prettiest way. That doesn't answer your question, I know, but that's how I'll say it. How about this? My loyalty to him extends far beyond what you'll ever get from me. If he says that to prove my loyalty to him I must be stabbed by his sword, I shall let him do so. I will not flinch, either. After merging with the serpent, it wouldn't be difficult to do as well. I'll be his tamed beast as long as he lets me remain by his side, I'll sing him lullabies when he is tired, and I will indulge him in what he wants. As long as he wants me to remain, I shall. Even if he requests me to not see him, my loyalty will remain, and I will keep protecting him from within the shadows. He's a rascal, isn't he? So pristine and proper as the Yashiro Commissioner, but just as sly as a fox and dangerous as a snake. I want to see him.