moonlit-theft-archived: Lips lowered at the corners, Zero stalks up to the other. It doesn't take long before the other notices him, of course it doesn't. He can already see that taunting smirk, those lips parting to lay out a sharp retort--- but before Kaname can utter a single sound, Zero's hand hits his mouth hard, shoving a hand full of Yuuki's latest 'creation' into it. Eat THAT, Kuran. =_=
He’s no longer sure. All he could see is white && then black. The food in his mouth went straight into the pits of his poorly state stomach. His consciousness long gone.
REST IN PIECES KANAME KURAN DIED AT THE AGE OF 10, 000 YEARS CAUSE OF DEATH: POISON
… Sometimes it’s nice to be reminded that, despite all the crack, my Zero is a little s h i t with a really bad mean streak when it comes to Kaname-
rip @corvumortis who needs to gtfback to tumblr and love on me-
Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
"What's holding you back?"
"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
"Let me in sometime!"
"It's not that easy, you know."
"Help me understand."
"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
"Why are you always so cold?"
"Why are you always so happy?"
"Are you really happy now?"
"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
"It's a problem, I get it."
"This is all kinds of messed up."
"That's not exactly a good coping method."
"So what happened, with your parents, really?"
"What was your childhood like?"
"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
"You were bullied? What for?"
"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
"You can't just run away all the time."
"You can't just hide all the time."
"Are you still thinking about them?"
"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
"You never talk about it, why?"
"How come you're so different around them?"
"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
"What was your ex like?"
"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
"Are you scared of being hurt?"
"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
"You use people to make yourself feel better."
"I'm scared of being used again..."
"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
"How long has it been since you lost them?"
"You're too attached."
"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"
moonlit-theft-archived: Casually, VERY casually, Eiri moves her vegetables from her plate, onto Kaname's, then resumes eating like nothing happened -w-
Vampires don’t really need mundane food in order to survive, however, coexisting meant they had to live the ways as that of the humans — hence, they were obliged to eat in order to cease any amount of suspicions regarding their true nature.
The fact that he was out in this time of the day, alone with a
huntress (whom he deemed as a threat) in one of the most fanciest restaurant in town —- wasn’t something that he originally planned. Vague memories from earlier flashed through the pureblood’s mind, grasped so strong pulling forcing him out from his quarters && petite frame that marches along the streets with strides he thought wasn’t possible given her stature. Both weren’t the best in terms of relationship, first impression lasts or so they say.
Yet her insistence left him appalled && he was not given enough time to reject as she had already dragged him along into her whims. && then they dined, food of the finest qualities laid at the table for their eyes && mouth to feast on. He was reluctant but it didn’t stop him nonetheless. Top grade quality meat at his disposal, his silverware inching closer, cutting thin slices of the finely cooked medium rare flesh. Then he chews.
Wine hues glancing at the person into his view, her child-like behaviour, almost, caused him to crack
up a
laughter. Yet he suppressed the urges as he
fed
himself with another slice. It tastes okay. he
noted.
It was tender && was seasoned well. Much
better
than he expected. Eyes glued on his plate,
he
notices vegetables of varying types was dumped onto his meal.It appears that someone doesn’t have the appetite for it, he shifted his gaze back at the culprit, lips curling into a small smirk. He cuts through his dish, giving them a shake
of
his head indicating his amusement && disbelief.
