val bringing tsuna back makes me want to bring mukurz back :///
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ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʙɪɴᴏ sᴏ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ғᴇʟᴛ, and in this case, he was far from the feeling. True enough, he should have proceeded with more caution if he wanted to eat the free dessert—however, he couldn’t say he was disappointed with this sudden turn of events. More than anything, the illusionist should have known what pressing their lips together and stealing the straw- berry out of his mouth meant. Such a simple tactic to win meant something completely different for the Sky.
It was an invitation.
The smug grin on the illusionist’s face would more than likely soon disappear as the don’s hand wrapped around Mukuro’s neck and pushed him back against the ground. Thumb pressed right against his Adam’s apple, the rest of his nails digging into his skin—as if debating whether he should crush the Mist’s throat or rip out his jugular. Instead, he used the chance to crash their lips against each other— roughly, with all intent to bruise the other’s lips. Tongue slid into his mouth, wasting no time to violate and taste every inch of the sweet strawberry-chocolate coated mouth. This wasn’t just any kiss, though should someone walk into the room, they may have thought it to be some sort of intense make-out, but the truth was that if the fruit coated in chocolate was going to be taken away from him, why not go for the next best thing to see how it tasted? But he had to be quick, because surprise could only last for so long before the trap shut onto his tongue. And just like that, he pulled away—but not without biting his lip.
( certainly they’d be bruised and bloodied )
❝ Not really, I was expecting it to taste as sweet as the rest, so you really saved me there, Mukuro-kun~ ❞ Slyness curved at his lips, his sing-song voice hiding the true intent of his next set of words.
❝ Or maybe it didn’t taste that good because it was on you. ❞
eyes wide, sudden pressure against his throat unexpected. eyes narrow, within them derision & anger & fear fear fear captured. in a flash, reflexes react; trident materialising even as his other hand pushes out – it gives easily enough, but only because the other had withdrawn. without a pause, he charges to return the favour, weapon positioned straight for byakuran’s throat. embers of hope flare -- maybe this time he'll catch byakuran off guard. maybe this time will be his destruction. ( but perhaps even once was too much to ask for. )
there’s red - hot blood flowing freely from wounds left untended, each new scar pulsing with overexertion. abused lips drip venom as they curl, mirthless humour found within heterochromatic hues. ❛ you shouldn’t be surprised that i’m bitter. ❜ conversation flows like his violence, swift & relentless in its pursuit of vengeance. ❛ though you seemed to enjoy the taste. ❜ brows lift as he licks bloodied lips. the gesture is suggestive, traces of their brutal kiss lingering upon his tongue as it samples the aftermath of destruction. it tastes of iron, of heat, of bitter pleasure, of sweet pain. he doesn't pause. not until he draws blood from the don's throat will he rest, only violence to atone for his transgressions. ❛ maybe you should repay the favour by keeping still, then. ❜
#zeudellumi#i literally had to take a deep breath before i started writing#also ofc they'd end up fighting like why did i even try to think that this wld go anywhere else#mukurz at All Times: (ง'̀-'́)ง#i hv 2 drafts & both of them are for u#guess why#i've gotten distracted at least 10 times since i started writing this#this being both the reply & the tags#im finally done heck me up viola#this took#looks into distance#2 days to write#time is an illusion#( illusionary. )
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“You should be nicer to the one that curated all these pieces, how shameful.”
Squalo rolled his eyes. “Honestly, what’re you doing here? Going to start
stealing paintings? Or are you just here to be pretentious?”
“ shameful? that’s rich, considering you probably triggered all the metal detectors in this place. ” mukuro scoffs, reaching out for another glass of wine. he needs it, if he’s going to be dealing with the likes of squalo. “ oya, i could ask the same of you. here to assassinate someone? what happened to respecting the sanctity of the art? after all, i’m here because i -- oh, what a surprise -- actually appreciate the pieces they display here. ”
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“Hah! That’s gonna stain real bad.” Referring to the drink
that got spilled all over Mukuro’s shirt. “You look pretty fuckin’
miserable. What got your panties in a knot?”
a lazy wave of his hand & the stain is gone ( from the sight of most ) from his clothing. his gaze is irritable & cast at squalo, a brow raised in challenge. “ oya, i suggests you mind your own business -- or soon you’re going to stain real bad. ”
unwanted boy grows into wanted man.
independent, selective & very casual rp blog for rokudo mukuro of khr! written by sarah. art credit.
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ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡᴀs ʜɪs. Despite the book being set down on his face (and really, was that such a bad thing?), he’d gotten the illusionist to put it down and pay attention to him. Picking up the book, lavender hues looked it over, debating whether he should take the book and claim it as his own. Ultimately, he decided against it and set the item on the ground next to the couch. Might as well get it out of the way so it won’t serve as a distraction again, right?
❝ Hmmm? I don’t know, that doesn’t seem like he’d be trained very well if he did that, Mukuro-kun. Maybe we should work on your definition of things first. ❞
It wasn’t like he didn’t know what the Mist was talking about. On the contrary, it would’ve been a lot more useful to have Ken attack anyone from the mafia who entered their land. Though, regardless of how well he was trained, the blond would’ve ended up dead the moment that happened. Despite his alliance with the Vongola, it didn’t mean he was any less ruthless or inclined for self-preservation than the future they all remembered. He simply
— toned it down )
❝ Do you want me to test it out, then? ❞ It sounded like a challenge, and of course, the Sky could never back out of one. Sitting up, a hand all too gently cupped the illusionist’s cheek, leaning in so that he was further invading the other’s personal space.
❝ I can take away everything from you, if that’s also what you want me to do. Whether you admit it or not, you need him and the rest to stay with you. It’d be impossible to get rid of the mafia world on your own. ❞
he watches as byakuran moves the book out of the way, visage crinkling in distaste at the sight of him touching one of his books. no doubt he thinks he’s won; mukuro winces internally at the realisation. ( not that he’s denying it. )
“ you should keep the book -- it’s boring & predictable, just like you. ”
keeping his expression blank ( or, well, vaguely aggravated ) is a struggle, but he’s completely still when byakuran threatens to harm the gang, fighting to stay controlled in the situation. less than a second passes & he’s schooled his face to show how apathetic he is toward the hand touching him & the don in general, even scoffing audibly at his words.
“ somehow i have a feeling what i want matters a lot less than you’re suggesting. ”
he can’t help but put it bluntly -- it’s not like he has anything left to lose that hasn’t already been wagered in byakuran’s ultimatum.
“ but the thing is -- i’m not admitting it. ”
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❛huuuh, shishou, you are so mean today. and i was just complimenting that beautiful hair of yours.❜
“ and yet i can sense your sarcasm from all the way over here. maybe three times the practice today, then. ”
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❛nee shishou, your pinapple hair style looks really great today.❜
“ keep talking, if you don’t value your brains-- oh, wait, you had none in the first place. ”
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ooc; as it turns out i forgot to post a note to say that this blog is currently on a ( sort of ) hiatus? bc i’ve been busy over on this lil shit. i’ll drop by occasionally but for now, you can mostly find me over there !
ooc; as it turns out i forgot to post a note to say that this blog is currently on a ( sort of ) hiatus? bc i’ve been busy over on this lil shit. i’ll drop by occasionally but for now, you can mostly find me over there !
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[ text: sent ] just got back from a mission. [ text: sent ] so yes. i’m free ~ ♥
[ text ] perfect. [ text ] I’ll reserve that japanese place you liked [ text ] shall I pick you up from the mansion?
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❛i hope that you won’t cause any more trouble. i still can’t trust you— and i won’t.❜
“aww, that’s cute. are you saying you want me to earn your trust, hm?”
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❛if you ever dare to show up again, i’ll bite you to death.❜
“great, so i’m exempt from it if i don’t leave?”
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he blows a gentle breath into her ear, whispering a greeting as his arms wrap around her in a hug. ❝ missed me, princess? ❞
there is an earthquake in the architecture of her bones, it’s sudden and it leaves her exposed, and she lets it. she lets herself become undone within his embrace, until she is left vulnerable and raw, and leaning into the plains of his chest with a curl of painted lips.
“ what do you think, rokudo. ”
