Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
His balls tried to climb inside his body when she said his name. It sounded incredible with her voice, but like the flare of starlight that was so beautiful, it was edged with the power of things that could be extinguished for eternity, left to nothing but the darkness of space. Unlike Frey, who had only seemed to exist as a promise of indulgence and fulfillment of fantasies, Safrin moved like a threat disguised as a smile. Wonderful, but terrible in spite of it, or because of it. Her assessment did not conjure heat in him, but rather chilled him, the prickle of worry that he might not measure up a creep of ice against his spine. He straightened against it, unwilling to waver, unwilling to fail her. Frey had been someone he could scarcely take his eyes off of, but Safrin, she almost begged him not to look—a sun that would nourish you in the right conditions, and devastate you in others.
The starlight that tumbled from her hands traced his desire, the power of it. He watched and listened like the good attentive soldier he was. He did not back down from the weight of her gaze, from the risk of her nearness, because it was an oppressive force that he wished to share a piece of. If she would give him the tool, he would carve her name into each opponent that stood before him.
"I won't let you down, ma'am" he said at last, when it seemed her calculations had completed and his orders, from the heavens themselves, had been relayed. A nodded confidently at her, the wide grin that broke his features the only betrayal of his discipline as his heart soared at the opportunity she gifted him. "Thank you."
He stepped back, to rejoin Koa and to untether himself from her gravity so that she might wink back into the stars.
[FIN]
The starlight that tumbled from her hands traced his desire, the power of it. He watched and listened like the good attentive soldier he was. He did not back down from the weight of her gaze, from the risk of her nearness, because it was an oppressive force that he wished to share a piece of. If she would give him the tool, he would carve her name into each opponent that stood before him.
"I won't let you down, ma'am" he said at last, when it seemed her calculations had completed and his orders, from the heavens themselves, had been relayed. A nodded confidently at her, the wide grin that broke his features the only betrayal of his discipline as his heart soared at the opportunity she gifted him. "Thank you."
He stepped back, to rejoin Koa and to untether himself from her gravity so that she might wink back into the stars.
[FIN]
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
