napuleh‌:

“I’m thinking about no one in particular!” He is trying so desperately to defend himself but his dumbfounded smile is so terribly obvious.

“No one who isn’t a fantastic friend, and good to me, and very tall and beautiful.” He raps his knuckles on Saima’s forehead when they sit near him. “It’s you.”

“Sure, sure…” they say a little teasingly, still mildly skeptical of what Vin was saying.

It’s only until Vin reveals that he was thinking about them that Saima glances at him again- this time a bit thrown off. “Huh. I ..well alright then. If you want, I’ll hold you, sure.” They didn’t mind the idea at least, it just hadn’t occurred to them for Vin to want that.

napuleh‌:

Their dirty, nasty friend, whose ears are red thinking about who else should do the job just fine.

“You coddle me too much, dear. I don’t mind, though, feel free to wrap me up in it as well,” he cackles softly, taking the blanket and making sure to cover up his little toesies as well.

The sheer redness of Vin’s ears is fairly telltale even when Saima gives them the blanket. 

They give a bit of a tired sigh. “I’m just trying to be a good host to you. Not sure if that’s a great idea considering who you are likely thinking about.” Nonetheless, they join him on the couch if nothing else.

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The combination of multiple sensitive places being engaged made Saima feel so helpless to the desires that were building inside. They couldn’t help but dwell in the pleasure of being so close and yet continuing to need even more. Such was the feeling that only became more intoxicating over time. 

When Atlas pulled back to undress his jumper and shirt, Saima couldn’t help but smile – marveling at the build that had done so much for the world over the years. “You’re so damn stunning,” they can barely make out their gaze incredibly wanting. 

It’s not long before their own shirt is off, always causing them to feel a little sheepish when one first sees their fairly slender and purposely androgynous build. Still, there was no time to think about that when lips were nipping at their stomach causing more little sounds to come out.

“Good. I’m looking forward to it so badly.“

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His returning smile was sombre but still heartfelt, he partially hated coming to the museums and looking at the old memorabilia just because it brought back memories. It was a win and lose situation; on one hand, he got to explore his past again but it always made him long for a time that had passed. Atlas started to walk towards the modern art part of the museum, hands in his pockets as his eyes flicked from object to object. “Sometimes I wonder how the mortals would handle it if they knew that we walked so close. There used to be a time when they would beg us to walk their streets, now I fear they would burn us for it.”

The somber nature of Atlas’ smile didn’t go unnoticed, it was something that Saima had felt for quite some time. It’s a wonder that anyone of their kind kept around with all the memories that could easily send someone into despair. Perhaps they had gotten used to it – since for so long, there was nothing to be nostalgic for. But even they had their wistful moments.

Instead, they walked alongside him towards modern art. “That’s a pretty good question. I suspect they’d probably not believe us if we told them. There are some that would burn us though – there’s always been those types.” They bite their lip at the thought, having been through a few attempts of that on their own before sighing once more.

“It’s more something to be kept as a story, a mystery for those willing to be curious. That’s the impression that I’ve gotten so far. ”

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It had been quite some time since Saima had been with someone in this way. And in this form, that was a newness that in itself brought so much adrenaline to the evening. And so, they couldn’t help but dwell in the way that Atlas felt, his nipping only encouraging them to let out more sounds. And the movement of those hips – just seems to tempt them into further grinding, needing to get as much contact as they could.

In their longing, Saima lets their hands roam, unable to resist feeling the details of whatever part of Atlas was closest. Their touch was leisurely, soft but charged with a certain energy nonetheless.

Even the slip of a hand under their shirt gave them shivers, so delightfully enamored of the feeling. 

Tell me what you crave. Running through their head, only making them more eager for this attention. “I need your touch, keep me tight if you may… I-I need you to kiss me, so much – wherever. I need to be so close, incredibly close – I just need to feel as much of you as I possibly can.” Their voice is low as if sharing a hidden secret, asking for something that they’d dare not admit.

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“ I’m giving out free flowers! Do you want one? “ Claire’s smile is warm and EVER PRESENT on her face as she plucks a single tulip from her bundle of plants and twirls it in her fingers. 

   “A flower would be great. Always love to see such beautiful plants.” And besides, such a pleasant offer should be taken up if given the chance. They loved nature and flowers too much to refuse.

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  Saima couldn’t resist smiling in response to Setau’s answer. It was always a pleasure to see him and having such a good friend like him was delightful.”Great to see you too. And yeah, I thought I’d hang out for the holidays. It’s wonderful this time of year. I like seeing the markets and performances people do to cherish the season.”

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“I mean,” Atlas started, he shifted on the sand slightly to sit more upright, “it’s not too bad, I got to meet new people.” He smiled slightly. “Plus the beach is nice.”

A small sigh of agreement. “True. Meeting new people can be fun. And I won’t ever complain about being by the water. Something about it just feels so relaxing, speaks to me even.” Letting the sand run through their fingers, Saima takes a little heart in the way that they’ve had this close attachment to the water over the years.

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A;;  I see, “ Watanabe muttered softly, still affected by what she saw while she slept… She almost believed she was a penguin on rocket powered roller skates pulling Santa’s sleigh.

   “I hope it doesn’t take too much of a toll on you. It didn’t sound like a bad dream, just a weird one. And those have a way of sticking around for a bit.” They knew full well how an especially peculiar dream affected how one managed to proceed through the day.

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       the demon hovering around the much younger one circles them like a scarf, and mira’s reassured by what saima says. they wave a hand at the smoke draped around their shoulders.

         ❝ m’ mom. ❞

    “A pleasure to meet her, and you of course.” A nod of respect and greeting towards the pair of demons. “Seems nice to have that kind of guidance around on a regular basis.”