strawberrysakura:

mandate-of-hell:

_{The idea was not far off from what he needed. Normalcy. A subtle smile graced cherry lips as his chin lowered unto her shoulder. He leaned further over the view until tiers met with the curvature of her cheek. “I don’t need much from you.“ His tone was low, yet warm. That laxity that usually dripped from his being had faltered under a girl’s crush that had bloomed into something more.}

      ^{A subtle sigh would silently depart betwixt glossed folds, a gentle smile gradually finding it’s way upon her visage once more before orbs lowered to lock with onyx. "Then what do you need? After all, it is your birthday.” She inquired, curiosity lacing her intonation. An indolent guise having no significance any longer and instead, satisfaction became replaced.}

_{Affections exchanged, comfort dripping from their beings, he felt tranquility and contentment settling into his usually barraged mind. Extremities pulled away from her svelte anatomy, body shifting to finally face her. “That’s an elaborate question.” The answer escaped him, however the softness upon his guise should have said it all. “I need you.”}