Three Men in a Boat º Shitennou
"Why do I have a feeling that chat won’t be about how incompetent he is?" Jadeite asked, sure the question was rhetorical. He knocked back his drink and poured himself another.
"And honestly it’s either you had something you wanted to discuss, or you were so desperate for company you filled our inboxes with messages."
Caspian snickered from where he was sitting, picking up the canister with the coffee, very much thankful for it and took a long sip of it. “You would wish for that type of chat.”
“I didn’t think that was just the only reason why you left so many messages. I’m with Jade on that one.”
Kuro scowled artfully at his shitennou, who had become so smart and clever, and much, much more sober than he in their time apart. In truth, there was no one reason to want to speak to Jadeite and Zoisite so much as an ever-increasing list.
It included Sailor Jupiter and Mars’ resistance to his advances, inducting Danburite into Endymion’s guard, Kousagi, Chibiusa, Usagi, what on their Earth could the senshi possibly be wearing under their uniforms, how the wedding was, Tokyo University’s roster of prenatural students, Beryl, Nephrite, Helios, training, sexual histories, and likely several favors he needed.
"No reason," he demurred with a shrug of his impossibly broad shoulders. He was lying, but he was too many drinks in to care anymore.
"It’s important we spend time together. Our prince and princess are counting on us to be able to work together whether they realize it or not."
6:42 pm • 1 September 2014 • 10 notes
Sorrowful Woods || Kunzite & Sailor Uranus
"We are always lost!" Said the oldest little boy, as casually as one would talk about the weather.
"When we close our eyes and sleep…" A tiny girl said. "We appear somewhere else." Said Lillya herself. "And the only way to stop that…" Told another kid - it was hard to point out the gender. "Is by breaking the spell."
How to break the spell?
"Should we tell them?" Lillya whispered to one of them. "No! If we tell them they won’t be mama and papa no more." "You’re right."
"We can’t tell you!" They spoke in unison as the trees moved excitedly with the turn out.
"You won’t find out." Unless, of course, they tried hard.
Kunzite was knowledgeable in basic defense maneuvers. That pushed a load off her mind. Trusting a man with her back was different, but Haruka was at least willing to give more trust than the average male that crossed her path.
"We need to avoid the trees." Uranus spoke on the wind so hopefully only Kunzite would hear. She scanned the forest, hoping for something to run too. Much cover and places to hide, but was that really true. She wanted to run. Hard and fast. "Can we break through on your side?"
Now how to break it to a horde of large children? Run and ask questions later? Parenting made her too soft, Uranus thought with some mental recoil.
He had never in this life heard anyone’s voice but his own on the wind; hadn’t even known there was another able to talk like this. The gravity of the situation tabled the discovery in lieu of a plan that would allow for them to be alive to discuss it later.
"I’m going to distract them. Take your chance when you can," he whispered back, running his eyes over the crowd of children, all gazing up at them expectantly. He glanced into Sailor Uranus’ eyes for a moment, comforted by the hardened veteran that looked back.
"Don’t think twice about leaving me behind."
Taking a deep breath, Kunzite bent down on one knee in front of the mob of little ones. His smile was as kind as any he had given Kousagi, and he looked oddly at home surrounded by so many children.
"Now, now," he chided gently, as though having caught them all with chocolate-chip stained fingers.
"There’s no lying to papa and mama. How can we help you if we don’t know how to break the spell, hmm?"
4:56 pm • 1 September 2014 • 13 notes
kunsaito said: [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol.
[text] A party? Really? How old are we?
[Text] hoshi doesn’t like parties?
11:26 am • 1 September 2014 • 2 notes
||*does literally only one reply* phew what a workout looks like somebody (me) deserves a hard earned break, and then it's back to writing
||*plays final fantasy tactics for seven hours grinding only no plot advancement*
11:13 am • 1 September 2014 • 5 notes
Moon Pies º Selene & Kuro
As though there was anyone around who knew him, Kuro glanced around briefly before perching beside his host.
"Excuse me for staring so rudely. I was jealous that you’ve the last of those cupcakes," he said with an apologetic smile.
"My name is Kuro Saito. I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance."
Selene watched him accept a treat with a satisfied smile, “You’re forgiven.” She appraised him as he introduced himself, “It’s a pleasure, I’m Selene… How do those taste?”
The term “melt in your mouth” came to mind, considering the moist crumbs of strawberryed cake, scented with the ghost of a vanilla bean dissolving over his tongue. The frosting was without a hint of a grain of sugar, lightly whipped to an airy consistency to exceed the cupcake’s lightness. Together, they were worth any number of transgressions, interrupting Selene being the least of them.
He swallowed with a dreamy smile, going a step further and boldly helping himself to one of the tea cups before him and serving himself.
"You must have exquisite taste, or excellent instincts for pastry. Either one is a gift. Are you here often?"
11:04 am • 1 September 2014 • 7 notes
(i lied last week, these are the last of the last to blossom in the garden, I swear. I would have taken more pictures but missy miss in the last picture had some kind of adamantium web and I couldn’t get the angles I really wanted)
10:17 am • 1 September 2014 • 1 note
Marzipan Treats - As Requested!
Swedish Princess Cake!
4:40 pm • 29 August 2014 • 144 notes