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[melocoton]

a new open post!
ACTIVE MUSES.

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give me the stars, sisi

[crystallomancy]

[ i thought about youkai coffeeshop au but decided i wanted something less thinky-thoughts, so morning after it is

Natsume wonders if he'll ever get used to waking up with someone else. It isn't like it happens that often, but it's been happening more often, and he blames the weather. It's just cold, so heading inside with Subaru to get warmed up for a bit is common sense. If it gets too late, then it's just natural he'd stay over. Subaru's a living space heater, so of course they'd have to strip down.

Subaru's fond of physicality - getting a little too touchy, a little too wound up, it just happens.

So waking up with him because it's cold, because he comes in, because he stays the night, because they share a bed, ah, well. It can't be helped, and Natsume traces the marks they've left on one another (easy to hide under clothes, naturally), connecting them as if they're constellations.

He rarely ever gets caught, but it's probably about time that he does, looking actually content for reasons that aren't linked to being an idol or something shady. The second Subaru starts stirring, Natsume closes his eyes and pretends to still be asleep. Poorly, because he never usually has to do this and he remembers, too late, that sleeping people still breathe, and it comes out in a sharp breath instead of the relaxed, easy one that it should be.

don't doxx him xoxoxo ]

one day he'll have more icons but not today (post extras)

[mobaejun]

[ it's been a long time since anyone's been able to lay a finger on mobei-jun, let alone wound him. but the southern swarms are annoying for a reason, which is the only reason he's been left with so many scars across his entire left side - his arm, his chest, the side of his cheek. he looks more like he's been dragged down a mountain, and worse yet, he's feverish. it's the worst part about the southern swarms - they always leave burns from their high velocity, flame based movements, and while mobei-jun would've loved to force someone else to take this, frankly none of the other demons fighting in luo binghe's court would have been able to handle it - save lord luo himself.

he hates being feverish. he'd rather be poisoned. at least that sort of discomfort doesn't leave him sweaty.

it takes an embarrassing amount of effort then to open a portal back to his castle, stumbling through it until he can grab onto a wall. he's not entirely sure what room in the castle he's ended up in, but he knows he's in the northern-most wing - the rooms that he and shang qinghua live in, where no servant would dare to spend time in past required duties. it reduces the chances for having to kill someone.

if he succeeded in getting back to his own chambers he'd feel cooler, but when he looks around he sees he is very clearly in shang qinghua's instead. no wonder he doesn't feel any better - he's got the fireplace going while he works on his writing. go figure. ]