ㅤ He’s spreading (late) holiday cheer to anyone who needs it. *✨ ㅤ

ᴏʜ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ғᴀᴅᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀs ᴡᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴜɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ғʀᴇᴇᴢᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴs. . . ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ sᴀɴᴄᴛᴜᴀʀʏ ᴏғ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑 #FGORP #MVRP

ㅤㅤ Yaaawn. . ㅤ

ㅤ Yawn. . ㅤ

|| if i'm never inactive here, can like this for my twt @s!

ㅤ "jiāngshī came from the hills, soaring through the air, to devour the infants of the people." ㅤ

ㅤ "No, no. Well. . naah, no." He'd shake his head after a moment's thought, snickering and tucking that charm away. "Just like that. Don't put too much thought into it, y'know?" ㅤ

ㅤ Phone flips shut, with a cheery smile and nod to the hero. “Mm! I love both. Granted, I’m no painter anymore than I am a photographer. But, it’s easier to capture during contracts.” He’ll share that view, stars drifting amidst irises as they admired the sight in full. ㅤ

ㅤ “They’re valuable time capsules, stories of their own. Different to paintings — not better, though. Just. . unique.” A clear and elegant answer returned; he was busy typing away at phone keys, admiring low-quality images. “What about it?” ㅤ

ㅤ “..Eh? What’s wrong with it?” A little pout, lifting that icy charm to give it a look-over. ㅤ

ㅤ Mh? [ glancing from his screen, blinking curious gaze to the mutterer. ] You say something? ㅤ

|| nam nam nam nam

ㅤ For the last time, I will NOT wear the maid outfit. ㅤ

ㅤ [ excited little selfies! he’s just found out about filters. his old phone can barely run them. . ] ㅤ

ㅤ [ snap! snap, flash! snap! 📸 ] ㅤ

ㅤ Yawn. . ( 💤 ) ㅤ

—— 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑦, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡. 𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠. ☆ #MVRP | #RPSky ☆ N/SFW ☆ Links / info below

|| oh yeah, ofc 18+ like this for the nsfw alt!

ㅤ Despite her words, he remained curious and wondering — he’d certainly ask about it later. But for now he’d accept her hand, the other moving to take a few of those bags off of hers. “Sweet. Can’t wait to see the place!” ㅤ

ㅤ “Mhm! I am!” A proud nod of his head breed with her, eyes still focused and patiently listening to all she’d say. He was in no rush, fully attentive while hands absentmindedly helped pack their meal. ㅤ

ㅤ “You’re toootally upset.” Bite taken, chewed, swallowed. . he’d wipe a thumb past his lips and nod; that was enough for him, so long as she approved. “Can just hold the rest as leftovers. . mh? Did I do something?” ㅤ

ㅤ “Mm?” Utterly confused by her reaction, he’d shrug it off with the next bite, wiping away as much blood remain on his arm before his next drink; now, lips had to chase spoonfuls as she glanced away. “Whatcha looking at?” ㅤ

ᅠ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴛʜᴇᴄᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴍᴜʟɪᴛɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᅠ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀↺+♡

ㅤ Mouth opened at her demand, a gentle hum heard before he’d start chewing at a comfortable pace. Then swallow, then sigh. “Of course not — that’s like. . cheating, almost, isn’t it? You don’t gotta worry about that, Lily.” ㅤ

ㅤ “C’mon, not anyone — egh. .” Pouting as food was set down following that strike, her lifting of cutlery saw intrigued blinks cast. He’d soon focus more on wiping down his bleeding arm as she sought to feed him. “You were hungry, and you looked sweet.” ㅤ

ㅤ “It was fun. Been a while since I’ve had someone eating a part of me.” A sigh, hand sat down again. He’d accept her offer, leaning to catch and drink from the offer. Then another bite. “‘Sides, you looked nice. Can eat from wherever you want, anyway.” ㅤ

ㅤ “Just sharing! I like eating with others. Makes the food more. .” A shrug. His arm, still stained and messy with its wounds, felt for another drink as he finished the first — wincing as he did. “‘Sides, you’re enjoying it, right?” ㅤ

ㅤ Interesting. ♡ ㅤ

ㅤ “Mh? You didn’t ask, is all. Assumed you’d just prefer a nameless little dinner bag, y’know?” Fingers delicately pressed food to her tongue each time, thumb daring to wipe away near the corner of her lips whenever mess stained. “Call me Rye, Lillian.” ㅤ

ㅤ It feels nice to be valuable. ( *✨ ) ㅤ

ㅤ A satisfied little hum agreed with her, and he’d take the next with a drink. Then once again offering a bite, enjoying the simple pattern and exchange despite her close stare. “Think I’m gonna try and run away or something, Lily?” ㅤ

ㅤ <— the best bag to ever do it. ㅤ

ㅤ “Lillian! Lily? Lillian. .” Testing her name on his lips, he’d accept both items, starting with that container — popped open, morsels plucked and chewed. “Mm. . tashtes cheap, really good. .” Long, satisfied sigh once swallowed; he’d offer a small piece of crab towards her. ㅤ

ㅤ “I’m gonna, I’m gonna — promise.” Starry eyes reassured with an almost amused smile at their corners. “How aboooouut. . anything seafood, and if I get your name, I’ll even have a drink with it. Fair trade?” ㅤ

ㅤ “C’monnn — I’m just having a bit of fun!” A huff as she’d leave — as if he could walk anywhere but into the floor for the next few minutes. By the time she returned, cigarette stub had been thrown aside and head tilted at her collection. “Mm? Whatcha get?” ㅤ

ㅤ Such sudden reaction earned laughter — and laughter earned some more dizziness, hand holding him up as he nearly toppled. “Jeez, awful way to let a guy down — might’ve cried if I could see straight. .” Cheerful regardless, he’d hold cigarette aside. “I’ll walk my best for ya, mhm?” ㅤ

ㅤ "Then, guess I'll just lay down 'til your next meal's ready?" Cigarette waggled towards her as she teased, then mimicking a pout as the other corner of his lips puffed smoke. "Are you asking me out to dinner, miss? It'd be kinda strange, since you just ate. Aaand I don't have your name." ㅤ