Don’t get me started on their clothes… their tastes in clothes doesn’t change anything, they still are the best, okay.
Don’t tell them I said that.

Friendly. With a name like ‘Death Mask’ I’m sorry but he sounds nothing but friendly.

fourth-but-foremost:

oeil-de-poisson replied to your post: Yo! Magick anon here to fuck yo shit up! For the next few days you’ll lust after FIORE!! MWAHAHAHAHA! ;*

WHO IS THIS IDIOTIC ANON I’M GOING TO STAB HIM — no hard feelings Fiore, baby.

I think someone is jealous and it’s not who I’m used to seeing being that way. »

I-I’m not jealous I’m thinking about Zoisite’s feelings here…

Weeell I did and you were nowhere to be seen! You spend the day with this weird crab of yours again rather than visiting, don’t you?

TC kicked me out and as it’s late I’m going to sleep. Sorry for leaving like this! ;w;

easytheretigerseye:

Tiger’s Eye blushed. He gazed down at Fisheye, actually looking fairly shy. This was because he had honestly been caught off guard. Whenever Fisheye was sweet, it melted his heart. He could feel his love for him bursting in his chest. What an awfully wonderfulfeeling it was. His eyes darted away as a small pout appeared.

“Yeah. I thought you forgot all about me.” He said in a childish tone. However, he couldn’t hold up the facade for long and smiled warmly. “It’s okay, Fish. I understand. Honest.” His eyes fell upon Fisheye once he felt him rest his head against his shoulder. He wondered if he could hear how loud his heart was thumping now. He was reluctant to pull away, deciding he would leave it up to Fisheye to withdraw. How odd was it that he felt like the world around them had disappeared.

“Like one could forget about you at all.” Fish Eye mumbled with a fake hurt tone, taking one step back to look at Tiger’s Eye properly, both of his hands on his hips.

“I guess I have to make up for my silence anyways. Let’s say… we’ll do whatever you want today, go wherever you want - and I will follow without even complaining.” (that was something.) “How about it?”

He made his most charming smile, going to Tiger’s Eye’s side to take his arm in both of his.

what-a-witch:

Looking up from her coffee, Cyprine gave him a soft smile, “No, I didn’t wait very long. Please, take a seat.” She gestures to the seat across from her at the outdoor table, then frowns. “Oh, I don’t believe you ever told me your name. Mine’s Paris. Paris DuBois.”

Taking another drag off her cigarette, the witch observes him— damn, he really was quite lovely. “How do you do that? You look even prettier than I do, today.” It was hard for her to remember that this person /was/ indeed male, especially when he just looked so damned /gorgeous/ like that. “You could be a model,” she observed absently.

<But being a model is terrible— frustrating, depressing…>

She sips on her coffee and gives her another smile, “Would you like something to drink? As I said, my treat.”

“Paris, is it?” Such a lovely name! Fish Eye reached for his bag, taking a business card from it to hand it to the woman.
“I’m Djibril; Uminari Djibril.” He winked, always happy to receive compliments. “You’re quite the cutie too! I’m actually a model, you know. For a new brand, Été indien. It’s not well known yet so there’s a lot of work to do for the promotion but it can be a lot of fun. We’re always looking for new models, if you’re interested.”

He joined her at the table, waving at the waiter to order a cappuccino.