requiem-of-blades:

“Alright, I guess. Nothing unusual happening here, just the same old being surrounded by idiots.”

“Anything on your end?”

“I should’ve guessed as such, hehe~”

“Not much over here either, just the usual insanity at my place, really.”

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

showmethehotpods:

“That was not blushing. Gods do not blush, we only change colors when we’re pissed off.” Can we just not talk about reaper blushing for once goddamn it. 

“Hey, can you blame me? I get a real kick out of shit like this, people gettin’ manipulated to act all different. Especially when it’s happening to other people. Especially when it happens to the nice guys.” 

“Liar, but whatever, I’m just sayin’ there was definitely some blushin’ goin’ on~”

“‘Thought you would, I knew you’d be one of those types to like messin’ with people’s heads. Nice, huh? I’ll be takin’ that as a compliment in a way.”

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

“Of course you would, Gigsy boy.” Huffs. “Well, I guess you deserve your fun, since I had mine a few days back when I made you blush like a lil’ girl~” Laughs.

requiem-of-blades:

“The fuck happened- no, let me guess. Grey faces, right?”

He sighed a bit. He wasn’t exactly bothered, merely confused.

Why be bothered? It was the same person.

“Yeah, I’m sorta stuck like this for two days, apparently…”

He smiled, glad that Squalo didn’t seem all that weirded out. At least one of them wasn’t…

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

requiem-of-blades:

Confused as shit shark expression.

“… …”

Oh shit…

“Uh…Hi, Sharky…”

Wow it was weird saying that in this voice, bluh.

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

Grown rogue (Open RP/M!A RP)

requiem-of-blades:

Perhaps it was because they were both a train wreck that Squalo stopped really caring if he ran right into a wall with his own stupid actions. What was the point in treading on thin ice and worrying about something breaking when it was already broken in the first place? He was too cautious trying to use, or understand, ‘emotions’ as anything more than a fucking burden. Even when people tried to tell him otherwise, even when people did manage to create a general happiness in him and make him feel like everything that he fought against wasn’t worth all the pressure that it placed on him. Sometimes he could be easier. Sometimes he could just let go and allow someone to lead him. Sometimes he did understand when things were in his best interest. But for the most part, he was a leader, he was a man in control, even when he was completely out of it. Whether his mind still latched so sanity or not, the shark was determined to make something of this spontaneous moment. And what he planned to make was a fucking statement that this girl, this woman, wouldn’t be allowed to take back. She was stuck with her decisions, and so was he. He’d be damned as to be so fickle to throw her against a wall and have her cower beneath him that none of this ever happened.

He didn’t really think about time, he wasn’t used to these things. He made a big deal of himself, but he was pretty fucking green, and he wasn’t able to accept this as being a side of himself. He wrote it off as just a instinctual reaction from hormones that you couldn’t fucking control, something selfish with no meaning. Because for the most part, that’s all he’d ever seen. That was how the brat prince treated people, that was how, until recently, his boss had treated people. That was how it was accepted to treat people, as nothing more than a fulfillment of some physical desire and some longing for absolute control. Sure, the latter sounded good in his book, but he didn’t want to become that person. He didn’t want to loose himself to pleasures and distractions and fucking up all of his own ideals. He was a NOBLE man. And he was also loyal. These two qualities meant that he would make a decisions and stick with it and would do his best to follow through with a promise, even when he felt that the other party no longer deserved that from him. He said something. He did something. He would see it to the end without taking shortcuts or backing out or trying to lie his way out of it. That’s just the man that he was.

And while that part of himself was something most people would applaud, there were plenty of problems with him. He was arrogant, he was controlling, he was a loud-mouthed jerk who couldn’t hold their tongue and said the harshest things to others. He had a short-temper, he had a bit of a sexist attitude, he had an uncontrollable, predatory side of him that couldn’t stop once it had been triggered. He was a mess of a man with plenty of regrets, but none that he would admit. He was a jerk with a thousand insults, but none he would curb. And despite what he SAID that he was willing to do, getting to that point was hard. Admitting anything to himself, admitting that he cared, or he was worried, or he wanted to do something for anyone else: trying to be anything but the selfish and self-concerned man that he was, it was hard. It didn’t happen often. People were fucking LUCKY to see it at all. And an extent like this? An extent that kept his rough arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers curling into the thin fabric of her shirt? Even he would have called you crazy if you told him he’d end up like this. With anyone. With anyone other than a residual memory.

There was a softness to the shark’s eyes, something that few people had seen, but something so honest, something that encompassed several emotions he’d sworn to himself. There was warmth. There was fear. There was pain. And there was happiness. Whatever was the most dominant was anyone’s guess, but the grip that had once seen dominant and possessive was loosened, the hand, false as it was, resting just barely against the grimdark’s waist, as if he was afraid to touch her. His shoulders relaxed, and for a moment, his eyes closed. For a moment he forgot. Forgot what he was doing, forgot his own misgivings, forget where they were: just forgot everything but this odd feeling. This sense of peace with himself. This sense of peace with his decision. Breath fading, the shark pulled away, the light ‘smack’ of release and a few pants to catch the lost air back. A few moments to catch himself back.

He left his hand there, left her close, and stared at her for what seemed like a while. Even if just a few seconds passed, he watched her eyes for any signs of regret. For any signs of spite or hatred. For any signs of rejection. Any signs that would make him leave, because he would. Give the word, and this never happened. But there was nothing. Nothing but that warmth. Such a weird as hell thing, really. How he’d spent his whole life making people cold. Making them lifeless. And now this. He left a small sigh escape before a tired smile found it’s way to his face, a light chuckle following. He’d had enough of fighting. Just for a minute. Just for a minute..

He let his head lean against her own before forming the words to his lips, his right hand hovering, tempted, but he didn’t act on anything. He was out of fucking actions for the moment. There was only so much he’d give in a short amount of time. Especially this early in the game. Especially when she was… well she was like this. He’d forgotten during this exchange that her form had changed. And if he would have thought about it, he’d probably have felt guilty for one reason or another. But he didn’t. Squalo didn’t need anymore fucking complications. “Too bad…” He mumbled, letting his voice return from a light, teasing air, to a serious, flat tone. “You probably won’t even remember any of this, or whatever. Stupid fucking magic. Grey faces make everything worse.”

It didn’t matter to Roxy when it came to another persons stability, but she couldn’t deny that she appreciated having someone that shared a similar level of the opposite, not that she’d ever wish it upon them. It made her at ease knowing she didn’t have to tip toe around things or feel like she was forcing her own problems on someone. She never had a problem with showing her emotions, whether it be bad or good, although at times she had to fight them back for another’s sake. Making someone happy, feel at ease, or even loved, that’s what she enjoyed the most, even if it ended up back-firing on her in the end. Perhaps its because she lacked that in her own life normally or it truly was what made her happiest, either way she wanted to ensure that those she met were at least the tiniest bit happier themselves. But that didn’t mean that this kindness stretched throughout, not at all. There were those she despised, truly hated, which in itself meant something, and not without plausible reason. Two villains being at the top of the short, mental hate list she had. There was a line to her, and those who miraculously crossed it had to deal with the other, almost unseen, side of the grimdark. When she made a decision, especially one like this, it wasn’t taken lightly despite her reckless demeanor. She was aware of what she was getting into, to an extent, and hoped he knew what he was being brought into as well. There was only so much that could be said about her situation right now, the rest had yet to be shown.

The fact that he, who she’d guessed was new to this entire thing, was being so forward to her of all people made her all the happier. There was a underlining fear that it was her form, not her herself, that was causing this uncharacteristic situation. The thought of that nearly made her want to stop the kiss to ask if it was true or not. But she didn’t. She didn’t want it to end just yet. So what if she was being a bit greedy for once? Was it really so bad to trip over her morals for right now? It wasn’t like it was all that bad if it were just for her looks…maybe. She shooed that thinking away, focusing back on the man in front of her. Besides, he didn’t seem to be the type of guy to only go for appearances, anyway. The woman couldn’t believe that this seemingly cold and withdrawn man was holding her like this, kissing her nearly senseless. Which was probably deserved for her endless teasing.

She had her eyes locked onto his, looking at the swarming emotions they held, wondering if she was mirroring them. It made that odd flutter in her chest return and she felt herself smile into the kiss. Feeling his hold on her loosen, she brought her hands up from his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck lightly, pulling him closer. Her eyes closed only moments before his, relaxing fully into the kiss and letting herself get lost in it. When he pulled away, before she could frown at the lost, she realized why. She forgot breathing was rather important. Panting lightly, the rogue fluttered her eyes open, a lazy, content smile on her lips.

Faded black met pale blue and, despite their darkness, showed nothing but the light warmth she felt right now. Happy, content, at peace, whatever this feeling was, it was reflected in her eyes that would, to anyone else, seem eerie and lifeless. Ever since the beginning of her situation, since becoming grimdark, Roxy had always thought she’d spook everyone away, and the thought of something like this happening…Well, it was near non-existent at the time. A quiet giggle met his chuckle, her smile not leaving.

Another giggle escaped her when he leaned against her, her smile widening. Watching his lips absently, she read them with ease, brightening the blush already dusting her cheeks. Using her arms, which were still positioned around his neck, she brought herself closer in a attempt at an embrace. Hearing his comment made her smile drop, being replaced by not a frown of realization, but a pout at the change of tone. “Way to ruin a moment, Squal,” She commented halfheartedly before sighing. “Maybe, but if I do forget…you could always remind me~” Without this magic, the hacker doubted she would have had the confidence to go through with this, so the suggestion was a bit of a push for her ‘younger’ self. “Oi, technically I’m a grey-face, to.” She feigned hurt, but the smirk that returned probably gave her away.

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

requiem-of-blades:

Even if this was her, he wasn’t about to fucking bend over and be cute, he still had his dignity. He gave a swat at her hand, continued to move back until he could jump nimbly back to his feet. Least this fucking cat form had some use to it.

“Cut that out already, I’m not some pet!” He whined, making sure she kept a good distance from his fucking ears.

Roxy begrudgingly pulled away her hand, avoiding the swat. She let out a childish huff and frowned as he kept backing away, walking up to him again once he stood.

“I know you aren’t, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop.” She stated rather matter-of-factly, glaring up at him because damn their height difference, she couldn’t reach ‘em!

requiem-of-blades:

 tipsygrimdrunk SAID: “SO I’VE BEEN TOLD, HEH~” SHE LAUGHED LIGHTLY, WALKING UP TO THE OTHER WITH A BIT OF A DEVIOUS SMILE. HESITATING ONLY FOR A MOMENT, SHE REACHED UP TO SCRATCH BEHIND THE OTHER’S FLUFFY CAT EARS, NOT BEING ABLE TO RESIST.

——

“Don’t you even fucking dar-“

Too late.

And there was another uncontrolled string of purrs at the grim dark’s touch, and a quickly displeased Squalo who jumped quickly out from underneath her hand as much as he could will himself to, lowering his ears flat against his head in defiance of this bullshit.

The loud purr caught her off guard a bit, but it quickly brought a smirk to her face, finding it way too cute. Could you blame her, really? She gave a ‘hmph’ and pout at him moving away, only to reach out and pet his head with a giggle.

Oh, you weren’t getting away from this, Squalo.

Grown rogue (Open RP/M!A RP)

requiem-of-blades:

The odd balance worked in his favor as well, considering the problem he had with so many people in his environment is they were too similar. They all had egos, all had to keep up some sort of mask to impress and flaunt themselves for the same of it. All had tendencies, all had slipping morals, and they were a fucking mess of an existence to anyone from the outside. But she had herself together, even when it seemed like her world would crash down on top of her, it was something that he noticed. Whether it was a mask or not, she was perfectly contained, and there was something that balanced her on top that precipice. Whatever there was, some odd connection between the two, he didn’t really think about it anymore, more that he accepted it as an unstated fact. There was something, and it was a magnetic pull that he felt to want to continue to be near this woman, to continue to drive that little glimmering grin onto her rather rosy lips, to continue to- well, plenty.

The return of his rather willful actions wasn’t something he was surprised about, but she still manage dot catch him off guard after he’d been playing face to try and get out of it, and he found his form stiffening at the soft kiss, feeling himself lean into it, but a little late, as her form moved back again and a low growl settled in his throat. Damnit, why the fuck did she stop? And why did he even care about that. He was completely rejecting of all this contact, even trying to make it mean nothing out of himself. Maybe it was her form, maybe it was because she was being just as forward and seemed to have gotten out of some sort of barrier they’d both been traversing behind. He didn’t know. He could only figure one thing of this odd situation in his narrowed silver eyes - he didn’t fucking want it to stop.

“You know you really like to fucking push things… You’re going to regret that one day.” He mumbled, the teasing tone to his voice, but there was a hint of serious as well, as his expression had formed from a passively mocking smirk into a calm and calculating gaze. It wasn’t so playful anymore, and he didn’t feel as lightly unconcerned as he had before. There was almost some misdirected anger, at himself for feeling so loose and out of control. He curbed these habits, always fucking had, because he told himself he didn’t care about these things. Who the hell needed them? What were they good for? What were other people good for, especially some woman that he kept on tugging back into his space? It was like a fucking see-saw, and his mind couldn’t decided how much he hated everything at the moment and how much he loved it, so the meter whirred back and forth for a while. She would probably get scared by the darkened look on his face, how he seemed to be stewing in his own anger as he contemplated.

And then the meter just snapped.

A rather gruff arm reached out, moving around the slim waist of the older grimdark, dragging her form back in and locking it in place, refusing to let either of them try and pull away from anything. His eyes flickered between two expressions, an odd, soft adoration, and a hard, confused hatred, still at himself. He didn’t really notice if her form was close enough to touch his, he probably wouldn’t fucking notice if he forced them together like a couple of fucking sardines. He didn’t notice anything. He was beyond thinking, really. “Be careful what you wish for…” The smirk did return at that, a little playfulness back in his eyes, like a sigh of relief. It remained through his actions, giving her form another yank closer and pressing, albeit more slamming, his lips back to hers. A much brasher kiss, more of a ‘fuck it I give up’ than an experiment like that last one. And he held her there. This time he didn’t pull back. Not unless she shoved him away, probably.

The grimdark didn’t think of herself as all together half the time, more of a train wreck skillfully covered up, not wanting others to see and worry. She’d been independent most of her life, helping others since she was first able to and declining when asked if she needed any. It was a part of her she never noticed, the trait coming so naturally it was unseen by her. A good trait at times, yes, but troublesome when it’s taken advantage of, or when she’s truly in need of help. Neither of those needed to be worried over with him since he wouldn’t use her kindness against her and had already proven he wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to her hurt. Hell, he wouldn’t even ask. Not that she really minded, despite her childish protests, it was just a stubborn habit of hers. The hacker couldn’t place just exactly what drew her to the assassin and has given up trying to place it by now. The answer was plain to see but she refused to admit it outright, at least right now. The kisses seemed to act as a silent agreement for that, anyway. But if it required a bit more for the idea to get across…well, you wouldn’t see her complaining.

Feeling him stiffen up at the kiss sent a pang of worry through her, but only for a moment because next he was leaning into it, regretfully as she pulled away. It would of been longer, but it was a bit of revenge for the peck that happened too fast for her to think, let alone respond. The woman held back a chuckle at the growl, knowing she was already in deep water for the teasing kiss. Even if it was for her benefit, parting the kiss so soon still left her with regret, wanting to go for it again and stay for a good while- Gah, there goes that pull again. It was a known fact that she lived off affectionate displays, smooching being her favorite of them but they never went more than a friendly peck at best. So, why was she craving more from the shark? That mental question made her head lower just enough to hide her lips behind the wool fabric of her scarf, knowing if she didn’t do that her hand would reach up to do it for her. She’d look like a blushing schoolgirl and she didn’t want to look ridiculous in this form, or in this situation.

“I know~ Possibly…but I don’t right now, hehe~” She giggled, giving an honest smile. It faltered slightly at his change of expression, that worry bubbling up in her again. Perhaps it wasn’t best to keep pressing on with the teasing… She shook it off, deciding to let it go, remembering that yeah this wasn’t a normal thing he was use to. Not that she was use to it, at least not on these terms, never having gotten to kiss the only other crush(oh god, she really does sound like a kid asdf-) she’d ever had for obvious reasons. Wasn’t like she was going to deny this situation, though. No way, she was enjoying it to much, even though she still had no clue what she was doing, her mind not in control as of right now. At least it seemed to be in more order than his, knowing what she wanted, just not the how or why. On her mental meter, it was stuck between question marks, flicking back and forth from one to another. His expression didn’t scare her but did worry her, making her wish that devious smirk would come back soon.

Well, she got her wish, or wishes in this case. Roxy gave a start as she was pulled forward by a arm around the waist, giving the other a slightly startled look. Again with the changing expressions, this time the former made her perk up and a shy smile appear on her face. The sudden pull had made her hands go in front of her out of instinct, and were now resting on his shoulders, only causing a small space between their forms. There was the smirk again, thankfully, and it made her smile grow into one as well. That was, until the yank and rash kiss made her give a small, surprised noise in the back of her throat. Despite the roughness, she felt herself melt into the kiss after a moment, responding happily, although a bit more gently. The rogue noticed he didn’t seem to be planning on pulling away anytime soon, not that she wanted him to. Her hands gripped onto his jacket, pulling a tad bit closer, she wasn’t planning on pulling away, either.

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

Grown rogue (Open RP/M!A RP)

requiem-of-blades:

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t take that well. I give people reason, but that doesn’t mean people just fight back against me.” He replied, a darkened grin sliding across his face, the fangs of his teasing, devious nature, though still playful but quite poignant at the moment, showing through in parted lips as a low chuckle vibrated. He led people on in the games he played, like to make them think they stood a chance, but he knew better. He’d never be outdone, not unless he was dying out on the floor but even in his final breath, the last comment would be his. And it would be fucking burned into the memory of everyone that had ever met him. Like he’d ever be snuffed out like a light- no, too many close times to say he was so comfortable with a silent end anymore. And even in a less fatal sense, he just couldn’t go out quietly. Not even when it was quite fucking deserved.

Her observations of him were further than his own, as most of his reactions would come from a subconscious that didn’t know how to be blocked from the mental restraints he put around himself. He didn’t even realize the ‘whys’ with these sort of things most of the time, he just brushed them off, because thinking of these odd ways he treated her only left him a confused mess in some corner, fighting between two sides of himself. He didn’t like tearing off the mask he wore, not on purpose. Sometimes it just seemed to fall off, and she was better at cracking the code than most. Better at reading him. Something about this woman he just couldn’t ALLOW himself to place that would shatter his predatory urges.

“Admit and state the bare facts are two different things, woman. You’ll never get me to admit anything.” He replied, noting that she was holding her own. Made this all the more interesting, though anyone that past them would read the air in a completely different manner. He was tempted now, tempted for many… experiments, perhaps, in this odd little silence that had been built around them. No one to judge him, and even himself, who was the most judgmental person he knew, seemed to be elsewhere at the moment. Those irritable little bugs that hovered in his brain and directed his thoughts along certain paths seemed to have left him to think freely. Maybe he was just losing the chain a bit, playing around with life. Or maybe this was his subconscious driving him to something it believed that he wanted. And maybe he did want it. Maybe it would mean nothing. Maybe he was just winning the game and playing the checkmate and that was all the explanation.

Your guess was as good as his.

But for a moment long enough to act, the shark just thought ‘well, why the fuck not’. If she was baiting, as he could assume by her forward movements (quite literal ones) she had something in mind. More than those indecisive words were stating. And if she wasn’t going to well, he was ALWAYS a man to act. He didn’t like sitting around and waiting for others to come up with the answers, he merely did what he wanted. “So do I… Roxy.”

If speaking her name directly wasn’t an indication enough that he chose to think different for a split second, the even shorter, but still, for him, notable contact of lips was. Couldn’t really call it a kiss, more a peck. As if to say ‘you’re move’ as he stepped away from her forms, removing the hand from the tree but being sure to bump her shoulder as he pulled his arms back around his chest, smirking widely to himself before looking off in another direction, seemingly nonchalant. Like it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Even if the restrictive half of him was screaming bloody murder in his ear.

“That’s not really all that fair, now is it?” Roxy commented, her lower lip sticking out in a pout, not fazed by the other’s rather dark tone. For some reason it made her want to giggle lightly, finding it amusing how he could switch from their casual talk to this which such ease. It was odd, the things she found entertaining about the other, since they contradicted with her so much. Where he was violent, she was caring. He was pessimistic while she was optimistic. They seemed to balance each other out quite well, finding even ground. They were complete opposites and yet, here they were, staring each other down with an odd tension between then. To anyone walking by, it looked as if they were at each other’s throats in a heated argument. Well…that wasn’t exactly the case here.

“Well, that’s no fun, now is it? Choose your words well, or I might just take it as a challenge~” Too late for that, long ago it was added to her mental list of goals involving the shark, another part of her side of the field, another thing she was determined to win. It was just a matter of waiting and baiting at this point. This small game of their’s seems to have been going on for awhile, but the woman couldn’t recall when it started, really. Not that it mattered in the end. It would keep going until one of them budged and went for it, which made her think that she had initiated the final round. The thought made her smile inwardly, knowing the assassin always liked being the one to start things, but kept quiet about it…for now. Right now she was fighting the urge to step back once more, her confidence dwindling as her head(not the voices but her common sense) was yelling at her ‘what are you doing’. It was too late to back down, anyway.

A small, quick peck on the lips ensured that. The grimdark felt her face heat up instantly, not expecting him to go for it without a thought, but that expectation seemed redundant now. She fought to keep her smirk and stand her ground, refusing to back away and hide her face in her scarf. It’d mean he won. Besides, she needed to return the favor.

The blushing woman let out a breath she had been holding before stepping towards the man once again, a bit irked by his casual demeanor. She hesitantly grabbed his chin lightly with a gloved hand, turning him just enough to face her, before landing a small kiss on his lips, lingering a bit longer than he had. She stepped away, leaning back against the tree again, a coy, challenging smile on her reddened, grey face. Her mind was currently flipping out at what, and still was, occurring,and no doubt was going to catch up to her later on.

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

Grown rogue (Open RP/M!A RP)

requiem-of-blades:

“I don’t like letting people enjoy something in my expense, even if I happen to enjoy that person’s company. You wouldn’t want to give me reasons to just leave you out here and refuse to associate you, wouldn’t you?” Though such a threat was completely empty, as Squalo wasn’t really as bothered as he made himself out to be and he wouldn’t just ditch her or something. He was just childish in the way that he made a big deal out of small things when they would concern his pride. He clung so tightly to it that it became a bit of a hassle when he was trying to just play around with someone. He was damn good at teasing, just really shitty at receiving it. He loved to make other people stung by his words, but he wasn’t exactly immune to the words that were tossed back. Only if he was able to turn an insult on his heel was he satisfied, which was the case when dealing with hot blooded men, like that bastard reaper. A cunning and calm woman, that was different.

Besides, he wasn’t even out to insult her or demean her, or make her feel like shit. He couldn’t play his usual harsh games, not that she couldn’t take them but because it didn’t feel right to act like that to someone he tried to care about in a more open and traditional way. He treated his ‘friends’ with a violent respect that was shared, this sense of ‘I can do anything to you and you to me and no matter what we say, the other is okay with it’. The relationship between the two of them was more.. complicated than such a simple and barbaric lifestyle the shark was accustomed to, so he felt like he was just treading on glass. It dug into him and it dug into her and they both ended up upset over something completely stupid. Which was why he was trying to simply destroy the game before it go too bad. Basically, he was a sore loser and was flipping the chessboard off the table in hopes that she didn’t remember where all the pieces were and he could cheat a little. Or she gave up. That too.

He could tell though, that he may have returned a few of his pieces to the board. The ‘space’ seemed to be bothering here, which entertained him in a bit. Though, he couldn’t say he was perfectly comfortable, it was only because he didn’t stop to think about it that he could be so close to her. He moved to place a hand against the tree, close to her face, enough so that his fingers barely brushed against a few loose strands of hair. The flush of her cheeks was lightly reflected on his own, but he refused to dwell on that and start losing the game again. “Though I guess I’m being too harsh. Not that I don’t respect that you’re trying, or that I’m sure you have some truthful leverage in there. I’m just fucking stubborn. You should know well enough. What then… are you going to do about it?”

He was actually curious to see what this cunning woman would try. He knew that she was capable of very…interesting results. He couldn’t name that as a positive or a negative, though, so the question did come with a set of risks.

“It’s not like I’m hurtin’ anythin’, just tryin’ to get a lil’ payback is all~ No…” ‘But you know if you did, I might just come and bug you more.’ She left the last thought to herself, purposely leaving out the obvious. He wouldn’t really leave her out in the cold, this much she was certain of, but she gave an honest answer, free of a sassy comment, anyway. It’d just cause another sass-off, and the woman currently wasn’t in the best position for a victory, quite literally. Sure, they’re little quarrels were no-doubt fun and light-hearted, but losing them still irked her, being use to having the upper hand when it came to flirtation and having a quick-tongue. It was one of the only advantages she had over others, so the fact that the shark was able to so easily counter them and get one over on her was frustrating, especially because she wanted to get even for all of his wins. Him not throwing them back, however, confused and elated her, seeing at least a little hope of victory in that.

Maybe it was just optimistic observation on the grimdark’s part, but the normally rash and loud assassin always seemed to be kinder towards her. He still seemed to keep up his normal demeanor but she was slowly noticing how he acted around her and around others, the ‘mini Lord’ being a prime example for comparison. She had yet to be stabbed for her sass, yet to be yelled at(fully) for her teasing, and not pushed away at the few(she told herself they were only friendly) kisses she gave him. Because of that, the woman became even more confused and felt that damn fluttering feeling in her chest again. ‘Shit….’ It didn’t bug her as much as that feeling, their little tug and pull of words, but it usually led to it, always led to them getting into a situation like this. Well, not exactly like this one.

This was different. The closeness was new, that was for sure, not to mention reminded her of a sappy love story- Nope, lose that train of thought right now, it’s totally not like that- She held back a quiet ‘eep’ at the hand near her head, able to feel a few white hairs fall slightly from under it. ‘Oh, come on, that’s not fair!’ She mentally complained, the flush on cheeks increasing from his comment. ‘Fe…it’s more of a challenge…dammit.’ Shaking her head to clear her head and the snow in her hair, the hacker tried her best at her normal, devious smirk. Moving her head away from the other’s hand slightly, if only to free her hair fully, she waited a moment before tilting her head, purposely leaning it against him again. A small gesture, yes, but paired with her smirk and blush it worked in her favor quiet well. “So you admit I got you, at least just a lil’ bit~? I know, and you know I can be, to. So I guess were at a bit of a stand-still, hm? Well…”

She moved forward, stepping away from the tree, so she was face to face with the other, even closer now. The devious smirk grew along with her blush, however, her eyes looked at him expectantly. Oh no, she wasn’t going for it just yet, as much as she wanted to. He was the one that started this thing, he was going to be the one to pick what was next. A silent challenge from her, really. “I do have an idea or two…”

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

Grown rogue (Open RP/M!A RP)

requiem-of-blades:

“At least you have the sentiment.” He mumbled, a bitter tone to his thoughts as he started to pace the area, unable to stand still as he voiced himself, having to process the ideas through motion, as he was a man of action. He always thought better when his physical being was subconsciously focused on something else; it kept his eyes from closing or his mind from becoming too law and unmotivated. He knew that the shitty situations weren’t something he’d change, and spending his whole life in a vault of complaints was only going to increase that little misery dial, so he might as well take that damned high road and try and find a positive. Which was easier said than done, considering she had him on the ropes and was slowly dragging him forward and typing the fucking knot so tight that his arms were going numb.

He gave a shark growl at her laughter, signaling that while he never had intentions of harm he wasn’t going to be her little stage show of anger to become so jolly over. Alright, so she was a little fucking older. Well, big deal. Sure, there was an initial shock to the matter, but he was still the same proud, un-defeatable man that he’d always been, so he’d be damned at such a simple little thing winning him over. Now that he’d calmed himself, he was able to find the reality of the situation and the fact that, while this was something new, it was only temporary. It didn’t change their relationship or the positions in it that he’d set out. He had concluded that her mind was no different, only her form. he doubted she could pull something out from the future and whip it at him. Even HE had more knowledge of events that in one timeline, were or even would be, depending on how that mass of a ‘doomed effort’ was looked at.

“Have fun with them, but don’t think you’re getting any special privileges or that you’re sitting pretty, woman.” He noted, finding his center again and the more neutral scowl settled upon his lips. He COULD humor her, let her run him around a few paths for a while, if he was a lesser man. No, that would be admitting that she stirred him, and that she might be able to flip the control in the future, and he’d be damned allowing that little optimism. He moved to hover over her again, arms crossed over his chest as he took in her form, committing to himself that she wasn’t going to effect him so simply and that being this close was nothing more than a fluke earlier.

“Mhm..” She hummed in response, letting her head lull down a bit as the other stomped back and forth in front of her in thought. The hacker let herself relax and her mind wander here and there while the rain guardian paced about. She had always preferred quiet thinking to anything else, it didn’t give away her thoughts and, in some cases, put others on edge when she smirked after awhile, assuming she’s scheming. Most of the time her true thoughts were on trivial things like chores and future adventure ideas, purposely giving off the aloof look just for the reactions it caused. She did have the smarts to scheme if she wished but she left that for messing with anyone who crossed her’s computers. Despite her positive and caring personality, she DID have a devious nature to her when provoked, which was somewhat rare compared to when that nature showed because of interest. Like now, for instance, the fact that she had the other nearly wrapped around her finger made her smirk inwardly.

At the growl, her laughter died down to a soft giggle, nonetheless entertained by it. Roxy held back a complaint and pout when it seemed he wasn’t playing along anymore, not wanting to look so childish in her current state. For one, it’d look ridiculous, and two, it’d ruin her edge over him. Although the latter seemed to be happening on it’s own, much to her frustration. Hey, it was one of the few, possibly the first, times she was on higher ground and she wanted to at least keep the scales tipping in her favor a little longer. The rogue tapped colored nails against her crossed arms in slight agitation, finding it frustrating that her form didn’t give more of an advantage other than her appearance, at least a memory or two that wasn’t clouded would be nice. She brought a hand up to rub her temple, a vain attempt to clear her head and see the memories better.

“Aw, do you really think I’m that kinda gal, Squal? I’m hurt.” A sarcastic pout fell on her lips. The fact that he wasn’t playing their little game anymore almost made the expression genuine. From what she’s seen and the few memories that could be deciphered, that little optimism was already surfacing on it’s own. “Boo, you’re no fun, Sharky, not lettin’ me enjoy this a bit…” The grimdark complained lightly, opening her previously closed eyes, the first thing seen being he was looming over her once more. The surprise and sudden closeness made her flush increase and try to step back, away from the gaze, only to remember the tree behind her. Dammit, not again…

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

Grown rogue (Open RP/M!A RP)

requiem-of-blades:

“Anything those grey faces try with me is in some way a little ploy to see my miserable and suffering on the ground. I can list a few times they nearly got me fucking killed, OR EVEN FUCKING EATEN.” He snapped on the last part, growling harshly under his breath as he placed a hand on his head to calm the incessant pounding that accorded whenever he got stressed over something he repressed. It wasn’t exactly fun to be their little playboy, and his spiteful attitude made it all the more joyous to find some way to stab at his weak points and drive a knife under his skin. Whether his form was changed or he was forced to spill his thoughts out like fucking word vomit, he’d never met a grey face he liked. Even when they were burying him in some half-assed compliments that meant nothing more than a competition to try and one-up the others. And Squalo wanted no part of it, but he wasn’t in any liberty to stop it. “I have rotten fucking luck. You should share some of yours.” He muttered bitterly, sliding the hand down his face before it fell to hang loosely at his side.

“VOOOI, YOU FUCKING STARTED IT!” As soon as he’d relaxed he snapped again, hissing and turning sharply from her sneer, moving to slam his left hand against the nearest base of the tree, hating that he had to be seen acting so childish, but he was in a state of confusion and anxiety that only SHE seemed to be the cause of. She riled him up, but not in a way that made him want to drive a blade through her like that bastard of a reaper, no in a way that he couldn’t fucking understand. A way that sent his damn stomach into notes and made his heartbeat spiral out of control and made all his thoughts turn into a useless smash from which he could either babble or shout into submission. His constant volume kept himself whole, pushed away anyone that was trying to squirm into his mind so that he would only be his own.

But he knew he was being a jack ass, and tried to push the shield down, which was easier said than done. He rubbed his temples for a moment, hissing out warmth air through his teeth, a little mist in the air for a moment, before moving to face her again, the flush remaining on his expression, no matter what he fucking tried. “How long are you even GRACED with this little pleasure?” He questioning, hoping he wouldn’t have to bother with this mess of a shark HE was becoming for much longer. Damnit, why couldn’t he just shove this off like he did everything else that got into his face so… physically? He usually could care less, but he supposed that if he developed a personality attraction than perhaps- Fuck, why was he even asking that question?! He didn’t have either he was just-

Fucking denial. Denial every damn way.

“I wish they’d give you more nice ones…” She muttered under a misty breath, trailing off inaudibly. It wasn’t that she didn’t find some of the sour spells entertaining, she just felt that he had enough to deal with as it was and deserved a break. That wasn’t going to stop her current advances, though, it was all in good fun and wasn’t doing any harm, just confusion. On both parts as the rogue wondered just how she was having such an effect on the rain guardian. “I would if I could, Sharky~” She mused with a smirk, although it was completely truthful.

Roxy merely laughed, not mockingly but genuinely laughed, at the other’s small tantrum, barely flinching at the volume and the tremors she felt from the hit, having become accustomed to his outbursts by now. She had no clue how she got him so hyped up and didn’t end up as ribbons or like Clyde when he got on his bad side, of which the lord seemed to have residence. Of course, the drunk was use to flirting and messing with people’s heads occasionally but for some reason seeing the shark’s reactions made her heartbeat quicken, not out of fear of his rampaging but….Gah, she couldn’t put her finger on it, it was foreign to her and she didn’t know what to do. That trail of thought left her cheeks’ tint brightening just so and caused a heavy sigh to leave her.

The grimdark didn’t mind the man’s attitude, she WAS purposely causing it, after all. Tilting her head to the side, she glanced over questioningly at him before noticing the increasing flush on the assassin’s face. It made her smile softly….Ugh, there goes that weird flop of her stomach again. “Two days~” She nearly cooed, using a smirk to, hopefully, cover up that she herself was getting flustered. Talk about a back-fire… The hacker couldn’t figure out WHY she had an effect on the swordsman, faintly remembering him say he didn’t care about appearances, but she couldn’t bring herself to complain about it, really. If he was ignoring that when it came to her, she didn’t min- Dammit, why did this keep happening?

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

Grown rogue (Open RP/M!A RP)

requiem-of-blades:

“Che.. of COURSE you find enjoyment in it. They can’t do anything sufferable to you. You just get the nice ones that give you all the great fucking opportunities, don’t you?” He replied, rather bitterly as his last little experience with a change of age had only left him a humiliated and confused mess for a couple of days, driving the younger shark to a half insanity and he was lucky this hand’t fucking up a timeline or something. He never understood how these things worked, but her memories were clearly in tact. Or.. did she have MORE memories? That thought worried him, that she could know things about himself from future encounters. That’s she have so many things over his head and he’d be left to play guessing games to get a snippet.

More or less, he didn’t WANT to know. But he became paranoid and the anxiety was present on his face as he wondered how far this spell took her. By her innocent teasing and the fact that she as well had that slight tinge to her cheeks, he managed to convince himself he was being over-antaylitcal. He gave a short sigh, rolling his shoulders a bit as he turned the conversation to casually, knowing that he’d be digging his fucking hole deeper the more he dwelled on these useless notions. He really needed to learn to let go and just follow the flow of things, allow himself some freedom from the cage of logic.

“Vooi, stop praising yourself. You’ll sound vain, truth or not- …just cut it out.” He grumbled, not meaning to bite out those words, snarling to himself under his breath as his lips lowered in a childish pout, knowing he was swimming upstream. He hated loosing the battle, but he had nothing to say in defense of himself, which was an aggravating quality about the other, how honest she forced him to be, more with his own thoughts than anything. He took a step back, receding a bit, giving her the battle, but his narrowed eyes signaled the war of tongue was far from over, and once he found some snappy little comeback she’d be the first to hear.

“Believe me, I’ve had my fair share of bad spells. Although, I’ve also had a few nice ones…” She regarded fondly with a soft smile on her face, the first thing coming to mind being the troll back home. Her adoptive daughter was dropped off not to long ago, as a grub, by grey faces but another came along to make her older. Not that either of them minded, it’s easier to live with Aleena being a teen then as a grub, less stress and a better position for both of them. He’d probably meet her eventually, hopefully they’d get along… A few memories swam in her mind, almost all of them clouded and distorted. As expected, she WAS in a supposed doomed timeline, of her own unfortunate creation, after all. The shark didn’t need to know about that, though, it’d only be unneeded stress for him and the rogue knew full well that he already had worries about her, much to her dismay.

Her smiled faltered slightly upon noticing his anxious face, worried that she was causing it. It was simple teasing, wasn’t it? She wasn’t even going as far as he had before. Yet, that is. If she did have clear memories from the future that included the assassin, it was no doubt she’d use it as an advantage over him, so his paranoia was justifiable in a sense. Noticing the other relax, she followed suite, folding her arms over stomach and leaning on a nearby tree, letting a puff of breath out in the cool air. This was becoming all too entertaining, but she couldn’t argue with a more casual approach to the conversation, enjoying talking with him, be it flirtatious or otherwise.

“Not praising.” Roxy stated, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Just an observation, yours might I add, and that, right there, just confirmed it.” The smirk turned to a sly grin, the blush on her grey cheeks becoming more noticeable. She hadn’t meant to sound vain, it was just an easy way to rile the swordsman up, and judging by his childish display, it was working. She had no idea how she’d gotten him to be so honest like this, but you wouldn’t see her complaining. The woman had that quality, it seemed, easily getting others to show their good sides to her with little effort, which was ironic seeing how little social interaction she had throughout her life. Seeing him step back signaled she had won this round, making her grin grow a bit before she stuck her tongue out and giggled, showing that despite her changed age, she was the same childish girl she always was. Oh, this was not over, not by a long shot.

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)

Grown rogue (Open RP/M!A RP)

requiem-of-blades:

He was taken a bit off guard while she approached, both the confirmation and the situation already making him a little bit ‘off’. He gave a short growl and sharply turned his head from her form, refusing to admit to anything, especially when she was gaining the upper hand. He was used to having complete control in their conversations, and that was the only way he would go about saying the things on his mind, when he was dominant. But she had a leg-up with this little fiasco, which made him bite back commentary, his arms crossed over his chest stubbornly as a slight flush tainted his cheeks.

“V-Vooi…” He mumbled, the only word that would pass his breath, but with about five different meanings at this point. He angled back from her, seeing as she was leaning closer with that damned teasing grin, reflecting of his own on many occasions, which made it all the more worse. A taste of his own fucking medicine, yeah yeah he probably deserved it. But that didn’t mean he had to play along and let her know what was probably a pretty fucking obvious truth by the way he was avoiding her now, that well..

Yeah. He pretty much did.

And so he quickly flipped the subject, pushing the statement back, now that he’d said it in his mind he figured it was enough. He whipped back, growling a bit as he stood over her, taking that inch of ground and using it, his form much more intimidating and commanding. “Che, what the hell happened to you, woman? Some grey far fucking around again? Sucks for you, having to deal with in.” 

This spell was becoming more and more fun for her. Roxy loved the fact she was finally able to get even with him for his constant teasing, but knew this wouldn’t last long. Still, two days? She could work with that just fine. His lack of comment surprised the rogue, but intrigued her all the same. She’d got the normally rash and loud shark speechless without even trying, it made her feel powerful but wasn’t going to let it go to her head. Much. With the short distance between them, the red in his face didn’t go unnoticed, another little thing to make her smile -and confidence- grow.

She tried to hold back another giggle but failed miserably upon hearing the stutter, finding it cute. Not a word she’d normally use to describe him but seeing him flustered was absolutely adorable. The grimdark held back a pout when he turned away, instead she moved with him, giving a small, questioning look, feigning ignorance but it was obvious she was well aware of her effect. Taste of his own medicine, indeed, for the most part that is, she also wanted to see his initial reaction to this. So far it was very interesting.

The woman quickly withdrew when he moved, avoiding a collision. Him towering over her no longer scared her, she showed this by giving a defying smile up at the other, not breaking eye contact. “Yeah, the grey faces got to me again, not that I mind really since, for once, it’s not that bad. They made me older and, apparently, I look damn good, heh~”

(Source: tipsygrimdrunk)