Unforeseen Romantic Gesture & Pursuit Meme

[anonconda]

Unforeseen Romantic Gesture & Pursuit Meme

Hardly anyone in the world would accuse you of being a romantic; they may not even think you're capable of love, whether it's because you're so cold, so unfeeling, a bad person, too shy, uninterested in a certain person, or just an emotionally constipated wo/manchild. Even if they could, on a cool day in hell, see you in a relationship, the other person would definitely have to be the pursuer. You're about to prove everyone wrong and make the first move. The act can be...well, an act, a gesture, an admission, or a gift, something nice like flowers or the skull of your mutual enemies. You know, anything to let them know how you feel and that you'll be pursuing them. ...you do know how to pursue someone, don't you? Comment with your character, preferences, and which role you'd like to play. Seriously, don't leave your comment completely blank. Reply to others. Thread. Again, sorry about the picture. I couldn't find anything else that fit the mood quite the way I wanted it to.

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[dietrologia]

[ The short silence and the tightening grip doesn't go unnoticed by the illusionist. Who's acting strange now? He cannot help but wonder what's running through Bel's head, and he finds himself close to questioning him. But he refrains, and quietly enjoys the few seconds where they aren't bickering.

When Bel finally speaks up again, Mammon is slightly surprised by the change in tone. Had he been conjuring up a new plan? Is this a trick to draw information from him for the sake of doing so, or, he wonders, does Bel hold genuine interest? Because, in Mammon's perspective, the other tends to want things because he feels entitled. His reluctance mainly derived from Bel's ambiguous motives for questioning him. Does he care, or is he just a brat that feels like that he should know? Perhaps there's a combination of both. Either way, there's something comforting in his words when he speaks calmly.

Fine. Whatever. He'll talk.

Or try to, at least. His mouth hangs open as he searches for the correct words. There's obviously an inward struggle going on here. Through frustration and embarrassment in his inability to be outright, his cheeks burn into a shade of scarlet. Why is this so difficult? It's so easy to tell people how much he loathes them! Is he really this emotionally stunted? How stupid, how weak.

He shifts again, moving to place his hands behind him to thrust himself upwards and to free himself from Bel's arm. Now standing, he whips around to look down at the other while simultaneously pulling off his hood. He's trying, and he has been this whole damn time, and he wants Bel to see that through his knitted brow and twisted scowl. It appears as if he's about to start shouting by the expression taking over his features, but he speaks in the normal, low tone he usually has. ]

I don't hate you.