—attributes he'd easily attach on himself thanks to the unique ego he possessed.
Eyes closed as soon as he felt softness of her lips on his skin. Thinking still her statement was nonsensical. What was there inhumane about her at first place? He'd ignore every single argument—
—between their lips. Arms folded around her frame, skin feasting on hers by every contact, burning in unison.
˗ ˏ ˋ I am addicted to every touch we make. I love the smell of your hair. Softness of your skin. Your eyes. Your angelic smile. You. Everything—
—forever, and then..."
A mark on her neck in a shape of a softest kiss. "... And then... " another one. And another one until his teeth sank into skin but in a caring manner, as much as a bite could be. A benevolent vampire sucking on her skin. How could he resist?
—should be done, a profound and long, melting kiss, a breath-taker. Hearts beating fast, too tough to handle. Lower lip of his most valuable possession pulled softly, everything to mask a possible defeat.
—to her ear after her brushed tip of his nose across her cheek.
"What is a thing you ask too much for?"
Lips dwelled in a touch but moved once it could lit a fire unstoppable, uncontrollable. Restriction. It had to be done or else he'd go mad, do the unthinkable by letting—
|| Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, eat it, give birth to it.
—won't make any sense. But on the other hand I understand, I believe you will defeat what you are scared of and I will stay. I will catch you whenever you fall."
Was he good at these kind of long speeches? Probably not. It's always easy to give compliments especially if they—
|| I don't really follow this trend but since Fantomex made his appearence on 19th June, I will make it his birthday. I don't like that handful of Marvel characters have no birthday but can have like random height and weight.
—power of the wildest passion taking over.
All the things that flew through his head, thoughts that circulated in his head each second. Everything abandoned. Sensation of her skin he yearned, fingertips travelled across her figure. Familiar. Every inch he knew well but it never—
|| If there's a Gambit, or Gambits, who'd like to be my delightful partner(s) in crime of banters and SLs, it'd be fun I promise, don't fret and come my way.
|| I can see Gambit and Fantomex being grounded for throwing paper balls all over the place and having to clean whole Mansion together.
They are so dumbbb I love it
—her hair. Soft as silk. Was that smell of lavanders?
Three words repeating themselves, he wouldn't mind hearing them on loop for eternity.
Index finger on her lips to silence the gratitude.
"Don't.
I don't know if you heard, I didn't notice you established connection, not—
|| I should really make a carrd with all the info included.
Sometimes I feel that I might offend people who don't know his character cause he's actually an ass most of the time. I guess this is more a me problem due to some bad experiences in the past.
Random rambling.
—up. Just enough to look up at her, close yet so far another dance of their lips. Staring at her, mesmerised as he was. A wrong action, perhaps. Slowly letting her slide down. Again not enough. Not close enough to steal a kiss, but snatch the warm air surrounding them.
"Nothing—
|| That is true, especially if those characters are long forgotten.
On the positive side, one expands the mystery behind them. Exploring missing parts and adding in what could fit.
It's a fun part.
—face, slowly and delicately, as if it's been centuries since his skin touched hers.
"You shouldn't have waited for me, but I'm glad you did.
How was your day?"
—like a madman's blabbering.
"To you." he repeated with a cold and serious tone. Was it too much? Wasn't his loving gesture too much too? Azure orbs took a moment to observe her face, heart speeding up. It should go silent. Silent enough so he didn't heart it.
"I can't stop—
@BR4INM4ZE
I know to protect myself and I will guard this head of mine at all costs from wannabe intrudors.
As they say, there is. But you never know the destination until it happens.
I can say the exact same thing. You see, maybe you haven't had time to clean your beloved claws with it before you turned into a adamantium statue. I'm certain I owe you nothing, in fact you owe me. I lent you the World for your little romantic adventures with Storm.
I learn few things on our time together. The 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 don’t stay dead. An’ ya still own me that one case of cognac, but then again, as I said before — I’m no drinker, just a molson man.
—set of words came out of her mouth. An apology. A suggestion for a dinner? What was this supposed to be? A date?
Risible!
He should have left, oh he 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 have left the moment he dropped her.
"Sure. Why not?"
Escaped his mouth against his desire, but maybe— certainly—
—guilt. Uneasiness took a hold of his heart, his troubled mind but it left. It was defeated by the sweetness of her words, by yet another touch of her fingers that ran through his hair. Making it wet. A refreshment. He liked it, in fact, very much. Making that statement would—
—occurred to him there was someone else.
One and only.
Just the woman, most precious one in his life. To adore him for what he was.
Selfish it'd be, non-gentlemen like, if he was solely embracing and feasting himself upon touches of her delicate skin. It's his turn. Placing—
|| Télégraphe by La Femme because the lyrics itself remind me the way he is.
'Vous savez c'est pas facile, je n'ai pas de domicile.'
Hits the point among other things in the song, beautiful and yet sad.
|| I always find it kind of heartwarming that he stood up even for Fantomex. He went to crazy length of revenge after Jean-Phillipe was killed for instance.
Y’know I always love to write as, Logan protects everybody. An I mean everybody, say like Rogue for instance — Magneto or Cyber comin’ at her with shit, Logan gon step in front of her 🧍♂️
—bamboo trees. They apparently grew so much that the path was almost impossible to see. Carefully moving them, he pushed through it to a small garden in his making. It's not finished, there's a small pond with koi fish, a small hill with a bloomed cherry tree. Some peonies—
|| No, but it's really sad to see how just a harmless joke suddenly turns into something that should not be plus I get insulted. If you mind something message me, not angry rant about me in order to make me feel bad over here.
|| Until I actually put an effort (press for doubt), I will stick to simplicity, simple human, simple edits. I'm too lazy to put my actual photoshop skills into this, if I can't do it within five seconds, I can't be bothered (maybe I miss the time when I had devotion).