promise-of-the-rose:

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OOC: lol I love this. It made my day… xD

ooc: I’m laughing so hard over it all that I’m nearly crying.

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. »

Seriously. /Why/. Doesthisaffectourcurrentthreador…?

I don’t know. They want to see Kunzite get killed by Yuki in a slow painful death I guess. I would guess it would.

ooc; Holyfuckomg.

ooc: I’m laughing my ass off right now at it all. I’m not sure how to go about this but we’ll see.XD. Fiore, run.XD

OOC: I applaud this magic Anon

ooc: I kinda wanna know if I was right with my guess though on who it is.XD. I applaud them as well. Should have known I’d get one of these magic anons someday. XD.

What the-

promise-of-the-rose:

“I think you’d be as disappointed as I was, if you were to pay Mamouru-kun a visit, if you don’t mind me saying…”

Fiore shifted in his seat, a shudder running down his spine. His teeth took to assaulting his lower lip once more, biting down perhaps a little too hard. “I- is it cold in here, or is it just me?” <What a weak cover up.>

Feeling a little bold, the alien reached out and took Kunzite’s free hand, tracing along the lines of his palm, then moving to draw invisible patterns on the man’s skin with his pointer finger, busying himself, using this simple bit of physical contact as a distraction. <Or perhaps just an excuse to touch him.> He sincerely hoped that Saitou wouldn’t notice— or more so, wouldn’t mind if he did. After all, Fiore had proven to be absolutely terrible at hiding things; or keeping secrets, for that matter.

“I don’t suppose you’d protest to changing the subject, would you? I was hoping to use this meeting to help you relax, and I fear I’m doing the exact opposite of my intention.” He offered up a sugar-sweet smile, taking a sip of his tea, then returned to toying with Kunzite’s fingers, seeming to be oddly amused by it. It didn’t occur to him that normal people weren’t as touchy as he was, but Fiore was quite obviously /not/ normal, no matter how hard he tried to be.

It appeared as if Fiore had been disappointed greatly in talking with Mamoru after all. Saitou made a mental note to eventually seek the man out to start some contact when the Dirae issue with Zoisite was finished. It was the sudden touch to his hand that brought him out of those thoughts.

“Hm?” he blinked only to see it was Fiore playing around with his right hand. He opened it lightly allowing the alien to continue with his design shaping with his fingers. Saitou’s skin was warm and smooth to the touch despite looking like it could be rough.

“Ah, sure. A change in subject is fine by me. Whatever else you’d like to talk about, I’m all ears.” he remarked with a smirk on his face. He had to relax as he knew the stress would eventually mount into something catastrophic otherwise.

promise-of-the-rose:

<It wasn’t my place to tell Kaji about Yuki— I shouldn’t have done it. I should have kept my damn mouth shut, and I never should have gone anywhere near him to begin with. This is only going to cause more heartache for me! After all, Jadeite didn’t want me, so why would his incarnation?> Even if Fiore didn’t know much about cycles of rebith, he knew enough not to expect a dramatic change in personality.

“You haven’t seen him yet?” At this, the alien arched a brow, and shook his head. “He’s nothing like I remembered him,” Fiore confessed, setting his tea down and folding his arms over his chest. He hadn’t wanted to bring up any stressful conversation, but for some reason it /always/ came to this. “It was awkward— I hated it. I’d rather have /not/ seen him and kept pretending that he’d be happy to see me,” he confessed, forcing back the hurt, adopting a look of indifference.

Of course, it didn’t last long. It melted away as he once more took to examining Kunzite’s features, his eyes following along each curve of muscle, the way he set his jaw, how his throat looked when he breathed… he took notice of /everything/— almost as if under some sort of spell. Suddenly realizing he was starring, Fiore shook himself into full consciousness, getting a bit flustered yet again, he looked away and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Saitou-san, I guess I’m a bit out of sorts today,” he mumbled, aware of how truly pathetic he sounded today.

“I really think you need a break though. I stand firm on my suggestions.”

Saitou broke the tension in his body in order to take a long sip of his tea. It  burned his tongue a little but he didn’t show that it hurt at the moment. He had to get his mind together first.

“I haven’t spoken with him. Then again, I haven’t actively sought him out yet either. I don’t need to drag him into this mess that I’m in with Yuki and Kaji.” It was merely the fact that he didn’t want his prince in danger either. After all, it was still his duty to protect him from danger such as the Dirae. He didn’t need to have Mamoru contract one of those damnable things after seeing what it caused.

“I have spoken with Usagi however to see how somethings are. It seems he has been busy from what she told me.” he remarked lightly trying to shift the conversation a little. “As for the suggestion, I’ll think about it.”

Was it his imagination or was Fiore staring at him for a long time? What was he trying to do? Undress him with his eyes or something? Nah, he doubted Fiore even thought of him in that kind of manner even if Yuki had joked of a threesome with the alien.

j-dite:

So it’s my job to magically know your schedule, huh? That’s convenient…

And no, sorry, king Saitou, I can’t. I’m busy tonight. 

Very well then, when you get time, let me know. I can’t magically know when you aren’t busy.