noticeable were his cheeks splashed with pink . however , curiosity danced within titian pools as the femme leaned closer ; perhaps to inspect .
“ break ? have you broken something now then since your cheeks are turning a different color ? ”
Flustered heat rushed to the visage of the ginger, his pecan hues flicking away as he found it rather difficult to keep eye contact. How ironic someone so brave could show such bashfulness.
“ You can’t just keep blitzing me like that. I might break something one of these days. “
“Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1)
‘pon hearing her name , peach - hued brims took one last nibble before pulling away as the well - endowed espada released a girlish titter . now , locking hazels with coffee - colored pools ; a retort .
“ ichigo .ᐟ ”
The tackle was nothing he wasn’t familiar with already, it was simply per usual whenever he was spotted by the Espada. However, the ear nibbling was a new formula to the equation he was not used to.
“ 𝘕𝘦𝘭 ? ! “
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shifting voluptuous physique , knees bury into depths of warmth whilst index taps knowingly at philtrum ; debating which explanation to give the warrior .
“ because i wear a broken ram skull which adds a little extra . ”