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Raven ([personal profile] oldspyce) wrote in [community profile] melodiesoflife2016-05-12 06:31 pm

005 Arrows of Love | Porcelain Dolls Aren't Scary

Who: Raven, House C-04
What: Guess who's back, back again. Raven's back, tell a friend!
Where: House C-04
When: May 10
Warnings: Creepy dolls, shounen outbursts, fluff, idk?

Raven had come to terms that he'll inexplicably fall into Crystal Stasis at literally any moment. It put a damper on things, and slowed him down significantly on a few of his projects. Since he had no real way of controlling it, Raven chose to overlook the inconvenience.

[ House C-04 ]

His first stop was home, naturally, all the people he kept in contact with lived under the same roof after all. Be it unintentional (or not) poor Ichigo might find an unwanted surprise lying comfortably on his bed. A gift given to Raven from Rukia, though it had been buried in the mix of all his other belongings during the move. That would be a discovery for Ichigo alone to experience, as Raven was busy doing other things around the house.

Raven was prompt lazily in one of the kitchen chairs as he went through the letters that had been left by his moogle. Having been absent for so long, this form of communication was a somewhat good way to catch up on missed events. The large pile of letters would take some time to go through, and he considered interrogating his roommates for more targeted details.

Among the things he had on this list of what needed to get done, meeting up with Rukia was one of them. Instinctually he went to check her room first, it was still early in the morning and any obligation she might have had for the day hopefully wouldn't have taken place at such a dead hour.

"Knock, knock~" He greeted in that nonchalant tone of his.
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[personal profile] damn_juicebox 2016-06-02 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Rukia smiled, her expression softening to match the tone of his voice. Her cool fingertips brushed away the locks that drifted too close to his eyes, then smoothed across his cheek. "Indeed," she answered, completely satisfied. She could tell him that he was handsome, but he was more than keenly aware of this fact, and aware that she was aware. He was also tired, and she could hear it in the creak of his voice.

She ducked her head to rest comfortably beneath his chin and closed her eyes with a sigh of utter contentment.

"I missed you. Welcome home."