黒川 剣四郎

/she fastens her hands onto the firm curve of his shoulders and leans in to press a lasting kiss against kenshiro’s jaw. in its wake, a glimmer of lip gloss with sparkles now clinging to his skin—and a proud grin upon her lips; 
            
            a kiss for my baby! 

do you think she should kiss you? or save her lips for another sweet letter? 

she does she does she really really does

to my dearest, kenshiro  ೃ ✿ ࿐  
            ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶
            
            here’s another letter to you. 
            
            tonight i found myself smiling for no reason at all, and it didn’t take long to realize why. somehow every quiet moment ends up filled with thoughts of you. it’s unfair, really—how easily you manage to stay on my mind even when you’re nowhere near the palace walls.
            
            i miss your voice the most. the way you say those ridiculous little nicknames so casually, as if you don’t realize what they do to me. you always pretend not to notice when i blush, but i know you do.
            
            sometimes i wonder if the stars see us the way we see them—two stubborn lights that refuse to drift apart no matter how far the sky stretches between them.
            
            so until the next time you appear like a secret only the night understands.. know that i’m thinking of you.
            
            with all love, ✿ ₊ ˚  ⊹
            from your princess & ballerina. 

I love you :c

smooches u with kisses

Ofcourse. I am your weakness, Itoshii 

Been so long am cuddles deprived. 

You exist infront of me and expect me to be alright?! 

﹋﹋﹋﹋༻⋆˚-༘༺﹋﹋﹋﹋
            ♯ bluey’s little thread⋆* ❦ ⁺⑅
            ﹋﹋﹋﹋༻⋆˚-༘༺﹋﹋﹋﹋

i miss you the most 

/she looks up at him, her cheeks slowly blooming into a soft shade of pink as his fingers tilt her chin upward; her heart flutters beneath his touch;
            
            I love you too.. my prince.

hmph try to make me shy even more 

I miss her. I miss her so much. Where is my bluey.

She is soft. My bluey. My sunshine.

Don't over think it, ken. Don't over think it. It is nothing.

in a world that never feels still, you are my quiet, 
            my harbor, my home. wherever i am, i am yours,
             and with you, i am always home. 

you are the spark that lights my pen,
            the quiet song i hum again.
            in every line, your essence stays—
            my muse, my heart, my endless phrase.
            

I can’t help it :c