Rhubarb 2, Chocolate Chip Mint 25, Cantaloupe 1
Title: Body Shots
Story Continuity: The Lethean Glamour extra
Flavors: Rhubarb 2: how do I love thee? let me count the ways, Chocolate Chip Mint 25: rumpled, Cantaloupe 1: margin of error
Topping: Cherry (a lot of carrying-on about body parts)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pocky chain. Or, Cygnelius Corvo, perv magnet extraordinaire. Wherein the sum is apparently greater than the whole of Cygnelius. That's right, earning numerous advanced degrees at twelve was for nothing. (Including a character who hasn't even been introduced yet, Yuriya Sakuragi).
Note: Done with CCM! I'll be making my banner soon. <33
I. Holly
Holly likes to think of herself as an expert on male beauty. She has dedicated hours to figuring out what makes the perfect man, both on canvas and in print. Cygnelius Corvo, while being truly reprehensible, also has the finest cheekbones this side of Cyram. And he doesn't even know it, and just as well. His confidence is staggering as it stands.
If he couldn't figure it out from their second meeting, when Holly couldn't tear her barely adolescent eyes away in time to be pure of mind ever again, then he doesn't actually deserve that ungodly high IQ, anyway.
II. Yuriya
Yuriya doesn't think about bodies. She barely remembers how hers looks. But when names aren't enough, she recalls bits of others' bodies to remember them.
For Cygnelius, it's his hair.
Green is unusual, of course. Third most powerful color amongst mystics, as she recalls, and the top three are seldom seen. All Yuriya knows is that Cyg's hair must benefit from his paycheck greatly. It's always messy and looks like spun emeralds in the light.
He should probably shave it. That hair has a thirty percent chance of making jealous teen girls sell their souls for hair just like it.
III. Lysandro
Lysandro can tell you a lot about a person just by looking in their eyes.
Take Cygnelius. There's the obvious, of course - that he's got pretty irises, that he's got the dark sight in his right eye and the usual view in his left - and then there's the vague. Cygnelius's eyes, usually sharp and unconsciously scanning for malignity, soften around Lysandro's brother. They are sympathetic when Cygnelius's words seem not to be. They see only what there is, and nothing more, even when gazing on those who easily mislead.
Lysandro respects and admires that.
IV. Valentio
You'd think a guy who can say "If we don't make babies right now this country will be doomed" and would still technically be correct wouldn't need or have gay moments. And you would be so very wrong.
Valentio has gay moments every single time he's stuck in a room with Cygnelius.
The way the man's shaped, reedy and eye-catching and very subtly curving, Valentio doesn't really blame himself (except he totally does). There's really no one else whose very hips resemble sex.
Please excuse Valentio. He has to be somewhere else right now.
...Yeah.
Story Continuity: The Lethean Glamour extra
Flavors: Rhubarb 2: how do I love thee? let me count the ways, Chocolate Chip Mint 25: rumpled, Cantaloupe 1: margin of error
Topping: Cherry (a lot of carrying-on about body parts)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pocky chain. Or, Cygnelius Corvo, perv magnet extraordinaire. Wherein the sum is apparently greater than the whole of Cygnelius. That's right, earning numerous advanced degrees at twelve was for nothing. (Including a character who hasn't even been introduced yet, Yuriya Sakuragi).
Note: Done with CCM! I'll be making my banner soon. <33
I. Holly
Holly likes to think of herself as an expert on male beauty. She has dedicated hours to figuring out what makes the perfect man, both on canvas and in print. Cygnelius Corvo, while being truly reprehensible, also has the finest cheekbones this side of Cyram. And he doesn't even know it, and just as well. His confidence is staggering as it stands.
If he couldn't figure it out from their second meeting, when Holly couldn't tear her barely adolescent eyes away in time to be pure of mind ever again, then he doesn't actually deserve that ungodly high IQ, anyway.
II. Yuriya
Yuriya doesn't think about bodies. She barely remembers how hers looks. But when names aren't enough, she recalls bits of others' bodies to remember them.
For Cygnelius, it's his hair.
Green is unusual, of course. Third most powerful color amongst mystics, as she recalls, and the top three are seldom seen. All Yuriya knows is that Cyg's hair must benefit from his paycheck greatly. It's always messy and looks like spun emeralds in the light.
He should probably shave it. That hair has a thirty percent chance of making jealous teen girls sell their souls for hair just like it.
III. Lysandro
Lysandro can tell you a lot about a person just by looking in their eyes.
Take Cygnelius. There's the obvious, of course - that he's got pretty irises, that he's got the dark sight in his right eye and the usual view in his left - and then there's the vague. Cygnelius's eyes, usually sharp and unconsciously scanning for malignity, soften around Lysandro's brother. They are sympathetic when Cygnelius's words seem not to be. They see only what there is, and nothing more, even when gazing on those who easily mislead.
Lysandro respects and admires that.
IV. Valentio
You'd think a guy who can say "If we don't make babies right now this country will be doomed" and would still technically be correct wouldn't need or have gay moments. And you would be so very wrong.
Valentio has gay moments every single time he's stuck in a room with Cygnelius.
The way the man's shaped, reedy and eye-catching and very subtly curving, Valentio doesn't really blame himself (except he totally does). There's really no one else whose very hips resemble sex.
Please excuse Valentio. He has to be somewhere else right now.
...Yeah.