Valentine's Day CMO

[hurricane_chris]

Valentine's Day edition!

Call out one of the muses listed above and give me a prompt, or ask for one, and we'll go from there! Remember, all of them must incorporate Valentine's Day in some way!

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[perfectsunist]

[Not even a moment after that, Noire's engulfed with a VERY bright pillar of light, and the next thing he knows, the silver-haired Goddess of Lastation in all her glory, Black Heart, is right in front of him, simmering to the brim with anger born out of out and out embarrassment. There's only huffing, desperate attempts to cling to some form of mental grounding, as she gets in the blue-haired boy's face.

One thing is clear as the sun in the wee hours of morning: They're only inches away.

Another thing is, too: It's probably, probably, safe to say her bad day got a smidge close to rock bottom.]

[infinitejustice]

[Athrun is a trained soldier. Not only a veteran, a war hero. He was the top of his class at the ZAFT academy, the only cadet in academy history to best the combat knife instructor in a match, has reflexes that no Natural could ever hope to match, incredible battle instincts, and most extraordinarily, the SEED Factor.

And yet, he is completely and utterly helpless in this very situation.

He has never seen Noire transform before. He knows of her goddess form's existence, but this is his first time seeing her as Black Heart. So he's well aware that things have taken a turn for the worse.

It also doesn't help that he has a girl with almost supernatural beauty getting right up in his face. Athrun's own face is most certainly getting very flushed due to the sheer proximity.

And perhaps worst of all? None of this was his fault. It's not like he can control how his ears and his brain function.]

I-I...I...I...

[It's a struggle to even speak.]

[perfectsunist]

[There's more ragged breathing as she settles into something resembling a regular pattern.]

You... you... [Mrgrgrgrgr--] you better promise me one thing, Athrun. One. Thing.

[Her tone is low enough to hit a contralto, and her body continues to shake with the remnants of her anger at this whole situation. She wants so, so badly to make him forget, but she doesn't exactly have the power to do just that.

So she's decided -- she's going to settle with getting insurance.]

Don't... say... a word of this... to anyone.

[infinitejustice]

[Athrun falls silent and listens. And, quite frankly, he's actually kind of relieved! It was what he was planning to do in the first place. He's able to relax just enough to reply.]

I was planning to do that in the first place. That was the "whatever you want me to remember" part.

[For his part, he still looks nervous, and he's still blushing wildly. But his voice is calm.]

Please, trust me on this.

[perfectsunist]

I--It's not like I don't!? But I was never one to leave things to chance.

[That still gets him Black Heart deciding to get just that little bit closer. And the hyperventilating, while having subsided some, is still present.

He'd best enjoy this while he still can. Or maybe not.]

I will have a promise out of you. Make sure this never leaves this room.

[infinitejustice]

[Athrun blushes even more as Black Heart gets closer to his face, if that were even possible. He has to manually focus his eyes on her face, she's so close.]

Fine, fine! I give you my word! I won't speak of this to anybody.

[Like Athrun said, he was planning on keeping his mouth shut on the matter as it was. Thus it's no skin off of his nose to make that promise.]