2nd Butterfly - [Video/Action] FUN WITH HOROSCOPES! Murasaki Edition

[loves_a_samurai]

Day 1-6: Truth may be perception, but you're just a freaking liar. [Everything Goes!]

[During ALL this event, Murasaki will be, mostly, saying the truth But she'll slip a lie or two in there, oops! Sorry about that. It's up to you to know if she's lying or not though (( mun will tell you when she is, don't worry )) ]

Day 2: Your dinner will make you pray for death. [Action]

[Ah... the fresh smell of bagels. Those do look delicious! And Murasaki didn't eat anything all day, so it's only natural she quickly devours say bagels while sitting inside the bakery.

Everything is going just fine, until she gets to the very last one.

The first bit is, at first, OK.

But then, comes the taste. A taste like moldy peaches. And rotten fish. And expired milk.

Needless to say, she promptly spits out the once tasty pastry and now nothing NOTHING will take that taste out of her mouth. And now she wants to die, just so then she can' taste that anymore.]

Day 3-4: Your next career: Gangster Florist [Video/Action]

[The feed starts and Murasaki is wearing all black and... black shades. And a fedora. Why the hell is she wearing those things anyway?

Also, her next announcement seems... rather suspicious.]

If anyone wants... some things to be taken 'care off', you can call me. I can make problem's 'disappear', if you guys know what I mean.

[She's obviously talking about how flowers make everything better and how everyone loves them. What you think she's talking about? Later on, she can be spotted walking around town, carrying a violin case. Full of flowers.]

Day 5: All your furniture has moved one inch to the left. [Video]

[Murasaki is mostly normal now, aside from the lying. There's something bothering her though.]

... Say... is it just me... or is my furniture moving by itself? [She looks at her bedroom. Her things were moved. She can feel it.]

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[loves-a-samurai.livejournal.com]

[Even if he doesn't say anything, she can tell he's overjoyed by her simple action.

Since there was no harm into touching him - and she certainly appreciates that - she keeps on caressing his shoulder, and then goes for his arm.

Is it just her or... does he look a lot physically stronger than before? Not that he was ever weak. Far from that. But something in the back of her mind can't shut up about that impression of him being older.]

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[His heartbeat quickens, deepens, as her hand feathers over his shoulder and over faint scars she may or may not remember from whenever she has last caught a glimpse of him in some state of undress. With a sudden, inexplicable urgency, he snatches her wrist – and with no consideration as to whether his boldness would startle her or not, he promptly guides her fingers to his right side. Ribs he had fractured long ago had a habit of aching in cold and damp weather, after all, regardless of whether he threw on layers of clothing or not; and although the pain is dull in the face of stronger sensations, he is most appreciative of this special attention. His grip on her slackens gradually.]