Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In]

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 10-06-2015

 <font color="9ce619] He was glad he was not closer to the rooms that currently confined them, though who knew how long such a thing would last. Something was wrong. He felt it in his stomach and he knew both Saint and Seri reasonably well, yet the auras he knew were warped tainted so dark that he questioned whether they could even belong to them. Perhaps this was the reason for Ruka’s exit.

 Saydri’s attention was divided with one part of him solely focused on the flow of energy that he felt above them, and the unease that it brought with it. The auras were not pleasant and the sensation like thick, tacky tar covering everything familiar caused the back of his neck to prickle and goose bumps to cover his skin. It didn’t feel like anything good was going to come of this…

 The other half of his attention focused solely on the young woman. It would do no good to panic her. So instead he addressed the subject of her food, silently wondering whether or not Lyta would be disappointed that it was not the food that he had in a way promised her by asking her what it was that she wanted. That uncertainty was quickly lifted though when it was evident that she hadn’t even noticed the difference, which caused a smile to tug at the corner of his lips.

 “As long as you are happy with the food.” Saydri responded, though it would be obvious his attention was not solely focused on her. Until he sensed that his own anxiousness was affecting her as well. Instinctively he relaxed his body language, relaxing his shoulders and his stance in a belated attempt not to worry her unnecessarily. Of course…it was a little late for that.

 “It’s…” Saydri trailed off momentarily, he was never very good at thinking up white lies. It was times like this he wished he had the charm and silver tongue of other residents. He rested his hand on top of hers that was resting against his arm. “It’s alright. It’s probably not anything serious…” he said finally wishing he had something more encouraging to say.

 She was right. He was hungry, but he was more concerned at the swirling auras. If he was honest he was tempted to scoop her up and relocate them under one of the stainless steel tables. But he wasn’t going to eat her food especially when it sounded like she’d been living off less than adequate food previously. He thought over the mention of hospital food. So she had recently been discharged then, perhaps that was why she had nowhere to go and the reason for the raspy, rough edge to her voice. One that sounded almost painful.

 Not that he would ever say such a thing, but his hearing was above par.

 Calloused fingers continued to idly stroke her strands as his thoughts quickly turned to the fridge. Was there anything that he could make quickly that was likely not to set the fire alarms off again? Oh right…there was pasta, or rather the sauce. He’d started making it with Seri the other day, it needed to be eaten and it should only take ten minutes to heat the sauce and cook the pasta.
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 10-06-2015

<A HREF="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Twisted%20Temptation/Luciefel/armand_x_luciefel_by_yaoi_world-d6x6evw.jpg]<img style="border: 0pt none; float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar3.png" width="25%" height="25% align="left]</A> <font color="cd43f8] Luciefel was mildly curious. His interest piqued by the strange yet familiar aura that permeated the air of the otherwise quiet establishment. It seemed that something usually caged had broken free. It was difficult to tell whether or not it was pleased with the development but a certain darkness, like molasses quietly trickled its way through the establishment in light of the event.

 He hummed quietly in response and stretched lazily on his lover’s lap, arms shifting above him as his spine arched before settling once more. Slender fingers shifting along Armand’s hair even as his own silver-white strands settling back against the dark fabric of Armand’s attire as he settled his head back against a shoulder. “Mm…I never thought I’d hear you imply that you wished to find somewhere tame to spend some time, my Love.”

 Armand was anything but tame. It was most definitely not a word he would attribute to his demonic lover, but it was true this place was intriguing. Perhaps they could linger a while. It had been some time since he’d had a vacation, and there was a severe lack of privacy at home.

 “Of course, if they are preoccupied with their problem that also means that we are less likely to have any interruptions for a while…” Luciefel’s voice dropped to a heated whisper as he turned his head back to face his lover, amethyst eyes glowed softly with desire.

 His temporary distraction was just that – temporary and they were not his concern. He cared little as to what happened to the establishment, perhaps more so he would regret the loss of the haven they had found and the instruments within but that was all currently. So his mind was easily set back on the previous track of conversation with the firm warm body pressed against his back and the dark murmur against his ear. “I believe I could do with some help in making my mind free of thought.”

 

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RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 10-13-2015

► Location: Music Room
► Target Role Player: Angel Kimmi (Luciefel)
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<A HREF="http://thesinfulartist.livejournal.com/1798.html]<img style="border: 0pt none; float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/armandsmall.png" align="left]</A>      It was quite amusing to feel such a force, this... darkness. Such would have been exciting had the majority of his life not been encompassed by his own type of darkness. He stayed still for a moment, letting the waves wash over the walls and floor of the very room he now held his lover in. For beings like them, it was easy to pick up on something so dramatic, like dogs to the scent of a rabbit or some other prey. Armand heard his lover speak, but his eyes remained keyed on the door. Had his pupils been visible, they would have been dilated as they focused on the direction to the source of this strange dilemma. He held still for a moment, strands shifting underneath Luciefel's fingertips, but eventually, his attention casually moved back to his lover who no doubt would have something to say if he should stare off like that for any longer.

      "I prefer things tame," he said as the corner of his lips turned upward in a mild smile. "If there is any untamed force to be reckoned with, I want full control of it, moreso, I want to be the sole cause of it." His gaze was now settled on the other's eyes, and underneath the shadow of his bangs there was a spark of admiration for the glowing hues. "Have I mentioned how lovely you look when you wear that expression, Luciefel?" Armand raised a hand to gently cup the other's cheek, as if to hold the other male still as he continued to stare into his eyes. "It looks as if you are ready to eat me whole..." The smile he wore turned a bit flirtatious. "But I must say... I will probably do that to you first." Yes, that would most likely happen at the request of 'freeing his mind'.

      He loved that look, that dark and mischievous expression his lover wore reminded him of just how feral they could be beyond their roles. Luciefel had a reputation and persona he must follow, but Armand prided himself on the fact that he saw other roles the male could fulfill... many of which were performed on the sheets, within the hot waters of a tub, or even on a lush rug in front of a fireplace.

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 10-13-2015

<A HREF="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Twisted%20Temptation/Luciefel/armand_x_luciefel_by_yaoi_world-d6x6evw.jpg]<img style="border: 0pt none; float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar3.png" width="25%" height="25% align="left]</A> <font color="cd43f8] Aware of his lover’s preoccupation he continued to toy with the crimson strands idly. Waiting for Armand’s attention to return back to him, he could be patient until it did. It always did after all. Of course, that was not to say that he didn’t get a tad jealous from time to time.

 Still the words though that he got in response though were somewhat unexpected causing him to chuckle softly. If he thought about it hard enough it made sense, Armand was probably the biggest ‘untamed force’ and he could definitely imagine his lover wanting to be in control of things. His voice was tinged with amusement as he said, “Well…I suppose that does make sense when you put it like that…hopefully it will calm down, so that we can linger here for a while. Or you might end up adding to the trouble.”

 Amethyst eyes lingered on his lover’s attractive face before making a soft hum of appreciation as their gazes held. Luciefel turned his head slightly, pressing into the hand that cupped his cheek. Desire unchecked in his gaze, his tongue flicked out across Armand’s palm. “No you have not…though I appreciate you saying so. As for eating you, well… I missed you and you look very appetising today so I can’t really help it.”

 He enjoyed flattery, especially when it came from his lover – they were more than empty words that he received from others. Armand stirred so many different emotions and thoughts in him. He knew so many facets of him, ones that even he had forgotten for a while beneath his façade.

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RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 10-14-2015

► Location: Music Room
► Target Role Player: Angel Kimmi (Luciefel)
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<A HREF="http://thesinfulartist.livejournal.com/1798.html]<img style="border: 0pt none; float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/armandsmall.png" align="left]</A>      Adding to the trouble. The very thought made Armand giddy inside, and yet he had seen enough of life to pass up this opportunity in order to share some solitude with his beloved chosen. After all, he waited for so long to find the one that he would serve himself: body, mind, and soul to - one that would accept him for his strengths... and his weaknesses. Armand waited for the person he could truly die for if it came to that point. The only dying now, though, would be of their inhibitions as he sought to indulge in Luciefel.

      After the soft lick, his eyes roamed over the other's clothing. As usual, it was of a very expensive fabric and brand, seemingly tailored to fit the precious body beneath. It was nothing out of the ordinary. He would be quite upset if his lover had anything less to wear, unless of course, he was the one to remove those articles for the sole purpose of exposing what he earned and had rights to. Taking his hand away from Luciefel's cheek, it slid down the side of his neck and over his chest. On its path down, he carefully unbuttoned the shirt, each button revealing more pale flesh. With each inch of skin exposed, the demon covered with a soft kiss, until he simply could not anymore from their position, and in which case he just continued to unbutton the shirt until he could separate the ends of it and Luciefel's torso was bared to him.

      As always, Armand took this time to observe his lover, like one would fruit, seeing if there were any inexplicable scars or bruises. He would not take kindly to any sort of mark left that wasn't made by him, and he trusted Luciefel to be mindful of his own actions. After all, Armand was very protective and careful of his lover's body. It was the source of his pleasure, both emotionally and physically. His palm rested on the other's chest, feeling the male's heartbeat and then slid to the side in order to cup his pectoral and settle his thumb onto a nub, which he teased by soft circular motions. Armand then leaned in and tasted the other nub, tongue slipping between his lips and onto the flesh, doing a similar motion before it was enveloped completely by his mouth.

      There were times, of course, when he wasn't so careful - but those times were calculated stresses he loved to put on his chosen. Armand only did what he knew Luciefel could take, and sometimes, he would dare to push past the assumed limit, only to be surprised by his lover's tenacity and durability. It got him going and brought such a deep satisfaction.

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 11-09-2015

Lyta felt the urge to give back some of the comfort Saydri had been pressing into her hair, and she leaned harder against his hand, tightened her grip on his arm. "Something IS wrong," she disagreed, but she left her rough hewn words at that, because she now knew what it was like to feel the deep, stomach-turning emotion of unease. Replacing a charmed life with one of unwantedness had given her one thing, at least, this capacity to indeed care that someone else mattered in the grand scheme of things.

It was much like a bristling of fur under skin, this unease, and she didn't know how to fix it, not having any experience doling out the comfort she so craved.

'Probably not anything serious' was a statement as reassuring as Saydri might have expected, which of course was not at all. Lyta turned her fork over in her fingers and belatedly realized she had curled against his side, perching half-off the stool, her fox's natural need to be soothed and to sooth overriding qualms she might have had as one requiring personal space.

At least she hadn't found herself in his lap, she supposed, but it was still enough to heat her cheeks.

She rubbed the side of her head against his shoulder then tried to reseat herself on the stool like a civilized person, attempting desperately not to think about further denying her inner beast the comfort of petting it had so obviously hungered for overlong. A piece of egg stabbed onto the tines of the fork and she held it aloft shakily, a determined gleam chasing away some of the listless fog in her eyes. "If it's okay as you say," she rasped, "then eat something, Saydri."

A challenge, but maybe also a branch. Something she might grasp onto and pull herself up from out of the mire she'd lived in since the violent day that had ended her everything.

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 11-21-2015

Ailish had gone about on her own, less concerned with seeking comfort for the moment—or so it seemed to Ruka. She really would have to talk to her later. And Saint. Well... as soon as Saint disentangled himself from the control of his Beast. If it got much worse she would have to step in—repressing both creatures long enough for both Seri and he to regain control. For now it was a small buzz of warning in the back of her mind.

Still, she smiled genuinely. Her other visitors were not causing such a fuss, but she knew there was a chance that they could sense it. Likereal would be able to for certain; the same went for Saydri. She wasn’t certain about Lyta; though, there was something very meta about her.

She briefly glanced at the blonde who’d been groping. It occurred to her that she didn’t know his name, but it was very obvious that Likereal likely did. When he appeared to regress into... a drooling mess of... something, she raised a brow before turning her attention back to Likereal.

“Ah yes... nothing to worry about though. I took care of the possible burning down of my establishment.” Her smile became a little cheeky then, forcing dimples to appear along smooth skin.

“Ah, so that’s his name,” she murmured, once again looking over at Akihiro before returning her gaze to Likereal. “I don’t mind the attention, but I prefer to have a name to go along with the wandering hands.” She tilted her head in regards to his question about missing anything. “Nothing that I can recall.” Another smile—warm. “I missed you as well.” And then she stepped forward, looping her arm through his as she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Can I offer you a drink? Something more?" The latter would require more planning, but she imagined he would be more interested in their vampire upstairs--once he cam down.

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 11-21-2015

When he departed from her she laughed, allowing her body to fall onto the bed. There, the sound died into gentle laughter as she rolled onto her side, fibrous and masculine sinew moving and shifting with her. She was grinning at him now—loving the game, their duet of alphaship. He didn’t like to lose control. That was so very different from her own nature, in turn Saint’s. She didn’t mind, but she also liked the way her playthings—her host's—reacted to the pleasure they gave.

“You keep calling me cow,” she said, purring the words. “Do you fuck cows, my horny demon?” More chuckling. “No, I think not. Not this time.” She waggled a finger at him with her free hand while the other propped her head up on the mattress, her elbow used for leverage. “Perhaps when you’re ready to let me have my fun, lover-mine.

“Perhaps then. Then I would have you scream my name.” And she smiled—the kind of smile that was both wicked and cat-like, wide and waton. She blew him a kiss before everything receded—the claws, the fangs, the color of Saint’s eyes, and the tiger marks in his hair and on his skin.

It was at that moment, the one in which he came back to himself, that his eyes closed and he collapsed onto his back, groaning.

“Fuck.”

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 11-29-2015

<A HREF="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar-1.png]<img style="border: 0pt none; float:left; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar-1.png" width="40%" height="40% align="left]</A> <font color="9ce619] Silver eyes flickered downwards towards the fingers that tightened against his arm. He didn’t want to alarm the young woman whom Ruka had left in his care but it seemed though that he was less practiced at feigning everything was fine than he’d thought considering the fact that she was so adamant that everything was -not- fine.

 He probably should have known better than to try surpass natural instincts. She seemed, like many of the inhabitants of this place, more than just human…which would explain the keen sense she displayed.

 A faint smile appearing on his lips as she rubbed her head against his shoulder before moving back onto her seat, his attention shifting then to the food on the fork. Food offered to him seemingly. Without hesitation he leaned forward, mouth opening and then closing around the fork as he took the morsel that was presented to him. Before finally pulling back.

 “You’re right, something is wrong.” He admitted as he continued petting her hair, callused fingers curling in the strands momentarily. Seeing little point in lying any further when it was obvious she knew better. “But it will be fine, Ruka will see to it. We just need to stay here for now.”

 Saydri really was hungry. The pasta that he'd just recalled from the other night was seeming more tempting by the moment, apart from the fact that he would need to detangle himself from the young woman to go to the stove. Something he hesitated to do with the way she pressed against his side, seemingly gathering comfort from the position, whether it was intentional or not wasn’t the point.

 He hesitated to deprive her of the source of comfort she had seemingly found in his touch and company. Still his stomach was not so thoughtful, nor subtle. It growled somewhat audibly within the relative silence of the room.

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 11-30-2015

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png" style="avatar] <font color="#e6c519] Assassination, stealing…just a few things on his resume though few would refer to that kind of work as boring but Likèreal would have much preferred to be at Inverted Cathedral. He wasn’t in his line of work because he enjoyed it after all and his mind just wasn’t on his work lately, perhaps he really could do with a vacation… when was the last time he had one anyway? He wondered absently.

 “I wouldn’t expect anything else, you are very…dependable, Ruka.” He teased lightly, not missing the cheeky smile and quick uptake from her in response to his earlier quip about the kitchen. Honeyed eyes catching a glimpse of dimples he wasn’t certain he’d seen the last time, or perhaps he’d just forgotten.

 As warm lips pressed against his cheek and an arm slipped through his he shifted his body towards the other, adjusting to the new position even as his free hand moved automatically to rest against Ruka’s. His attention did wander despite the enjoyable conversation and the fact he was pleased to see her – despite the limit of his abilities and magic in his current form he sensed something dark and thick like molasses on the upper floor and his golden gaze shifted upwards automatically in that same direction.

 Had that been there when he’d arrived? He wondered distractedly but soon after he noticed it, the aura seemed to lessen in its density and his attention returned once more to the conversation at hand.

 It was true. They were not the most innocent bunch of individuals within these walls, so he shouldn’t worry. Likely Akihiro would fit right in, as he wasn’t the only one who was a tad promiscuous. Himself included, considering his own escapades on his first visit with these very same people.

 Golden eyes met pale blue and he smiled warmly attempting to hide his temporary preoccupation with the dark aura, though she likely noticed. Ruka was sharp. If it was something to worry about she would no doubt deal with it. Lightly squeezing her arm as he replied light heartedly, “I must agree, a name is quite a significant piece of information to disclose before one starts groping someone’s rear.”

 Removing his free hand from Ruka’s he reached out and attempted to close the blonde’s mouth before waving a hand in front of his face in an attempt to garner his attention. If it didn’t work he’d just resort to dragging him back to the bar with them. “But it’s nice to know that in my absence I didn’t miss any fun and excitement. I wouldn’t decline a drink and some company if you have the time?”

 His gaze slid back to the young woman that was standing a short distance away looking displeased.
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RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 11-30-2015

Lyta smiled when Saydri slid the offering off her fork, and she snuck a quick sip from her glass of water. Snuck, because as distressing as her current situation was--though it was considerably better and becoming moreso by the minute than it had been in her time since The Day--as closed off as her fox was, that was how she seemed to move. Little furtive attempts to accomplish small tasks, her shoulders hunched, everything that was hers close to her. Not daring to venture too far with her limbs in any direction.

So to be snuggled as she'd been against a near-complete stranger was a massive step forward for her, even if she couldn't truly comprehend the shift in her situation just yet. It meant her fear of moving forward and finding a new place in the world had succumbed at the very least to other needs.

Stay there and eat more food? She too smiled, just a little, as he offered such reassurances. "I see," she murmured, trying in vain to suppress the rasping sounds that strode along the edges of her voice. Lyta bit into her egg again, then cut a larger piece and silently offered him another bite.

Just in time, too, as his stomach made a sound that had the fox within her chest baring its teeth and folding back its ears. She scooted fully onto her chair in response, which made her look more frightened than withdrawn, turning toward him to shove the utensil closer in his direction than she was. The comical effect of a young woman brandishing a fork full of food as if in self-defense was not lost on her. Brown eyes gone wide suddenly sparkled with a tiny bit of humor. Her lips curled in the corners. A low, rasping hiccup cracked the silence. And then another, and a third, until her cheeks went pink at the sound of it bouncing around the kitchen and it was clear the rumbling sound emerging from the former diva was meant to be laughter.

Another reaction she couldn't quite put a lid on once it had broken free.

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 12-09-2015

The show she gave him with the boy she inhabited was disgusting. Never one to be interested in the form of a man. Aside from his own, but that was long since decayed in the underworld by now. And if not, he wanted to think it was. "You are a cow. Should we meet again it will not be in these forms...." the demon watched as she played her game, tried to coax him into wanting her.

Truth be told, there was a want yet not in this form.

As if to be done with her, he waved Seri's hand and froze when he felt his stomach growl. His little pet was hungry. Starved. The wench never cared for herself and could almost kill herself if she was not more mindful. Growling deep in their throat, he watched the feline recede and the boy once more be himself. He was glad to see her go. He did not want to play with his woman just yet, not when the need for blood was thick on his tongue. He wanted to return to his home if only to be free and drink of the blood from babes.

They always came back, never to remain dead for longer than a few moments. Yet the rage would always settle. This one stood and moved towards the bed where Saint now lay, holding his head from the pain. His eyes flickered from the boys face to his cock and then his lips, blue as Seri's eyes while he watched him for a few moments. Then a hand came out to grasp his arm and get his attention.

"Once you are done, little rat.....fed her." And with that, he was gone. Seri's hair returned to it's normal shade of silver-white, eyes pale blue. Her scent returned to normal as she watched Saint where he lay.

Her emotionless mask in place with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She looked into his face and then to the state of his body, cheeks tinting when she say he was bare. her had released it's grip on his arm and covered her face before she turned about, only then realizing she too was bare under the wrapped sheet covering her form. Eyes scanned the room. Looking from place to place, discarded item on the floor to shreds of cloth on the ground. Things she remembered having on not long ago. If she was here, her clothes scattered and Saint groaning in pain behind her...

She turned about quickly, sitting on the bed beside him and looking over his form with a new worry on the way her hands roamed along his skin. As if seeking any protruding bones or missing bones. Blood or torn limbs. There seemed to be a few bruises yet he did not seem to be otherwise hurt. A soft sigh left her lips in relief while she moved closer to the man.

"Saint....are you hurt?" one hand moved to cover those that held his head, pulling them away to bring them to her lips and kiss his knuckles. If she had hurt him, she at least should apologize.

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 12-18-2015

► Location: Between Bar and Stairwell
► Target Role Players: Angel Kimmi (Likereal + Ailish); Blade (Ruka)
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      Without much warning and proper self control, he whispered, "I wonder if I can move the vibrating bed into this place..." Yes, it was said out in the open, and yes it was said to himself though loud enough for the people who were currently close to him in a group. Akihiro wasn't aware of it, of course. His mouth open a bit again, just showing the tips of his upper set of teeth as he began to smile and nod his head, still staring out into space. "Yeah... I bet they'll enjoy that..."

      Unlike the rest, Aki was completely oblivious to the energy from upstairs, unable to sense such things, and so he was pleasantly happy with little to no tension... maybe a little too happy.

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 01-15-2016

Dependable was a word Ruka was often associated with. A very long time ago it might have bothered her; though, she would have kept such thoughts to herself. The pricking sensation was all that remained, acceptance of something she could never repair fully. They were old memories that had, at one point, been raw and weeping. Disassociation was what she had craved—escape to come to terms with it all after being pulled and tugged and asked to take on the burdens of others. And she had—left, that is. That dependency here wasn’t the same; they didn’t share her memories, her people’s pain, the way she did. They’re pain was different, usually something she could help mend if it came to such. And maybe that was how she dealt with it—helping others in some way made her feel as though she was helping things that could never be helped or mended.

She was still smiling. “Always a flatterer, my dear Fallen.” She watched as he shifted his gaze upward after her light peck. Ah, yes, he had noticed.... But, thankfully it was going away... gone now entirely. She exhaled through her nose in silent thanks, not wanting to split her attention so deeply as to curtail... things.

As he squeezed her arm she squeezed back. “Usually,” she murmured as she watched him lift Akihiro’s jaw up to close. “I should think it would be foolhardy to not make time for you. A loss for myself.” A single brow rose as the blonde spoke, most likely to himself out loud. She considered commenting.... but let it go.

And then she leaned in to Likereal once more, this time pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth. When she pulled away she was speaking, half of her words a whisper across his skin—loud enough to be heard either way, “I’ll get you some wine while you take care of your friend.” And then she slipped away from him, like silk brushing along sleek wood, and headed towards the bar.

RE: Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 01-16-2016

He was still lying on his back as the creature in Seri’s body came up to him. His senses had not fully recovered, and, he was too preoccupied with splitting headache. It didn’t always feel this way, but the little bitch had forced herself forward as a protective measure. God damned.

When the creature jerked on his arm though, his eyes flashed open—icen sapphire and emerald cutting through to equally cool blues. His jaw flexed; his whole body did briefly in some form of retaliation or preparation for the inevitable pain.

Christ... he was a damned glutton for punishment, wasn’t he?

And then the beast was gone and only Seri remained. He could tell because her alter ego smelled nothing like her—like sunshine, rain, and a tinge of hurt. For him there was nothing but raw power laced with unquenchable bloodlust.

His eyes softened and he shut them as she touched and caressed, as if cataloging injury as she asked after him. “Nah, Kitten.... just shaken. ‘M alright.” He sighed once and wiped a hand down his face.

“You? The devil do a number on your head, Noona?”