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

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 06-21-2015

[size=small]Location: Music Tower
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi, Open[/font]

<font color="#f1374d]"Such sweet words, Luciefel,"[/font] he replied, sensing the increase of a heartbeat against him. The soft rhythm was deathly loud within his ears, while the warmth from the other male's body seeped into his clothing and met up with his own. He imagined such warmth to be a bit more intimate - when skin touched skin and soul mingled with soul. The changes in Luciefel tugged at him, much like the skittish movement of prey to a predator. It was almost like it was calling him to fulfill the needs of the other, and in doing so, fulfilling his own. There was nothing to stop the process, sensing that the occupants that inhabited this building were a bit preoccupied with their own activities - not that there was anything to hide.

 That's right. This wasn't Luciefel's kingdom. There was really nothing to be ashamed of, and he doubt his lover developed some sort of shame among strangers. It wasn't an odd thing to experience - sexual taboo. So what if they were caught? The gaze of a stranger meant nothing in this world to him, and he doubt Luciefel was ashamed of his own body. Why would he? It was a temple of temptation and both purity and impurity. It was perfect. Anyone who said otherwise would meet up with swift correction by him and gleefully so.

 There was something sinfully delightful about being watched as well. Armand found it quite interesting that beings such as themselves are closer to the mere animals that inhabit this planet. To him, pleasure was pleasure - an urge much like being thirsty or hungry. It was something to satisfy when one had the means to, much more so with another. Shame had no part of it. In that thought, his hand had already brushed higher upon Luciefel's leg, finger tips caressing his inner thigh and carefully ghosting over Luciefel's front.

<font color="#f1374d]"I sense your mind needs a vacation. Perhaps I should... tend to that need."[/font] He went slow, just in case his lover had other plans. His thumb pushed lightly against the other's zipper, following the metal trail in a slow top to bottom motion.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 06-21-2015

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Poems/Aki%20kinky.jpg" style="avatar][size=small]Location: Cathedral Entrance, heading towards the bar.
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi, Open[/font]

"Please have mercy on me, Likereal... Would you deny a man that's dying of thirst~?" <font color="#ec7588]He turned toward Likereal, this time walking backwards and causing his worn out forest green cloak to brush against his calves, torn edges waving about. His boots were scuffed up as well, indicating they've seen many roads and paths in their lifetime. [/font]"You know I need you." <font color="#ec7588]The words were said softly and accompanied by a gentle smile.[/font] "As much as a flower needs water and sunlight, or the moon's light needs the sun." <font color="#ec7588]Placing a hand on his own chest, he tilted his head upward which made his light strands to waft against his cheek and ears. [/font] "I am truly grateful for what you do for me, Li-"

 Foot having caught a torn section of his cloak, he tumbled backwards, sending him hard onto the floor just at the edge of the area that contained the bar. The blonde laid sprawled on his back, and his eyes just sort of focused on the ceiling of the building. Naturally, there was a bit of pain on the back of his skull, but Akihiro couldn't help but appreciate the building's architecture all the more. It was so... old timey... They must have kept what they could with the construction, because one can't see this much detail in modern buildings nowadays. It seemed so handmade, meticulously carved and designed to fit the overall structure and art of which this building had to offer... Okay, he should get up now.

 Groaning softly, Akihiro pushed his upper body up. Holding himself up with one hand, he used his other one to feel the back of his head, rubbing the tender spot with a mild pout.[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-21-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] Likèreal’s lips twitched slightly in amusement at the dramatic response he got from Akihiro, only he would turn such a threat into what most would assume was almost a declaration of love. But no, with Aki this was fairly normal and as such he paid it little mind where others might have gotten flustered. Whereas the Fallen remained amused and impressed at the choice of imagery, “I would not deny you access to something that was nutritious and you actually needed, like water. Alcohol would only make you thirstier, if you were grateful you would—”

 He cut himself off in a mixture of surprise and horror when the other male tripped over nothing other his own feet or cloak seemingly. By the time he realized Aki was falling and moved forward, he knew that he wouldn’t get there before he hit the ground. The Fallen winced at the sound it made when Akihiro contacted with the floor on his back, he thought he’d heard the crack of his skull at the impact as well… not something he was pleased about considering Aki’s mortality.

 Continuing forward until he was beside him and gazed down at the prone form in concern. At least there was no blood and he hadn’t knocked himself unconscious, he thought when Aki levered himself into a partial upright position. He could have a concussion though or various other damage though, the thought caused a soft sigh to escape from Likèreal. It was things like this that made him concerned about Aki falling off cliffs or drowning or some such thing, he wasn’t sure how the blonde stayed alive with his track record.

 “What am I going to do with you...you should be more careful,” he chided softly, the rebuke a sign of his concern as he bent down. Lifting the blonde up in his arms bridal style and carried him towards the bar. Careful not to jostle him too much as he walked. He wasn’t going there for the alcohol specifically – though likely Aki would still want some. No he wanted to check for injuries which the blonde would laugh off if left alone.

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 06-22-2015

<img style="Lyta Fiera" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1299.photobucket.com/albums/ag76/danixiewrites/lyta_zpsk848tfg6.png]Lyta offered no resistance when the glass left her fingers, too focused on stopping the impending meltdown to even send a thank you toward Ruka's back as he left to presumably fill it. Consumed though she was, the panther's movements were slow enough that her fox stopped its quaking long enough to scoot into a crouch, head tucked low, watching. He leaned into her peripheral vision and then hovered over her. Close enough to touch. She wouldn't, though, her grasp curling inward as well, her fingertips tracing the tight flowers over her collarbone, belongings collected like a miser.

He would. And even knowing he was about to enter her personal space her present energy wouldn't allow her to move from the stool, or flinch, or run away in abject terror. Dull brown eyes snapped shut when his fingers touched her cheeks. "Not trying to," she admitted, still trying to use as few words as she felt she could get away with without being curt. "Stops on its own if I ignore it."

Lyta finally let it sink under her skin. Care. Within these walls, the occupants she'd met so far (though certainly she couldn't guarantee the rest would behave in kind)--Saydri, Ruka--there was none of the clinical detachment that one would endure at the otherwise caring hands of the hospital staff, there was none of the snobbish dismissal that she'd faced down after the incident. Just...care.

Perhaps Inverted was, indeed, a safe haven.

"Saydri." She tipped her face toward his and sent a wobbly smile. The tears were slowing, but still embarrassingly evident. Lyta vacillated between the need to apologize for calling him the wrong name--though she hadn't known better, she shouldn't have assumed--and the need to re-greet him. "Niceto...apologies!"

It came out in such a horrifying jumble she wasn't sure she should ever open her mouth again.

Which was a major problem, because she should have thanked Ruka for the drink and instead the cathedral's proprietor was asking her a question, and the fox inside her chest was turning in anxious circles, and she was nodding mutely with her mouth gaping like a fish rather than voicing something audible, sensical, like eggs, or gluten-free pancakes, or whatever people had for breakfast that wasn't jello and ice-pops and overprocessed everything.

Whether Ruka could interpret that expression as a particular type of food would remain to be seen.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 06-22-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]When the beastie in her head laughed his own snorted, trying once more to sleep in all her satisfaction. Saint paid it no mind at all, far too busy sliding his hands long the skin of Seri’s back and then down again. Fingers dug up under the pants she’d donned, purring once the made contact with her bare bottom. Cool, smooth, soft skin…

He growled once, lowly, as he pushed her hips into his and massaged flesh. At the same time, he pull back on the kiss just enough to nip at her lower lip, to suck; and then that mouth move to her jawline, her neck. He’d pressed softly before rolling the length of his tongue over her pulse point and inhaling.

His brain was going further and further to that place of ‘yes, fuck, more now—right the fuck now’. And then something jarred the shit out of him; someone in his head—someone who wasn’t Ruka shouting and projecting brassed off hurt feelings.

He pulled his mouth away from Seri’s then, blue and green mixmatched gazed locking on Ailish. He should have known; little imp rarely went a morning without trying to wake him up. Which, wouldn’t normally be problem when his bedmates left the night before. But Seri hadn’t; they’d both been too damned drunk on one another to give a flying fuck about anything but sleep.

“Brat,” he bit off out loud. “Get out.” He did not want to chase her out, but he would if he had to. <<You don’t want me chasing you out,>> he added mentally, directing it to her.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-23-2015

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/pic.png" style="avatar] It was something of a morning ritual for her to wake up the vampire, rarely was someone still in his bedroom by the afternoon. It was true that she enjoyed sometimes playing pranks or annoying him, but he was a familiar and comfortable presence in a strange and new place. He was fun to be around and no matter what she did, he accepted her and never seemed to get genuinely angry with her.

 Until now that is. Still pouting Ailish felt confused and childish, still tempted to stomp her foot at the fact that he was too absorbed in the other woman. She didn’t like being ignored, especially by Saint. She was not used to Saint not having time for her, though it wasn’t that she was so innocent and naïve as to not know what happened in the bedrooms that surrounded hers of an evening. She knew what Saint was like, and even her teacher partook in such habits on occasion. She was not stupid even if she personally did not know the joys of the flesh, having not met anyone yet that she wished to form such an attachment with.

 Hurt was visible in the sapphire eyes when she met the blue and green eyes, before they flared into anger at the word brat. Though it wasn’t the first time he’d called her such, it was the first time there was some real bite to the word as told her to get out rather than the familiar playfulness, which hurt all the more. Her eyes filling with tears both of anger and hurt as she stared at him for a few short seconds, << I’m not scared of you! Fine! Stay here, do whatever you want! I hate you Saint! You are such a fucking asshole!! >>

 Perhaps she’d been spending too much time with him and Setrin, picking up some of their language – or maybe it was all the time watching T.V and P.C.

 Lifting one of her arms upwards in a smooth movement. Hurling the white board she always carried in Saint’s direction with as much energy as she could, though she didn’t really expect it would hit him. Turning around, not even waiting to see if the whiteboard hit him or not. She stomped back towards the door, using excessive force she slammed the door behind her the sound reverberating through the hallway. <<YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT!!!!>>

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-23-2015

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar-1.png] <font color="9ce619] Saydri was not fazed by the somewhat brief reply she gave, instead his thumb continued gently brushing away the salty moisture of her tears. The smallest of smiles appearing on his lips as she stated that the tears stopped if she ignored them, it seemed like such a normal comment. Yet it was a sad comment, it hinted that many tears had been shed recently.

 A soft almost purr-like sound slipped from him as the hand rubbed along his back, his attention shifting back towards Ruka. He was mollified by the fact she took back her earlier words. Easily pacified, he was not generally one to stay angry or keep grudges especially with Ruka.

 He was gentle and careful, almost as if he was handling glass which seemed almost to be the case. There was something about the young woman that reminded him of something damaged, rejected and uncared for…almost like an instrument that had been tossed aside rather than replacing the strings and showing it the care it was due. There was something familiar about this young woman who smelled like lavender and moss, an almost earthy scent beneath the salt of tears.

 Saydri removed his hand, lightly brushing her dark strands before stepping back slightly to give her some more space. He was unfazed by the mix of words, it only took a few moments to understanding what she had meant, though it did seem she was a bit overwhelmed by the way she just seemed to nod silently at everything Ruka said. “It is not your fault. I had not introduced myself yet. And Panther is fine,” he stated towards Ruka, knowing the nickname could no doubt get worse.

 Silently thinking through various breakfasts that Ruka had made and various disasters which had not always his. Saydri eventually held up his fingers, addressing Lyta he said, “Pick a number - 1 pancakes, 2 omelette, 3 French toast or 4 for something else.”

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 06-25-2015

<img style="avatar" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Poems/Aki%20kinky.jpg][size=small]Location: Heading towards the bar.
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi, Open[/font]

<font color="#ec7588]Akihiro watched as his friend approached him, wondering for a brief moment if he could get the man to fall on top of him 'accidentally.' This result was better though, and he made himself comfortable in the position as opposed to being surprised or embarrassed like how a normal individual would react in such circumstance. One foot pointed outward while his arm moved around Likereal's shoulders, he enjoyed his little 'human' shuttle to the desired destination. In fact, Aki treated it just like such, looking around somewhat curiously and yet relaxed while the gentle throbbing in his head dulled down over time.[/font]

"There are several things you could do with me~"<font color="#ec7588] he said, turning his attention back to Likereal. A flirtatious smirk settled on his lips while the hand that was draped over Likereal's shoulder shifted so he could curl one of the other's black strands around a finger. [/font] "In fact, there are several things you have done to me that I would like to repeat... very much." <font color="#ec7588]Letting the silk-like hair fall from his finger, he used said finger with another one to 'walk' higher upon the other's shoulder so that he could start to caress the man's neck.[/font] "And then afterwards, I can return the favor."

<font color="#ec7588]His gaze lifted to the ceiling in thought while he continued,[/font] "It's just a shame I don't have my collection of toys with me. I got this new vibrating cock ring that's supposed to activate based on the bass of music. Oh my gosh, Likereal. You missed it. Having that thing on to the sound of "Sandstorm" by Darude is quite heavenly for your partner and for you."

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-25-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] Likèreal carried the other male with relative ease, because the blonde wasn’t really that heavy – another hint that he hadn’t been eating properly. The Fallen clucked his tongue softly as he moved towards the bar though he was not at all surprised at the direction their conversation was going. The blonde was after all, entirely incorrigible. Still, he wouldn’t have Akihiro any other way despite the various personality quirks.

 Golden eyes shifted back to meet hazel as fingers idly slid through his hair and across his neck, causing a light shiver in response as he neared the stools. Around the time the blonde started on his favourite topic, perhaps that was why Aki was broke. It all got spent on the quite expansive collection of erotica. Even he hadn’t seen the whole collection, it was probably worth a small fortune.

 Shifting he settled his friend down on one of them before straightening once more, using one hand to swivel the chair so he could see the back of his head. Gentle fingers prodded at the back of his skull, searching for the injury. Finding the bump he carefully touched it and was glad to see there definitely wasn't any blood in the dirty blonde strands or on his fingers.

 “I’m sure I would be more than happy to comply with the direction your mind is wandering if you hadn’t just possibly given yourself multiple injuries," he said dryly as he wondered whether he had given himself a concussion and his fingers glowed softly white as he closed his eyes. Using the energy to check for fractures or any subsequent damage. "Besides that have you been buying toys instead of eating again?"
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 06-25-2015

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Poems/Aki%20kinky.jpg" style="avatar][size=small]Location: Bar
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi, Open[/font]

<font color="#ec7588]Ah, the bar. He couldn't wait to get something in him, in more ways than one. From what he saw, there was a variety of selections, but he would always shift back to any type of vodka should he come across it. Akihiro was just about to lean in to get a better view of their stash when his stool swiveled around. He suddenly felt like one of those monkeys on the discovery channel as he sensed fingers moving through his strands. It took a second for him to understand what was going on, having forgotten he fell moments ago - not because he had a bad memory, but because the luxury of being carried around and the promise of alcohol was enough of a distraction. Overall, the blonde just blinked and stared outward for a moment, before he turned his head slightly to give Likereal a sloppy smile, avoiding the question.[/font]

"Lik, that hasn't stopped the fun before! We used to go on many er... night time excursions and come back a little roughed up. I believe it added to our experiences in the bedroom~!" <font color="#ec7588]Using his foot to turn himself, he swiveled back to face the other male and grabbed his hand and its glowing fingers. Instantly, his eyes sparkled with what could have been a practiced expression. [/font] "Don't you remember the time we broke that little guy out of prison? The danger? The excitement? The bruises, scars, and bullet wounds afterwards? Didn't it just..." <font color="#ec7588]Rubbing the back of said hand with a thumb, Akihiro's eyebrows waggled suggestively.[/font] "...turn you on? Don't tell me I was the only one that felt that way." >;[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-25-2015

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png] Likèreal was concentrating on the injury and was glad to see that everything seemed fine, he was fairly certain Aki hadn’t even gotten a concussion. How he managed to go day to day without more injuries was a mystery to the Fallen, perhaps he was just lucky as far as genetics went. Still, he was pulled from such thoughts when his patient took it upon himself to move and the chair swivelled back around to face him, causing a sound of exasperation to slip from parted lips.

 Opening his eyes once more as his still glowing hand was grabbed before the light faded gradually. It was true of course, they had probably gone through worse and had still fucked like bunnies. Still getting injured in the midst of an adrenalin pumping fight was a tad different to falling over himself in the middle of an establishment. The outcome wasn’t too dissimilar though.

 He sighed softly knowing that it was a losing battle. The main difference was the adrenalin pumping through his system and the thrill of coming out on top made one tend to forget that they almost got killed. That particular instance was quite vivid in his memory, mostly because he’d ended up having to stop Tempo bleeding out and then had gotten shot himself, not one of his crowning moments. “That is true, but I am less prone to worrying about your health after an adrenaline inducing fight then right now. Plus getting shot wasn’t much of a positive when you cringe at the sight of blood--” he finally admitted getting coaxed by the fingers against his.

 Until Akihiro’s question. One dark eyebrow raised mildly incredulous before he retrieved his hand. Turning Aki back around to face the other way, fingers pushing up and bunching up the fabric of his shirt and cloak. “You don’t even remember when we spend time together I see. I'm glad I leave such a lasting impression and don’t think I didn’t notice how you avoided my question about buying toys instead of food.”
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 06-25-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Poems/Aki%20kinky.jpg" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;][size=small]Location: Bar
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi, Open[/font]

<font color="#ec7588]An instant pout appeared on Akihiro's face the moment Likreal's hand left his. In fact, he wiggled his fingers a bit and stared at his empty palm with a clear-cut puppy dog expression, complete with watery eyes. It was like taking a toy from a small child before he had the chance to play with it. The moment passed quickly, and the blonde was again turned away from the male, having to bend forward in order to accommodate the action of what he assumed was some sort of check-up. Though he knew he hurt Likereal just a tiny bit, the fact that he was still taking care of him was a sign to Akihiro that he still cared, hopefully; either that or Likereal was going to rip out his spine for such a comment, which he hoped wasn't the case.

Akihiro's back was like a history of his travels and activities. He was an energetic man, and there wasn't really a moment when he wasn't up to something. Danger was a close friend as far as he was concerned. There were many places he visited where he was lucky to have left in one piece... sometimes not, but that was another story for another time. It showed that despite his lean-ish and roughed-up appearance, the man was in pretty good shape. Strong muscles could be seen as they were exposed, hardened and trained over time. Upon his skin there were scars, some new, some old, each marking an event within Aki's life. One could have sworn that one scar looked similar to a human bite, another maybe the evidence of a precise strike of a whip, another seemed to be scratch marks - a bit too small for an animal, but maybe just right for a human. Then there were several others, a graze here and there from a bullet or some type of weapon, maybe even a blunt object. After all, not all meetings with sexual intentions ended up with a good result. They were scattered at random, but none too lethal.

Peeking over his shoulder, Akihiro said, [/font]"Oh, Lik. Don't be like that. You know I enjoy every moment we spend together. How could I not?" <font color="#ec7588]With a smile, the blonde looked forward again while placing a hand on the bar to steady himself and not fall off the stool in his slightly bent position. Some of his bangs covered his eyes and shadowed them. [/font] "I will always remember you," <font color="#ec7588]he added quietly.[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 06-25-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/RukaAlomini.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] There was so much going in her home today, the cathedral, that any Traygon child would have a hard time of it—keeping track, that is. The duo in the music room were weaving into each other; Saint and Seri seemed to be getting there, but she had doubts with her young charge in the mix now; and Likereal and someone entirely new were at the bar. The other male had hurt himself, and as per usual, the Fallen was being just as much of caretaker as herself.

It had not been her intention for the establishment to become a halfway house of sorts, but in some way it warmed that it had become a haven for those who needed it. What else was money good for anyway, if not helping those who needed it most?

She thought for a moment to say something to the shouting in her head; after all, She and Saint had an open door policy… even if they didn’t abuse it. She couldn’t ignore this, but when she heard it, there was no real indication on her face other than the twitch of her lips inclined towards a smirk. No need to say anything yet. After all, the girl hadn't come down the stairs without a shirt yet.

Cold blues made sure to focus on Lyta though, at her inability to order something to eat. When Saydri told her Panther was fine she smiled at him, briefly allowing her eyes to shift to him. “Good to know.” But then she was looking back at Lyta.

Such a small thing; that wasn’t her assessment of her exterior either. She was smothered in something, not entirely happy or at peace—also anxious. Her body language hinted as much. Ruka wondered if the poor thing worried she’d have to pay for the food. “It’s on the house,” she finally told her, hoping to ease any fear she had. “You look at though you don’t need to worry about money for a while.

“And if it bothers you, we can always work something else out. I don’t want you to feel as though you’re indebted either.”

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-26-2015

<img style="avatar" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png] Likèreal had missed the puppy-dog expression, probably best as well since he was a little weak against them but the Fallen could imagine the expression well enough. Already having decided that Aki was guilty of buying toys instead of food from his avoidance. Equally Likèreal was somewhat pouting in his own way at Akihiro’s choice of words, though he knew that the blonde had a lot on his mind and various events could at times blend together. Still, he couldn’t help but be a bit miffed at the implication that he could so easily forget the times they’d spent together.

 Nevertheless, he continued to examine Aki. He may have not have been as gentle in his movements in moving the clothing aside – not that the thief would mind in the least. He’d probably enjoy it, he thought dryly as he ran fingertips across the vertebrae at the top and started working downwards, knowing fingers moving over flesh as his mind wandered.

 Fingers once more glowed softly as he checked for damage, yet honeyed eyes trailed over the multitude of scars and marks that Akihiro carried. It was for a tapestry of his life and while he knew that Aki would laugh most of them off as being mistakes in the bedroom since he could be somewhat masochistic. Despite that he knew that quite a few were probably injuries from his past. The mortal led a dangerous life in the fast lane and the past was something Aki didn’t discuss, he lived very much in the present or the future.

 Despite his continual light-heartedness, Likèreal could not entirely escape the impression that Aki had seen some things in his life. Had lived through things that only made you stronger. That inkling of sadness, of seriousness that occasionally raised its head. Like the quietly whispered words that reached his ears only because he wasn’t human, when Aki whispered he would always remember him, it pained him somehow.

 Sometimes he thought Aki was seeking death blindly with the way he threw himself into things blindly without thinking of the consequence. Or he just wanted to enjoy it until the last second. Silently he finished checking Aki over for injuries before returning the clothing back to some semblance of order.

 "It seems you somehow avoided injury again." Likèreal stated softly as he dropped a kiss onto the thief's shoulder.
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 06-29-2015

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This was what she enjoyed most about being intimate with Saint. The need to touch as much as possible and not hold back his desire. Seri knew that should they enjoy each other again, she would only wake even more hungry than she was right now. But that didn't matter half as much as those long fingers pressing against her back, pulling her closer to his lips before they found themselves down the back of his pants - even if she was the one wearing them - to grasp her bum.

Her body connected to his groin and Seri whimpered against the side of his head at the pleasure she felt from the touch. Not yet cold skin against slightly warmer, but it was getting to that point. His kisses traveled to her neck where she was more than happy to oblige him to feed again or mark her skin. Breath quietly burst from lungs in raspy, needing whimpers. More and more she wanted. Needed the attention from her intimate friend.

Yet too soon the lips she was beginning to adore hissed in anger and ceased their gifts upon her skin. The female from the door - the one peeking in on them and their fun - seemed to be noticed by Saint finally. Not as if she could have been ignored since she was inside the room, not far from them at all. He glared at the girl, called her a brat and tried to shoo her away.

Perhaps not in the most productive way, seeing as it only caused more anger from the person on the receiving end. Judging by the tears in her eyes and the huff in her chest, she was more than angry. Seri sat up on Saint's lap, and swung her leg around to get off him and onto the bed. Her intention was to console the hurt female, maybe have a sit and talk about what had hurt her. That was her intention, but she did not watch long enough to see the small white board go flying across the room. Not until it slammed against her shoulder blade with the edge, making painful contact with her body. And stuck in place for a moment.

Seri made no change of expression at the pain the bit of metal and plastic caused. In fact, she was impressed at the strength the girl had to toss something hard enough to causing minor bleeding. A simple open wound that would heal before the end of the next hour.

She did, however, react when the door slammed closed. Jumping a little in surprise, she turned about and looked to the door, her back facing Saint. <font color="#7aebf0]".....You should-....not have c-called her a-.....brat, Saint."[/font] she whispered as if the words were difficult to speak.

The picture of calm and uncaring, Seri tried to maintain the anger from her beast in check. He was not happy at all that his 'body' had been harmed by a toy. The child was not to blame, but Seri for letting it happen. But she doubted that would save anyone in the long run.