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Nice, I like! Great first post! I'm glad you had fun! So, is my turn to make Dark, no?
Alexi finishes his meal in silence, his thoughts occupied by a particularly spirited vampire among other important things. Once the meal is over he wings a bell and few of his kitchen staff come out to clean up his mess. Alexi watches them work for a while, offering smiles to those bold enough to look at him but most are returned by little jumps and hurried movements. Only a couple of the older slaves returns the smiles, but none address him. Alexi would not mind talking to them at this point, but they have so little in common that the master of the house finds them simply staring at him by the end of the conversation. A few of the younger ones, like his driver, would listen for hours however. Alexi would tell them tales about their races before the enslavement and they would stare at him, fascinated.
With a light huff the younger Vandros makes his way to his study, where true to his word, he stays until well after midnight. Once all of his work is done however he wanders out of his study a little dazed looking. Not sure what else to do he goes to the nearest window and just looks out over the lawns. Many of the night slaves are moving about here and there, clipping hedges and removing fallen sticks from the many trees dotting the back lawn. The gardeners are hard at work and once again Alexi realizes he'd never make it if he didn't have his slaves. Suddenly overtaken by the urge to see his brother the younger Vandros makes his way to the back door. Startling the gardeners a little he offers them a little wave so they know he's not there to see them before moving off towards Mois's little hut.
'Well, it looks like a hut to me, but I suppose it's a house. . .' Alexi shrugs, not really wanting to think about such things right now. Slipping inside he moves slowly through the dark until he finds his way into his brother's room. Mois, who had woken up at the sound of his front door opening, simply looks at him with only one eye open as the younger brother stares at him from the doorway. After a few seconds Alexi shuffles in and flops down on the bed beside his brother. Mois bops him lightly on the head before laying one arm across the limp form, falling quickly back to sleep. Alexi however does not sleep. He knows that if he doesn't get back to the house and actually sleep in his room with the vampire tonight, he will not be able to resist simply moving in with Mois for the extent of the breaking. 'If I flee now, I'll never be able to make my plan work' He doesn't leave just yet though. First, he just wants to spend some time with his family, as small as it is.
With a light huff the younger Vandros makes his way to his study, where true to his word, he stays until well after midnight. Once all of his work is done however he wanders out of his study a little dazed looking. Not sure what else to do he goes to the nearest window and just looks out over the lawns. Many of the night slaves are moving about here and there, clipping hedges and removing fallen sticks from the many trees dotting the back lawn. The gardeners are hard at work and once again Alexi realizes he'd never make it if he didn't have his slaves. Suddenly overtaken by the urge to see his brother the younger Vandros makes his way to the back door. Startling the gardeners a little he offers them a little wave so they know he's not there to see them before moving off towards Mois's little hut.
'Well, it looks like a hut to me, but I suppose it's a house. . .' Alexi shrugs, not really wanting to think about such things right now. Slipping inside he moves slowly through the dark until he finds his way into his brother's room. Mois, who had woken up at the sound of his front door opening, simply looks at him with only one eye open as the younger brother stares at him from the doorway. After a few seconds Alexi shuffles in and flops down on the bed beside his brother. Mois bops him lightly on the head before laying one arm across the limp form, falling quickly back to sleep. Alexi however does not sleep. He knows that if he doesn't get back to the house and actually sleep in his room with the vampire tonight, he will not be able to resist simply moving in with Mois for the extent of the breaking. 'If I flee now, I'll never be able to make my plan work' He doesn't leave just yet though. First, he just wants to spend some time with his family, as small as it is.
Aci double post!
“When in pain a being will do just about anything to make the pain stop. Or so they say. You were not lying Little Mouse. But you are right, I would not hurt you no matter the pain.” Kuro licks at his freshly healed cheeks and smiles. 'Nice to not have that taste in my mouth for a time' “Different form huh? Well, I do change a little in battle, not that I battle all that often. It was a requirement of my father's. But no, it's not really a different form.” He thinks about it for a second, smiling as the angel tugs on his hair. 'Gog, it's like I'm a pet dragon that he's proud to have tamed' He huffs. “I think for the most part those things you're thinking of are the Twisted and the Condemned.”
Knowing that's not going to be enough of an explanation he turns to face the boy again. “The Condemned are obviously the souls of humans that were sent to hell and not dragged their by one of my kind. They take on the form that most suits what they really are, and yeah, that can look really nasty. The worst thing I have ever seen was one of those. I still get sick thinking about it. . .” He shudders lightly recalling the foul thing but after a few seconds goes on. “As for the Twisted, those are demons under punishment by my father. He uses his power to twist the demons into a horrible figure, and then they have to stay like that for an amount of time. He never tells them how long that will be, cruel bastard, but if they survive long enough they will always be returned to their true forms.”
His nose twitches. Having been away from the smell of it in hell so long Kuro can not help but agree with Aoba about the smell. The yawn however was more interesting to him. 'Let's see . . .' “What's wrong Little Mouse? Your lover keep you awake last night? I'm envious, scoring a cutey like you.” Kuro is not being entirely untruthful. If the little angel really does have a lover Kuro can't help but be a little jealous that he or she gets to see the more sexy side of his medi angel. However the question itself is more to get information on Aoba's living situation so he keeps his smile lighthearted. He can feel the gaze from the guards and he prays that they will let him at least find out this much before rushing the little angel out.
Knowing that's not going to be enough of an explanation he turns to face the boy again. “The Condemned are obviously the souls of humans that were sent to hell and not dragged their by one of my kind. They take on the form that most suits what they really are, and yeah, that can look really nasty. The worst thing I have ever seen was one of those. I still get sick thinking about it. . .” He shudders lightly recalling the foul thing but after a few seconds goes on. “As for the Twisted, those are demons under punishment by my father. He uses his power to twist the demons into a horrible figure, and then they have to stay like that for an amount of time. He never tells them how long that will be, cruel bastard, but if they survive long enough they will always be returned to their true forms.”
His nose twitches. Having been away from the smell of it in hell so long Kuro can not help but agree with Aoba about the smell. The yawn however was more interesting to him. 'Let's see . . .' “What's wrong Little Mouse? Your lover keep you awake last night? I'm envious, scoring a cutey like you.” Kuro is not being entirely untruthful. If the little angel really does have a lover Kuro can't help but be a little jealous that he or she gets to see the more sexy side of his medi angel. However the question itself is more to get information on Aoba's living situation so he keeps his smile lighthearted. He can feel the gaze from the guards and he prays that they will let him at least find out this much before rushing the little angel out.
Watching the explosion silently Seishu feels the part of him, the little part sobbing in the corner of his soul, tear it's way out like a wild beast. His eyes never leave his counterpart as his rage finally breaks over the white haired male, his face an expressionless mask. He can not hear even his own thoughts as he let the pain inside him grow, his soul bared to the male before him as it all pours fourth in a torrent. When at last it fades he looks to where the other guardian had vanished from view and blinks slowly. With unhurried movements he pushes the covers aside and turns, legs falling off the edge of the bed.
Without a touch of his own energy he forces his body to his feet, the pain screaming for a relief he can not give it. He has to do this, all on his own. He has to. There is no question of this. His feet hardly make a sound as he shuffles slowly across the room, the small figure of his counterpart curled up beside the door coming slowly into view. Is legs scream, his wounds feel as if they want to tear him open, but still he shuffles the last few feet forward until at last he falls quietly to his knees behind the tense red head. Without hesitation his arms wrap around the figure, his wrists crossing one another as his hands grip the other guardian's legs gently. Seishu brings his head down to rest on Enasi right shoulder, a faint sigh leaving his lips.
After a moment of silence however one of his hands slides up and carefully pulls up Enasi's head so Seishu can look him in the eyes. His expression is blank and without a word he leans in. His grip is firm, not letting Enasi pull away should he try, and his eyes flutter close as he presses a kiss to his counterpart's lips. Unlike the one from the dream, this one if firm, but tender, filled with passion without being demanding. It lasts only a few seconds but when he pulls back, his eyes are once more filled with tears. “You do care too much.” His words are simple, spoken without any feeling to them, but his eyes blaze with the fire of love now his to bare. No longer is he separate from that thing inside. No longer can he see himself separate.
This however only makes the pain worse and as he looks away from Enasi he whispers softly. “You are you, and I am me, and neither of us can be anything more or less than that. I am a guardian of a world who's very ground is deadly if you don't know what you're doing, so I don't have the luxury of being kind to my minions by withholding my worries. You are the guardian of a world where ever piece of it is designed to make the loves of those who live in it healthy, and happy, so you can keep you worries to yourself and no harm will come from it.” He twitches slightly, his fingers moving back down to hold Enasi's leg once more.
“Well, no harm except to we guardians. I have to destroy my minion's innocence and naivety before they are even old enough to take their first steps outside my palace, and you have to constantly be on edge worrying about every little thing because your underlings just don't have to know any better. We are alone in these things, and have to remain alone.” His head falls to rest in the crook of Enasi's neck, his strength all but spent now that he's said what need be said.
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As Starla lay there, trying to wrap her head around everything, something strikes her. She doesn't move at first, unsure if she should take the thought seriously. Then she sits up. “He said we can't give each other the answers. He also says that siblings share things. He never said anything about the both of us working up to the answer. The general said something like that too. We don't need the answer right now, we just need to get our foots in the door. The rest don't know what theirs is, so I don't see him making us the only ones that have to know before he'll accept us. He just wants us to get our foot in the door.” Snapping her fingers she jumps up and runs off to find Finn to share her revelation.
Without a touch of his own energy he forces his body to his feet, the pain screaming for a relief he can not give it. He has to do this, all on his own. He has to. There is no question of this. His feet hardly make a sound as he shuffles slowly across the room, the small figure of his counterpart curled up beside the door coming slowly into view. Is legs scream, his wounds feel as if they want to tear him open, but still he shuffles the last few feet forward until at last he falls quietly to his knees behind the tense red head. Without hesitation his arms wrap around the figure, his wrists crossing one another as his hands grip the other guardian's legs gently. Seishu brings his head down to rest on Enasi right shoulder, a faint sigh leaving his lips.
After a moment of silence however one of his hands slides up and carefully pulls up Enasi's head so Seishu can look him in the eyes. His expression is blank and without a word he leans in. His grip is firm, not letting Enasi pull away should he try, and his eyes flutter close as he presses a kiss to his counterpart's lips. Unlike the one from the dream, this one if firm, but tender, filled with passion without being demanding. It lasts only a few seconds but when he pulls back, his eyes are once more filled with tears. “You do care too much.” His words are simple, spoken without any feeling to them, but his eyes blaze with the fire of love now his to bare. No longer is he separate from that thing inside. No longer can he see himself separate.
This however only makes the pain worse and as he looks away from Enasi he whispers softly. “You are you, and I am me, and neither of us can be anything more or less than that. I am a guardian of a world who's very ground is deadly if you don't know what you're doing, so I don't have the luxury of being kind to my minions by withholding my worries. You are the guardian of a world where ever piece of it is designed to make the loves of those who live in it healthy, and happy, so you can keep you worries to yourself and no harm will come from it.” He twitches slightly, his fingers moving back down to hold Enasi's leg once more.
“Well, no harm except to we guardians. I have to destroy my minion's innocence and naivety before they are even old enough to take their first steps outside my palace, and you have to constantly be on edge worrying about every little thing because your underlings just don't have to know any better. We are alone in these things, and have to remain alone.” His head falls to rest in the crook of Enasi's neck, his strength all but spent now that he's said what need be said.
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As Starla lay there, trying to wrap her head around everything, something strikes her. She doesn't move at first, unsure if she should take the thought seriously. Then she sits up. “He said we can't give each other the answers. He also says that siblings share things. He never said anything about the both of us working up to the answer. The general said something like that too. We don't need the answer right now, we just need to get our foots in the door. The rest don't know what theirs is, so I don't see him making us the only ones that have to know before he'll accept us. He just wants us to get our foot in the door.” Snapping her fingers she jumps up and runs off to find Finn to share her revelation.
The small twinges do not go unnoticed by the Dream Guardian's counterpart. 'Wow, not only is he the master of innocence, he's the lord of bottling things up and the sultan of denying himself. It's incredible. You'd think the most honest thing alive would have no problem just telling me how he feels, but then again, he doesn't tell what's troubling him without some coaxing' Kuro feels a twinge of his own at that thought. 'I guess his feeling about that experience fall under the “Troublesome” category. That's both encouraging and wholly heartbreaking for my poor dream self' Seishu can almost see what he still insists is a separate entity from his waking self coiling into a little ball and sobbing it's heart out. However, use to watching such events being what he is he watches with little more than detached fascination.
Seishu lets out a sigh. “You really don't listen to me much, do you? I said you were right not to try and bring him or send him over. You'd have to meet with me personally for the exchange, and with how much you've always loathed me, I can't even imagine what it would take for you to seek me out on earth. You're such a little shut in up here. Running your kingdom on false smiles and masked stress.” Seishu knows he's being a bit cruel, but he doesn't know how else to handle the situation. He can not tell that the suffering of the being inside him is making his strike out at what he sees as the source of the pain.
He smirks, becoming even more irrational. “Oh, and about the kiss thing? Was that really a challenge for you? A kiss? Man, you are really pathetic some times. One little kiss to make you grow stronger. Like a kiss is such a burden.” Before he could stop his tongue he adds, “Besides, the way you just gave up like that, it was no burden, no challenge, you wanted it. You didn't care how it made me feel, you just wanted to see what it would feel like for you.” Seishu knows he messed up, but he does not let his gaze fall. He can not bring himself to back down, knowing that any backlash he gets for what he said, he deserves. 'I'm an ass, and I know it. What are you going to do about it? What do you have to say for yourself? Did you even notice my mistake or are you just going to bitch at me then run away to some happy place to make yourself feel all better. You self centered bastard' His thoughts have become far to tainted by his sadness to realize that what he's thinking is beyond stupid, and for the most part, false.
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Starla crosses her arms, thinking hard about what Harper said. Then she stops. Growling in frustration. “But sir, if I stop to think about my feelings, then I get thinking about them, and then I start thinking more, and I move into over thinking.” Harper reaches out and places a paw on her head. Almost as if it is some silent command she blurts the first thing that pops into her head. “I feel like I would do anything for Lord Enasi, even if it means guarding something I have no real interest in beyond what my lord wants of me.”
Harper smiles. “Good start. You're on the right track. Now I must go. I have to do a few checks and talking slows me down, sorry.” With that he bends to all fours and takes off at speed.
“On the right track?” she murmurs, watching him go. 'Okay, if that's how I feel, and I'm on the right track, then it's my feelings themselves that are making him repel me, right? But, I know Finn doesn't feel the same way. He's got an interest in that thing. He was talking before how he can't wait to get the low down on the Nightmare Realm, and maybe some fighting tips. . .' Starla shakes her head. 'But if that's not right either, then what?' She wanders towards the garden, hoping the plants will help calm her nerves.
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Meanwhile Finn has selected his next target. 'There's no point in not finding out as much information as you can before tackling a problem. So I may as well see what Doctor Crios thinks' He makes his way to the medical office quickly, bowing and smiling at a few doctors out on their rounds before making his way over to Crios's private space. The fox man looks up as he draws close. “Doctor I was wo-” Crios cuts him off with a raised hand and Finn flinches, stopping cold. Crios holds up a finger before looking back to what he was working on and after a few seconds he puts down his pencil and slides out of his chair. Motioning for the taller plant sibling to follow Crios makes his way out of the medical bay and into the fairly empty halls.
“Sorry about that. I had something important I needed to get finished. I would have lost my train of thought if you'd kept talking.” Finn nods in understanding, his sister often times leading his thoughts astray with he longwindedness. He walks beside the fox man silently for a bit before Crios finally speaks up. “I'm not sure how I can help you with Night. He's, at first glance, a very simple guy. Only wanting what he wants, and taking no bull crap from any body. A harsh temper and a cruel sense of humor, as well as a pension for tricks and harsh comebacks.” Finn nods, having heard much the same from Rue.
“So, you're saying he's not like that?” Finn questions softly.
Crios shakes his head. “Oh no, he's very much exactly that. What I said is that seems like that is all he seems to be at first.” He looks to Finn to make sure he understands what he means and Finn gives him another nod.
“So, what else is he?” he asks, honestly curious what else the doctor has seen in him. 'Maybe it's some of those little things Rue hinted at'
Crios smiles, and honest to goodness smile of fondness for his most difficult patient. Finn is a little shocked at the look, not expecting it from the usually stoic doctor. “He's. . . .A very loving, protective guy. Once he accepts something in close to him, he would die for it without hesitation. He has no real regard for his body beyond upholding the balance, and. . . .” Crios hesitates for a second, sharpening Finn's attention on to him. “He's got a side of him that is so unselfish it's enough to break even the most coldhearted jerk's heart. . .” His voice trails off but with a little cough he goes on. “He's honest, but has a way of saying things that, while honest, sound like absolute crap.” He smiles over at Finn. “He once said he's more than willing to sleep with me, and I believe him. I have no doubt of his libido, but I also know that he would never even try it because it would most likely kill me. See what I mean?”
Finn thinks about it for a second before nodding. 'He truly would sleep with Crios if it were possible without harming him. So, he's not lying about the willingness, but he's unwilling to hurt Crios so he's not exactly willing to do it. It's complected, but only a little' Looking back to the doctor he asks, “So, how did he decide you were the right person? Well, one of the people he wants near him?”
Crios shrugs. “No idea. When I first went there, I was terrified. He even threatened me, repeatedly. Then Rue pointed out he was playing with me, I said something I don't recall and then he looked at me.” Crios pauses at the memory. He may not be able to remember the words exactly, but that gaze has stuck with him. “He looked at me as if seeing something there that wasn't me. Something that I couldn't understand, nor had ever even thought to see. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make me question myself in ways I've never thought to.” he shrugs. “After that, he and I became I guess what one could call close. He gave me my nickname then, 'Doc', and since then I've felt at ease around him.” Crios shrugs again. “I don't know really what else to tell you. . .” His gaze finds Finn again. “Any questions you think might help?”
Seishu lets out a sigh. “You really don't listen to me much, do you? I said you were right not to try and bring him or send him over. You'd have to meet with me personally for the exchange, and with how much you've always loathed me, I can't even imagine what it would take for you to seek me out on earth. You're such a little shut in up here. Running your kingdom on false smiles and masked stress.” Seishu knows he's being a bit cruel, but he doesn't know how else to handle the situation. He can not tell that the suffering of the being inside him is making his strike out at what he sees as the source of the pain.
He smirks, becoming even more irrational. “Oh, and about the kiss thing? Was that really a challenge for you? A kiss? Man, you are really pathetic some times. One little kiss to make you grow stronger. Like a kiss is such a burden.” Before he could stop his tongue he adds, “Besides, the way you just gave up like that, it was no burden, no challenge, you wanted it. You didn't care how it made me feel, you just wanted to see what it would feel like for you.” Seishu knows he messed up, but he does not let his gaze fall. He can not bring himself to back down, knowing that any backlash he gets for what he said, he deserves. 'I'm an ass, and I know it. What are you going to do about it? What do you have to say for yourself? Did you even notice my mistake or are you just going to bitch at me then run away to some happy place to make yourself feel all better. You self centered bastard' His thoughts have become far to tainted by his sadness to realize that what he's thinking is beyond stupid, and for the most part, false.
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Starla crosses her arms, thinking hard about what Harper said. Then she stops. Growling in frustration. “But sir, if I stop to think about my feelings, then I get thinking about them, and then I start thinking more, and I move into over thinking.” Harper reaches out and places a paw on her head. Almost as if it is some silent command she blurts the first thing that pops into her head. “I feel like I would do anything for Lord Enasi, even if it means guarding something I have no real interest in beyond what my lord wants of me.”
Harper smiles. “Good start. You're on the right track. Now I must go. I have to do a few checks and talking slows me down, sorry.” With that he bends to all fours and takes off at speed.
“On the right track?” she murmurs, watching him go. 'Okay, if that's how I feel, and I'm on the right track, then it's my feelings themselves that are making him repel me, right? But, I know Finn doesn't feel the same way. He's got an interest in that thing. He was talking before how he can't wait to get the low down on the Nightmare Realm, and maybe some fighting tips. . .' Starla shakes her head. 'But if that's not right either, then what?' She wanders towards the garden, hoping the plants will help calm her nerves.
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Meanwhile Finn has selected his next target. 'There's no point in not finding out as much information as you can before tackling a problem. So I may as well see what Doctor Crios thinks' He makes his way to the medical office quickly, bowing and smiling at a few doctors out on their rounds before making his way over to Crios's private space. The fox man looks up as he draws close. “Doctor I was wo-” Crios cuts him off with a raised hand and Finn flinches, stopping cold. Crios holds up a finger before looking back to what he was working on and after a few seconds he puts down his pencil and slides out of his chair. Motioning for the taller plant sibling to follow Crios makes his way out of the medical bay and into the fairly empty halls.
“Sorry about that. I had something important I needed to get finished. I would have lost my train of thought if you'd kept talking.” Finn nods in understanding, his sister often times leading his thoughts astray with he longwindedness. He walks beside the fox man silently for a bit before Crios finally speaks up. “I'm not sure how I can help you with Night. He's, at first glance, a very simple guy. Only wanting what he wants, and taking no bull crap from any body. A harsh temper and a cruel sense of humor, as well as a pension for tricks and harsh comebacks.” Finn nods, having heard much the same from Rue.
“So, you're saying he's not like that?” Finn questions softly.
Crios shakes his head. “Oh no, he's very much exactly that. What I said is that seems like that is all he seems to be at first.” He looks to Finn to make sure he understands what he means and Finn gives him another nod.
“So, what else is he?” he asks, honestly curious what else the doctor has seen in him. 'Maybe it's some of those little things Rue hinted at'
Crios smiles, and honest to goodness smile of fondness for his most difficult patient. Finn is a little shocked at the look, not expecting it from the usually stoic doctor. “He's. . . .A very loving, protective guy. Once he accepts something in close to him, he would die for it without hesitation. He has no real regard for his body beyond upholding the balance, and. . . .” Crios hesitates for a second, sharpening Finn's attention on to him. “He's got a side of him that is so unselfish it's enough to break even the most coldhearted jerk's heart. . .” His voice trails off but with a little cough he goes on. “He's honest, but has a way of saying things that, while honest, sound like absolute crap.” He smiles over at Finn. “He once said he's more than willing to sleep with me, and I believe him. I have no doubt of his libido, but I also know that he would never even try it because it would most likely kill me. See what I mean?”
Finn thinks about it for a second before nodding. 'He truly would sleep with Crios if it were possible without harming him. So, he's not lying about the willingness, but he's unwilling to hurt Crios so he's not exactly willing to do it. It's complected, but only a little' Looking back to the doctor he asks, “So, how did he decide you were the right person? Well, one of the people he wants near him?”
Crios shrugs. “No idea. When I first went there, I was terrified. He even threatened me, repeatedly. Then Rue pointed out he was playing with me, I said something I don't recall and then he looked at me.” Crios pauses at the memory. He may not be able to remember the words exactly, but that gaze has stuck with him. “He looked at me as if seeing something there that wasn't me. Something that I couldn't understand, nor had ever even thought to see. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make me question myself in ways I've never thought to.” he shrugs. “After that, he and I became I guess what one could call close. He gave me my nickname then, 'Doc', and since then I've felt at ease around him.” Crios shrugs again. “I don't know really what else to tell you. . .” His gaze finds Finn again. “Any questions you think might help?”
'Oh, sweet little angel child, this is nothing compared to the torture chambers of hell. . . .It could be a lot worse, if this guy knew what he was doing, I don't think even The Almighty will let his wrath go so far as to actually corrupt one of his angels so he can torture properly. . . .' He keeps this thought to himself as he watches the angel work carefully, his eyes half lidded and his gaze, gentle. When handed his towel Kuro lifts his head best he can, giving the boy better access to his cheeks. 'Like I'm a little puppy who just took his medicine without whining. . . .' Kuro doesn't really mind but his gives a playful little snap in response none the less, the smile on his lips showing his gratitude.
Kuro raises an eyebrow at the comment about not being able to do another session. 'You have fun telling them that Little Mouse. I'm sure they'll heed your advice. After all, you are my doctor' Playing to odds in his head while Green snaps at Aoba, making Kuro growl lightly deep inside where only the little angel could possibly hear it, the demon prince comes to the conclusion that he may actually be able to get through to them about canceling his next session. 'They may even let the Little Mouse back later for a second healing so I'll be fit tomorrow. That would be nice. . .' He keeps his hopes to himself for now however, simply focusing on Aoba as he once more addresses the demon.
“A sedative huh? Well, they’ll help a bit I'm sure. At least it will keep me from moving too much. Way to go on acquiring some new tools Little Mouse.” He really is happy for the sedative, but he's still determined to tell the kid about how to ease the pain the old fashioned way at the end of the session. His head falls to the towel when his arm gets shifted for the shot, chuckling lightly as Aoba's comment but other than that he stays silent for a short time. Once the numbness begins spreading, pulling a faint him from his throat, Kuro looks back to the young angel and smile. “Don't worry Little Mouse. You haven't let me down yet, so I trust you. You best will be more than enough, a way more than I could hope for.” That being said, he relaxes his face back on to the towel and waits for the treatment to begin.
When the new pain finally hits Kuro doesn't respond other than the occasional twitch. His respect for the angel's efforts keeps him from wandering off to his happy place, the place where pain does not affect him. He wants to stay here with the little one. With a long exhale, ending in a slight his he murmur, “So, what do you want to learn about today love? Since, if you're right about not being able to have another session today I'll only get to see you this once, feel free to ask me anything. I'll do my best to answer fully.” He manages s mile over his shoulder before going back to staring at the wall.
Kuro raises an eyebrow at the comment about not being able to do another session. 'You have fun telling them that Little Mouse. I'm sure they'll heed your advice. After all, you are my doctor' Playing to odds in his head while Green snaps at Aoba, making Kuro growl lightly deep inside where only the little angel could possibly hear it, the demon prince comes to the conclusion that he may actually be able to get through to them about canceling his next session. 'They may even let the Little Mouse back later for a second healing so I'll be fit tomorrow. That would be nice. . .' He keeps his hopes to himself for now however, simply focusing on Aoba as he once more addresses the demon.
“A sedative huh? Well, they’ll help a bit I'm sure. At least it will keep me from moving too much. Way to go on acquiring some new tools Little Mouse.” He really is happy for the sedative, but he's still determined to tell the kid about how to ease the pain the old fashioned way at the end of the session. His head falls to the towel when his arm gets shifted for the shot, chuckling lightly as Aoba's comment but other than that he stays silent for a short time. Once the numbness begins spreading, pulling a faint him from his throat, Kuro looks back to the young angel and smile. “Don't worry Little Mouse. You haven't let me down yet, so I trust you. You best will be more than enough, a way more than I could hope for.” That being said, he relaxes his face back on to the towel and waits for the treatment to begin.
When the new pain finally hits Kuro doesn't respond other than the occasional twitch. His respect for the angel's efforts keeps him from wandering off to his happy place, the place where pain does not affect him. He wants to stay here with the little one. With a long exhale, ending in a slight his he murmur, “So, what do you want to learn about today love? Since, if you're right about not being able to have another session today I'll only get to see you this once, feel free to ask me anything. I'll do my best to answer fully.” He manages s mile over his shoulder before going back to staring at the wall.
Seishu nods slightly. “I'm glad you knew better than to do that. Unless you could get close enough to show off those colors, or even if you did get close enough, the chances of a minion not just leaving it be due to distrust is very high.” Reaching up he scratches an itch along the back of his neck. “I'm also glad you're not fighting this. It in your nature to love all under your care, especially if it's something you see as one of your own.” He give Enasi a slight smirk. “And it obvious you still care about the little Gem, even if you've always know he didn't belong. You really are too sweet for your own good.”
His gaze turns to look across the room as a new feeling stirs in his middle. “So sweet, and pure, and unwilling to back away from a challenge. I mean really, you aren't stupid. You knew he had to leave one day, just as well as you knew there was no way you were gonna beat me in our little game. But you had to take up both of those challenges none the less. . .” Seishu lets the example flow, not putting any real emphasis on the game in their world last time the were there. Instead he watches Enasi out of the corner of his eye, all of his inner senses trained on the other guardian to feel out his responses. “Though, if you think about it, you were just setting your self up in both instances for something unpleasant. Whether he stayed or left, you would be sad because either he live his life miserable, or he'd leave your side some day to join me.” His eyes narrow. “You lose, I kiss you, you win, you have to kiss me. In both cases, it's a lose lose, no?”
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“So, um. . .” Rue pauses as Inui looks at him shyly. He looks to the taller male, his fingers still lost in the mass of black that is Inui's hair. The wingless minion coughs and tries again. “So, well, I was just wondering. . What do you think they are talking about. . .well, he said it was about me, but. . .you know. . . .” Rue nods with a bright smile that makes Inui relax a bit.
Dropping his hands down Rue takes a seat beside Inui, resting on his hands as he gives the question some serious thought. 'I have an idea, but I'm not completely sure, so I don't know if I should tell him, but he asked what I think, so if I don't tell him what I'm thinking then I would have to lie, and I don't like that, so I should just tell him what I'm thinking' He lets out a little huff. “I don't think you belong here in this realm, and Mister Seishu is talking to Lord Enasi about how you should go home with him when he goes back, or maybe sometime after everything settles. Or, that's just what I think is part of what they are talking about.”
Inui feels a pang in his heart, Rue's words feeling very true inside despite his life lived in the dream world. 'It is my home, by my living here, but if he's right, and I belong there, I wonder. . .If it'll be better. From what Rue has told me about it, it seems nice, and there I won't have to worry about how I look at all. And Mister Seishu seems so kind. . . .' He swallows hard. Unable to voice his concerns over his own life he latches on to what Rue said at the end. “Part. . .of what they are talking about?”
Rue nods slowly, and Inui turns to look at the smaller minion better as the expression on his face changes from just serious, to a little concerned. “Yeah. They have other issue too. Ones it's up to them to talk to us about, but Mister Seishu hasn't told you yet so can't tell you. I'm sure he will, because you two are so close already, but until then I can't really talk about it.” His gaze turns to Inui and the dark haired male feels a twinge at the sadness in Rue's eyes. “I can't think of anything more horrible than being a Guardian. . .”
His gaze turns to look across the room as a new feeling stirs in his middle. “So sweet, and pure, and unwilling to back away from a challenge. I mean really, you aren't stupid. You knew he had to leave one day, just as well as you knew there was no way you were gonna beat me in our little game. But you had to take up both of those challenges none the less. . .” Seishu lets the example flow, not putting any real emphasis on the game in their world last time the were there. Instead he watches Enasi out of the corner of his eye, all of his inner senses trained on the other guardian to feel out his responses. “Though, if you think about it, you were just setting your self up in both instances for something unpleasant. Whether he stayed or left, you would be sad because either he live his life miserable, or he'd leave your side some day to join me.” His eyes narrow. “You lose, I kiss you, you win, you have to kiss me. In both cases, it's a lose lose, no?”
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“So, um. . .” Rue pauses as Inui looks at him shyly. He looks to the taller male, his fingers still lost in the mass of black that is Inui's hair. The wingless minion coughs and tries again. “So, well, I was just wondering. . What do you think they are talking about. . .well, he said it was about me, but. . .you know. . . .” Rue nods with a bright smile that makes Inui relax a bit.
Dropping his hands down Rue takes a seat beside Inui, resting on his hands as he gives the question some serious thought. 'I have an idea, but I'm not completely sure, so I don't know if I should tell him, but he asked what I think, so if I don't tell him what I'm thinking then I would have to lie, and I don't like that, so I should just tell him what I'm thinking' He lets out a little huff. “I don't think you belong here in this realm, and Mister Seishu is talking to Lord Enasi about how you should go home with him when he goes back, or maybe sometime after everything settles. Or, that's just what I think is part of what they are talking about.”
Inui feels a pang in his heart, Rue's words feeling very true inside despite his life lived in the dream world. 'It is my home, by my living here, but if he's right, and I belong there, I wonder. . .If it'll be better. From what Rue has told me about it, it seems nice, and there I won't have to worry about how I look at all. And Mister Seishu seems so kind. . . .' He swallows hard. Unable to voice his concerns over his own life he latches on to what Rue said at the end. “Part. . .of what they are talking about?”
Rue nods slowly, and Inui turns to look at the smaller minion better as the expression on his face changes from just serious, to a little concerned. “Yeah. They have other issue too. Ones it's up to them to talk to us about, but Mister Seishu hasn't told you yet so can't tell you. I'm sure he will, because you two are so close already, but until then I can't really talk about it.” His gaze turns to Inui and the dark haired male feels a twinge at the sadness in Rue's eyes. “I can't think of anything more horrible than being a Guardian. . .”
I has no idea how a tank top cn look like kimono since for the me kimono look comes from the sleeves, and tank tops have no sleeves. . . . A little more about what you mean about the powers would be nice. . . .Other thn that *Teases* Drunken Master much? :P Just playing with you. It looks good! 'Cept the powers thing.
The light pat pat of angel feet is enough to wake the demon prince from his slumber. He doesn't move however, moving not really being worth it right now. 'He sounds a little off today. Is that water I hear? Maybe he brought the basin again. That would explain why he sounds heavier. I would hate to think he gained that much weight over night' Kuro imagines the angel binge eating ice cream like a depressed human and smiles at the image of Aoba covered in six different flavors of the sticky stuff. 'Ah, that would be so funny, and the he'd have to bathe. . .' His thoughts stop there as the door to his cell slides open and the small feet make their way into the room.
He lets the boy start cleaning before turning his head so he can speak. His voice is raw, the blood from his mouth injuries sitting thickly against his vocal cords. “I'm sorry I sacred you Little Mouse. Just thought I'd get a little sleep before you showed up. I want to look my best after all.” Unable to really move all that much his face is pressed against hard floor as he talks. Blood continues to flow from his mouth, the wounds inside still bleeding. “Yeah, and sorry about that mess back there. Apparently that blond guy doesn't like his face to be likened to a baboon's ass. Heh, even though it was kinda close to it, all red and puffy after I told him suck it. . .Don't bother trying to figure out what it means though, it's a human insult. Surprised it worked actually. . .”
He lets out a long exhale at the feeling of Aoba washing the blood away, working over each wound methodically. “One of these days I'm going to run out of comebacks and it's going to get really boring to torture me. I wonder what they'll try after the third session without so much as a word from me. . . .Man he's gonna be pissed. . .” Kuro tries to keep his voice as light as possible under the circumstances, but he still has to pause once in a while when the pain becomes too much or Aoba strikes a particularly sensitive spot. He manages to brush over the spot where his wings are concealed and the feeling that rushes through his system allows him to relax, the pain lessening. “You do what you have to Little Mouse. Don't mind me. . . .”
He lets the boy start cleaning before turning his head so he can speak. His voice is raw, the blood from his mouth injuries sitting thickly against his vocal cords. “I'm sorry I sacred you Little Mouse. Just thought I'd get a little sleep before you showed up. I want to look my best after all.” Unable to really move all that much his face is pressed against hard floor as he talks. Blood continues to flow from his mouth, the wounds inside still bleeding. “Yeah, and sorry about that mess back there. Apparently that blond guy doesn't like his face to be likened to a baboon's ass. Heh, even though it was kinda close to it, all red and puffy after I told him suck it. . .Don't bother trying to figure out what it means though, it's a human insult. Surprised it worked actually. . .”
He lets out a long exhale at the feeling of Aoba washing the blood away, working over each wound methodically. “One of these days I'm going to run out of comebacks and it's going to get really boring to torture me. I wonder what they'll try after the third session without so much as a word from me. . . .Man he's gonna be pissed. . .” Kuro tries to keep his voice as light as possible under the circumstances, but he still has to pause once in a while when the pain becomes too much or Aoba strikes a particularly sensitive spot. He manages to brush over the spot where his wings are concealed and the feeling that rushes through his system allows him to relax, the pain lessening. “You do what you have to Little Mouse. Don't mind me. . . .”
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