PopeAlessandros

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

With a glance at the eager beaver cook, his shifting body and dancing eyes clearly telling Seishu what he wants, the guardian slices into his meat with a soft utterance to the ones being remembered and with a sigh, takes his first bite. He tilts his head this way and that, rolling his eyes at Crios before turning his focus on to what's in his mouth. 'I can not tell what meat he used, but then again, we always use the same meat in my realm and the drizzle does a lot to mask the flavor. I'm so glad when I said ivy he didn't think I so evil as to enjoy poison ivy. A good number of my underlings love the stuff, but then again, they don't react to it the way I do' He hums softly, waving to Harper as he heads out to get the portal ready.

'Not a moment to waste, huh? But then again, I would have it no other way. I need to see them even more than before now. I need my little ones. . . Swallowing Seishu looks over to the on edge cook and gives him a hard stare. He watches as a flicker of doubt flashes behind the man's eyes before he composes himself, remembering that Seishu will often be mean about things but will speak honestly. A smirk works it's way on to the guardian's lips and with a nod he murmurs, “Perfect Chocolate.”

Cho bounces up and down in delight, bouncing over to Crios to give him a hug. “Thank you again for keeping it hot for me love!” Crios simply blushes lightly, giving a small nod as the cook runs over to his cart to await the completion of Seishu's meal.

Using his lap to prop up his plate, Rasha has to shift to the side. He gives out a pitiful mewling before Seishu rolls him on to his back and rubs his belly. The little feline's purring is loud and after a few seconds Spike peeks out from beneath Inui's hair. The nightmare minion stills, watching with mischief dancing behind his eyes as he shifts to make it easier for the scorpion reach the now lost in bliss dream. The moment Seishu recalls his hand so he can get back to eating the nightmare strikes and Rasha lets out a loud noise before tumbling into an epic battle with the arachnid. The room stays silent to watch the tiff, Harper popping back in to announce the portal's readiness only to get shushed by an entrances Cho.

Having been quite aroused when the scorpion had pounced Rasha has a lot of pent up energy to use as he battles tooth and nail with his natural opposite. It is then, watching the near vicious display from both of them that Seishu's mind slides to the side and he can not help but wonder what would happen, or will happen, once everything returns to normal. 'This will still be the scene between our two realms. Whether it be at the once a millennium war, or simply when the meet in the human realm, you can not change the fact that our two peoples hate each other with all the natural grace and passion of a lion and a hyena. No matter how Enasi and I feel towards one another, nor how this small number of denizens have come to accept me, the fact will always be. . .That our sides long to destroy one another'

As these thoughts tumble through his head the Nightmare Guardian continues eating, watching the combat with a keen eye, his competitive blood racing with delight at the sight. No matter the turmoil inside, Seishu's mind has nothing to do with his natural impulse to compete, or in this case, support competition. It's how he is, and how his realm needs him to be. As Rasha gets the less intelligent creature pinned, holding the sting in his teeth to keep him from throwing the small feline off once more with it's surprisingly powerful swing, Seishu's eyes travel over to Enasi, and for an instant, he wonders if they will be able to last longer than this conflict. If whatever it is that is between them will and as swiftly as the little spat that just played out on his lap, or if the fates perhaps have something kinder in mind after seeing their perseverance.

'I doubt something so small as a Guardian's will, or in this case, two Guardian's wills, would do anything to sway the powers that be. They have made the rules, and they will not break them for anything short of a threat, and honest threat, to their very existence. Even if they truly believer we could be together without destroying the balance, they would much rather keep things as they are just to make certain of it' He lets out a sigh, chuckling as both fighters mount his chest for their congratz from the Nightmare Guardian after receiving them from everyone else around the room.

He pats them both gently, adding in a little scratch to the winner and a soft smile for them both. “That was a good clean fight, after the beginning of course, but you both did well. Congratulations. Now shoo so I can eat! I have a human soul or two to torture!” Spike continues past Seishu's chest to settle on his right shoulder, using his tail to pull some chunk s of Seishu's hair around him, and Rasha, upon seeing this, follow suit, using his own tail instead of Seishu's hair. As much as he wants to play in those silky locks, he is not quite so bold yet. Seishu rolls his eyes, continuing his meal in silence.

The Rebel Vampire

I'ma hit up my bed for a few hours, then, I got one reply before you, then it'll be your turn! In other words, you SHOULD have a reply from me tonight :P Sorry for the wait. Weekend stuffs. . . . .Blame my Sis and an overly affectionate boyfriend :P He's such a cute little Uke. . ..

Of Steam and Souls

Tatsuki can read the befuddlement in the man's eyes clear as day. That is easy enough to understand. His sudden appearance had startled the youngster, the dropped bowl evidence of such an assessment, however it is what he sees as he glances away, as his eyes fall to the broken dinning ware, that has the shinigami somewhere between confused and concerned. 'There is clearly more to what he is thinking than a simple deflection of blame' The man then turns away, a half finished sentence trailing off into what is obviously not the end to said sentence.

'Humans are very confusing when I can not cheat. I really want to know what is bothering him, however I am unsure if I should wait and ask again later, or if I should confront him now, when he has already clearly thinking of it. What he was about to say there, I am sure he was so close. . .' His eyes travel around the room, his strong urge to cheat racing through his veins. The, he is approaching, coming close, wanting to pass. It is the moment for his decision, he must pick his trail now or permanently leave one forever unwalked. . .

Tatsuki has confidence in many things, there not being much in this world he can not do, or at least handle. However, in this moment, that confidence wavers, and with a sigh he shifts. 'I will not give in, but I must not be forceful. I have, I pray, a touch of his confidence, however I am no close friend and such boldness as to block his path and demand an answer is out of the scope of whatever relation I have with him at this time' His eyes drop and he moves out of the way, however before Shigetoshi can get completely past the farrier of souls brings up a hand and places it against Shigetoshi's shoulder gently, halting his forward movement.

He looks deep into the young innkeepers eyes, his own expression soft, and honest. “I know there is more to what is happening between us than you are willing to speak of right now Shigetoshi-kun, but it is not my place to force the information from your lips. I have agreed to speak honestly and openly with you, and I pray that before we part ways you will sit with me and tell me what it is causing your heart such unrest.” He blinks slowly, a smile coming to his lips. “I am not easily offended, I having forgotten the last time such an emotion has crossed my heart, and I promise on those who came before in my line that no matter what you have to say to me about this, I will think no less fondly of you til the end of my days on this earth.” Having said his bit Tatsuki drops his hand back down, pressing his hands to his legs as he bows low and takes his leave of the young innkeeper.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

The broken sentence pulls a warm smile to the demon's lips and he chuckles lightly as Aoba moves right past the kiss and into their work. 'Sometimes the simplest things leave him stunned, but occasionally nothing short of a bomb will knock him off track' He watches as the little angel goes right to work and with a chuckle calls out, “Sheep, not sheeps. The word doesn't have a plural form love.” He stands next to the pen until Aoba reaches his side then moves away a bit to give him more room to pull the sack right up next to the stalls. Once the bag is open Kuro dips his hands in and scoops up a good amount of feed. 'We'll have to get some scoops eventually, but I guess this works for now' “Yeah, grain and hay rot, and rotten food gives you the runs, which isn't good for anyone's health.”

He begins humming softly, a fond look in his eyes as the fluffy white balls of wool bounce around, trying to get at the grain at all costs. 'They are like puppies when they're like this. I hope they've been well cared for before this. They are not fleeing me like most animals do at first sight, so I have the feeling that perhaps they may have not eaten in a while. . . .' His humming stops and he turns his attention to Aoba when he asks about the demon's love for animals. Kuro does not hesitate for an instant. “No idea, I just do. They make me smile. . .” The last is said softly, a gentle not in his voice as he scoops up another serving of grain to dump over the stall door for the little fluffers.

The angel once more brings his attention around to him and Kuro raises an eyebrow before turning back to his task. “He's in town. He needed to eat something.” Leaving it at that he slaps his hands together to get the grain dust off them before deciding it may be the right time to explain about Dani's comments. Looking over at Aoba the demon leans on the nearest stall door and crosses his arm. “Listen, about before, about him calling you dirty, and the old man filth. While he means it offensively to Gerard, it's not the case when he's speaking to you.” He tilts his head to the side, making sure he has Aoba's attention before going on.

“Like the taint turning your wings gray, priests have a taint of their own, but you would call it Grace, and just as my taint makes the old man uncomfortable, as it still makes you on occasion, the Grace of a priest is something that naturally repels us. You probably think your wings look filthy, and that's kinda how Grace appears to us, as something filthy and nasty.” Kuro looks to the ground, scuffing his foot against the dirt like a shy school boy talking to his crush. “Because you are one of the fallen now, unless you work at it, your body will not hold grace, just the same, as long as you are around me, your wings will hold my taint.” He looks back up at Aoba with a softly pleading look in his eyes. “Dani doesn't mean to pick on you when he says that, and despite my own thoughts about it, I don't want you to be offended by my trying to make you more pleasant to be with. . . .”

We'll take the low road.

A low noise rolls at the back of Amano's throat as he simply lets the water work it's way into his body, soothing his muscles, warming his skin. Amano has a great love for nice hot baths, though he tries not to have them too often, not wanting the delight of them to wear off by taking them too close together. He has oft noticed in life that if one has too much of something they enjoy more often than is warranted then the wonder of such things is swiftly lost and one is left to try and find the next great thing. 'There are only so many things in this life that are a true delight to each individual, and should one get through all of them, one is left in a world where nothing holds any wonder for them any more. I can see my brothers heading swiftly down this path, taking night after night to further take themselves away from who they once were and into what our father is now. . .It is sad for me, though I bare no great liking for them, my love for my family makes such things feel quite tragic'

As his thought move on the sound in his throat grows from an odd low tone to a very distinct groan. 'Now is not the time to be thinking of such things. I have my bath, and I have not had one like this in over a week. Tonight I must get clean and off to bed for I suspect that tomorrow will be chocked full of things to do' His eyes refuse to open even as he wills them to. For a good long minute he is unable to move at all, the weight of not only everything that has happened, but everything that is about to, weighs him down like a great stifling pile of rocks that only grows collapses further upon him with each stone he manages to shift. A hint of panic enters his mind at the thought, memories of tales told him by several people in town how easy it is to fall asleep and drown in a bathtub.

'I must move, I can not let the heat take me, the warm blanket of water lull me to sleep so it may take me to the other world without a fight. Move your bones Amano, you aim to be far greater than any before you, how can you even think of accomplishing this if you can not even keep yourself from drowning in nothing more than three feet of water, hmm?' He feels silly giving himself a pep talk, however it does the trick and after a few seconds he manages to pull his eyes open, pushing with his feet until he's sitting up a little straighter than the slope of the back of the tub. His hands come up to play idly with the petals drifting lazily along the surface of the water. Unused to such things in his baths Amano amuses himself with them for a time, until at last the ache from his body seems almost a memory, and the water beneath the petals catches his attention.

Fighting back the urge to simply flee the already faintly filthy water the young noble reaches for a sponge hanging from a hook near the tub and begins scrubbing off what he can reach. 'Perhaps I should have had Illiendi aid me after all. I am sure my back is dirty, and while I can scrub back there with a relative amount of success, I can not be sure I got it all. . .' He stares at the sponge for a few seconds before deciding to just keep scrubbing until the sponge no longer appears filthy after a round of scrubbing. It takes some time, but eventually Amano is confident that he is as clean as he can be, and with a light huff he pulls himself to his feet. Glancing around he spots the pile of towels waiting to be used and smiles softly. 'I am beginning to wonder if there is any chance of him ever forgetting something or needed correction'

The young man does not count the earlier event of having to tell Illiendi that he will not take a wife just to have an angle for becoming what he longs to be. 'For he does not seem to understand love. One could not expect him to know my own views on the matter of something he himself does not comprehend' Stepping out of the now lukewarm water he is careful to lay out a towel to stand on before beginning to dry himself. The slick nature of the bathroom floor has claimed more then one life in this town, and Amano refuses to be added to that number. Not when it is so easily avoided. He towels off carefully, not wanting to rub off all the oils Illiendi mixed into the water to help his skin and keep him from stinking of young hormonal male. He is especially careful around his brand, his eyes falling to half mast as he once more admires if fondly.

Though it hurt to be places, and still pains him on occasion, for some reason Amano feels so drawn to the mark, it's beauty and the power it gives him almost intoxicating when he focuses on it for too long. 'With this, I will become far more than anyone ever though of me, and though I may lose my soul in the process, at least I will leave this life knowing I have lived it, and with others not being able to deny that I lived' He snaps out of his thoughts at the sound of a someone knocking at the door. With a faint cough he wraps one of the towels in place around his waist before calling out for whoever it is to enter. He quickly straitens up, remembering that he's suppose to look a certain way in front of people, Illiendi's disapproving head shake flashing before his eyes. The demon has never looked at him quite like that, however it is not hard to put an expression he sees so often on a now familiar face.

A kind face old woman enters, offering Amano a slight nod before wandering over to the clothes hamper. The young man lets out a sigh. The day having made him so use to having far more in a servant the normal acknowledgments from the staff feel wholly inadequate. 'If it were my father in here, or even my mother, perhaps even one of my brothers, she would have waited for them to finish before retrieving the wash. However that is not the case. It is only me, the youngest, he who will inherit nothing of the household save a name, and even that is not a definite' She offers another nod before exiting and he slouches slightly as she closes the door behind her, leaving him once more alone in the bath chambers. He finishes quickly, pulling on one of the clean robes hanging along one wall before slipping out into the hallway.

He moves swiftly down the soft carpet running the length of the hallway, ascending the stairs at the end and practically running down yet another hallway until at last he reaches his room. The bath and other facilities are on the opposite side of the house than his room, he having the equivalent of a finely furnished guest room in the opposing wing to his family. Down bellow him are the servant quarters, and down the rest of the hall are indeed guest rooms. The only thing making his room better than the rest is that he has a corner room, giving him to walls with windows to the outside rather than just one. As he slips inside he notices that once more the servants have not yet lit his fireplace, however he does not mind, the night being warm enough that it is not strictly necessary. Much of the floor of his room is hard wood, the only carpeting being under his four poster bed and the area directly around it.

Taking the one towel he took with him when he left the bathroom and placing it open on his head, Amano takes a few steps into the room before noticing that something feels a little off. A moment later he spots Illiendi and smiles. “That bath was wonderful, thank you Illiendi. I fear I left a frightful mess for the cleaning staff to scrub with all the crud left on my body from the events of the night previous.” His eyes drop to the floor. Having no one other than Illiendi around to see him Amano takes on a more comfortable stance as he waits for the demon to speak. He can feel his shyness creeping back in as he realizes he's not wearing clothes, strictly speaking, however it is easy to pass of the faint flush on his cheeks as what he acquires from his near run to the room up stairs and down halls.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Seishu sits in silence as Harper explains his actions, Not skipping anything important, then as one by one the underlings come forward and place their hands gently upon his bowed head. Sometimes with a few kind words, or easily interpreted actions, some with simple silence where he can feel their conviction inside without them saying a word. With each touch he can feel a bit of his shame lifted, small little flickers of his soul returning to normal. While it may have been a custom on earth, this is more for Seishu, more for his kind. It allows those of his realm to put their energy in order and stops them from falling into the despair that is innate to their very being.

When he began, he was not sure that Tweedle and Dee would oblige him, but at each touch he can not suppress a soft smile that only lasted an instant for each. Then the silence begins. He has no doubt of Enasi's emotions on the matter, but he still offers up the opportunity for his counterpart to engage in this ancient practice. The feeling of soft hands on his face snaps the Nightmare Guardian's eyes open and he looks to his counterpart with a slightly curious expression. He waits patiently for Enasi to return his gaze but when he does his eyelids droop a bit and he can feel a smirk making it's way to his lips. 'He wants an apology? I suppose I can do that, but it will have to be a proper one in this case. No slaking off, this will have to be with feeling!'

Without warning he leans in, meeting Enasi's lips with his own. With only the faintest twinkle of mischief in his eyes they fall closed and he shifts his weight forward. Careful to not let him crash into the floor Seishu pushes his counterpart back until he's laying atop the smaller male, his tongue slipping in to add to the passion of his apology. He remains propped up on his elbows, not wanting to squish the red head. He knows that would be near impossible with how light he is not only naturally, but that added to how sick he's been, but he figures it's a polite gesture. Shifting on to one arm his now free hand slides up the side of Enasi's body until it comes to rest on the other's neck, stroking the soft flesh gently.

Rasha watches the display with delight, his body once more succumbing to his attraction to the two males causing him to wraps his tail around his waist to hide the evidence of this. Starla and Finn look to the ceiling, recalling how their parents acted much the same after their little spats. Crios politely averts his eyes only to spot Cho watching with vaguely giddy curiosity and Harper flat out covering his eyes with one large furry paw. The little ones are unsure of exactly why it is happening but they none the less feel delighted that the two guardians seem to not have any trace of anger for one another any more. Rue had feared Lord Enasi may have still be a little upset when he'd obviously refused to just put his hand on Seishu's head, however the wonderful turn of events makes him not have to suppress a giggle.

Once he is sure he's properly expressed his apology Seishu pulls back, then leans down so his can whisper gently into Enasi's ear. “Sorry. . .” He exhales gently against the sensitive flesh before pulling back completely, climbing carefully to his feet before pulling Enasi up after him. Once sure the red head is steady Seishu wanders over to where the dream and minion pulled down the sheets and blankets and climbs clumsily into bed. Inui and Rue bounce along the sides, pulling the covers over the guardian as Rasha pops into his feline form to take up his place on Seishu's lap.

A moment later Rue leans up and places a sweet innocent kiss to the Nightmare Guardian's cheek before plopping down on the pillow next to him. “You're too over dramatic Mister Seishu.” he huffs gently, looking up into those silver eyes with a long innocent pouty stare.

Unable to take the cute too long Seishu grabs Rue by the back of his neck and rolls him so he can easily tickle him with one hand. Cho giggles happily before making his way over to the side of the bed to hand Seishu his plate. Still tickling the minion he looks curiously at the obviously missing portion of his meat to which Cho explains. “While everyone was waiting they decided to partake in your tradition just a little bit. If the meat needs to be whole, I can make another.”

Seishu waves the offer off. “No, it's fine, I was just curious. Thank you.”

Cho bows and wanders off back towards his cart. From the guardian's right Inui murmurs, “Cho had a bite too.” Seishu just giggles and relents, allowing Rue to settle back against his side and begins eating slowly.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Kuro watches impassively as with the final hug Gerard leave behind a definite trace of purification on his Little Mouse. He does not respond to it, Dani basically doing that for him in the form of grimaces and gagging noises. 'I can not deny he is leaving my angel feeling happy and refreshed, but that just makes it harder on me and gives him an unfair advantage. Aoba is naturally drawn to what he has to off, and all it takes is a little physical contact. I on the other hand have to actually work in what I got in acts of innocence and try to make my lack of grace look appealing. When the man finally leave and Aoba heads over towards the two demons, Kuro decides to explain, even if it just makes things harder.

'Dani doesn't mean offense when he calls the boy dirty after all' The smaller demon had been a little awestruck at the sight of Aoba's tainted wings stretching out like that, his love of wings not strictly a love for only his own. Dani once more whines behind him as the angel approaches, speaking enthusiastically of getting to work, whatever said work may be. 'Eager beaver' Uncrossing his arms he pushes off the porch with a smile. “First thing should be you running inside to get that book. The animals need a feeding schedule, and I want us to make it together. You go grab it and bring it to the barn. We'll begin there.”

He shoos Aoba off into the house, causing Dani to recoil and call him dirty once more under his breath. Motioning the smaller demon over he whispers quickly, “You are limited to the elderly, or one who has fallen out of God's grace. Go and come back quickly. Too long and I'll pull you back, got it?”

Dani's eyes dance as he nod vigorously. “Yeah yeah, I get it. I'll be back. You have it clean by then, no?” Kuro reaches through the bars and thumps him hard on the head in response, to which Dani just giggles happily before taking off at top speed towards the town.

His little brother just shakes his head and moves off to the barn. He pats the few cows he can reach, promising them they will be allowed out soon, before once more making his way over to the stall with the baby pigs. They scamper about, their little hooves making neat little clicking noises. It isn't too long before Aoba appears and he pushes off the stall door. He offers him a warm smile and before he can escape Kuro pulls the small angel into an almighty hug. “We got animals!” He sounds very happy, which he is, but he expresses it so openly so that what he does next is not completely rebuffed.

As he sets the smaller male back down he presses a kiss to his lips which could easily be interpreted as an expression of joy rather than him trying to 'get somewhere' with the angel. He notes that it does not take too much to begin wiping away the purification, the angel trusting him enough not to be too terrified at a prolonged but close mouthed kiss. When he pulls back he ruffles the boy's hair as if nothing had happened and he looks around at the animals. Stepping back he points at the book before looking around at their collection. Why don't you pop that thing open and we'll get started. We'll do them all in the order you find them. There's no better teacher than doing the work itself!”

The Rebel Vampire

And they are. . . *Sigh* *Waits patiently for reply*

Of Steam and Souls

I said a word program, not specifically Word itself. I myself use Open Office. It's great because even if your computer suddenly shifts down for no reason, it will have saved you work :P

The Rebel Vampire

No problem, take your time, and he was careful to slice his wrist "The wrong way" so he couldn't bleed to death :P

Have fun! =^.^=