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Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

"Don't hog all the cake!" Andries protested, trying to stab a piece with his fork. Daemon tsked and shifted his plate out of his reach, "But it's my birthday cake!" "People share birthday cakes you know." "Like who?" "Everyone!" "Well too bad!"

"Well, I-I'm not paying!" "You promised you would, Urgh-fine, fine. Here." He stabbed a piece of cake and offered it to Andries. Changing his mind at the last moment and aiming for his nose, he chuckled when Andries ended up with a nose full of cream and cake dreams dashed. Had they been anywhere else, they might have caused more of a scene, but instead Andries sulkily withdrew and Deamion smirked to himself as he took a smug bite into his birthday cake. A strawberry bursting sweetly in his mouth, masking the taste of sweet wine and wanton bliss.

"It's really juicy.." He muttered, wiping his mouth. Andries didn't reply, the silent treatment was it? On normal occasions, he would consider tickle torture, but ah what the heck! He had eaten enough to fill his stomach. Deciding to end their lil dramatic love story, he pushed the plate back towards Andries and placed his fork down as a white flag of surrender. Andries shot him a suspicious look, but he held up his hands in complete surrender. Laying over and letting his enemy take all his used spoils. An Andries began to dig in, he glanced sideways at their company. Not for any particular reason, just looking around and drinking in the petite classy, not as classy, bar. He just happened to notice, just by a wondering thought, that the guy-Blake, had another girl by his table already. Not one of the waiters either. Geez, rich people were quick to wrap their arms around a new doll. He was wrinkling his nose up at the thought before he actually turned away, focusing on Andries as he scooped-shoveled actually, cake into his mouth. As if afraid that this was all some trick. Well, now he wished that he had done something to the remainder of his cake before surrendering it over to Andries.

Finishing up their drinks, they paid and stood, ready to leave, "You sure you don't wanna say anything to that rich prick before we go?" Andries hastily whispered to him, but Deamion wished he could be even less bothered, waving his hand dismissively at the suggestion. A fling as a fling and though he was getting older, somewhat at this age, he still knew how to go casual. And sometimes casual called for no calling right after the bed. He did feel better though and his hangover had lessened to only an irritating tapping at the back of his mind. "So...work now?" He asked, fingering his keys. It would be a lil late to open up, but he rather work than gain back any energy for another night out so soon after his last. Andries seemed to read his thoughts, nodding with a frown deeply etched on his face and his eyebrows knitted.

"Let's go, those books aren't gonna fly off the shelves without my charm." "You get no extra pay for that." "Though I tightly deserve to!" Deamion on laughed, "Alright, let's go."

[Skybreaker] Lumières Caelum [tenebrae16]

There I cannot help you, because Singapore is surprisingly small in it's range of subjects. Should you need help in sciences or Cold War history, then I will do my best.

I do hope this helps though

http://wikitravel.org/en/Budget_travel

[Skybreaker] Lumières Caelum [tenebrae16]

I can help ya if you need, syllables might be different, but we're pretty close in grades :p
(for all the simpler subjects at least)

[Skybreaker] Lumières Caelum [tenebrae16]

They were fragmented, unable to work together not let go of their pitiful pride. He had counted on that. Like great towers, they fell. The fire dragon, in a fireball of glory, taking down human after human with him, had his snout shut tight in a brace and cooling restraints snapped around his neck and limbs, sealed with the burning flesh of those who had sacrificed themselves to get close. They knew this heat well enough, they had foreseen the day that the earth would swelter and dry up, so they made sure they knew how to extinguish the burning flame. The proud leader no more than a lone candle waiting to be put out from the inside.

He roared and blew his last flame, writhing against the spiked restraints clamped onto him, melting just after they dropped icy poison into his wounds. Slithering, slimy coldness; a feeling he though the had left behind. It gripped him tightly and forced the air out of his lungs. Cold, so cold. It hurt and he remembered, the snow was terrifying. The ice was deadly. Creeping onto his scales in cruel whispers, paralyzing...He couldn't succumb, he couldn't. Struggling against it, for the others. For the dragons, he couldn't...Colder than cold, he felt buried under the snow. Left to rot, left to freeze, his fire dimmed.

They carried the fire dragon out with a struggle.

Terra was easy really, he had expected more fight out of the earth dragon. Had she really given up so easily? In her last effort to save her kind, the dragons that she had been so passionate about. Claiming to be a mother, how pretentious. To have that facade, to fool so many others, he growled as she fell. The restraints clamping onto her easily, blocking out her vision. With whatever paralyzingly syrup they had, she was barely a problem.

The great seeker, they had called her. Relied on her to tell them when to fight or run. Revered her as a goddess, their savior, their protector and the disgusting bitch had let them all down. He was glad to being her down. Especially while she still protected her fellow spawn. Her wings pulled right against her, did not protect her ugly eyes. They soaked their gloved in acid and flung it exuberantly at the hydra as if it were for sport. Who could hit the purple bull's eye first? 10 points!

He laughed as he made his way past them, his sword trailing on the floor behind him. Clinking along the stairs, what he found was laughable. The rest of the dragon and hydra having rushed up past their last stand. Beelzebub and Forte stood rather opposingly against him. Blocking his pathway to the rest of the fleeing brood. "My my, Beezlebub, you seem rather angry." He chuckled, sword held lazily by his side. What he received in answer was a growl and the beginnings of a standoff. The hydras staring him down. The air stilling between them both. It was funny really, for them to finally want to protect each other in the very last moments. A brave last stand. It would go down in history. His history.

"You wouldn't want to go against the wishes of your king now would you?" He murmured softly, his eyes glowing softly in the darkness. He smiled as the hydra froze, clearly tensing as he met his eyes. The complexity of a hydra, he had to tug a little harder to wrench out all those secrets, those wanton desires, "Now, go make sure none of them escape. Do what you have to, but dare you not harm my children, pet." He instructed and Beezlebub turned, smirking to himself as he brushed past Forte. Gone to carry out the commands of his king. His wonderful king. There could be no other, no better.

"Wonderful isn't it? He is such a good pet. A little disobedient though, loves to fight with the others, but when he needs to do what he is told..." The dragon's expression softened and he smiled, such a smile that did not belong to him anymore. Not with that sword in hand, drawn ready. Beelzebub would keep the others busy, whilst, "I've been looking forward to this." He murmured, running a hand over his blade, "They say you are the best. Battled every dragon from here to the end, never backed down when challenged, couldn't beat to lose." He smiled, seemingly talking to his sword, "So powerful." He brandished it carelessly, "Would you accept this duel? For your pride and your kind? Will you wager this much or beg for something more merciful?"

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Leo ran, trying to stop Skylark from struggling away, gripping him tightly as he continued up the spiral staircase. Having given up on steps in favor of perilous flight throughout the stairs. He could hear Sanare's and Sila following closely behind him. The wind whipping past them, narrowly avoiding the rails and bottom of the steps. Sanare's little bundle seemed to be struggling as well, trying to reach out past her arms, the tears streaming off his face and breaking off long before they could fully form, whipped away by the speed at which they were going.

"Stop! Stop! That was Father!" He cried out, reaching out only to have his arms forced back by the whiplash. Why were they running away? It was Father! Where Father was, Daddy might be too! They had come back to get them! They hadn't forgotten, they were gonna be a family again! Why couldn't they see that? Why were they running?

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

YAY!

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

He glared up at the man, picking himself up. The nerve of the dude after not even leaving a phone number; the straight up message that everything was better chalked to a drunken night with no inhibitions. When he thought that things couldn't get any worse, they guy mentions that he's heading to Angel's mort as well. Urgh, well if rich pricks had to get their cake anywhere, they might as well get it from Angel's mort, in more than one ways (those uniforms...Christ.). It didn't help that the shop was opened up in the more sleazy part of town though they supposedly preached 'class' and 'elegance', rather like this prick. Grumbling as he ran off, Deamion brushed himself off and cursed ironic fate, considering just calling Andries and suggesting they go somewhere else, eventually deciding that he wasn't gonna let another rich jerk push him around.

Slowly, he made the rest of the way to the store, the bell jingling at his entrance. He gave Blake and company a withering glance before stalking past them to Andries who sat in the corner, waving him over. The latter having changed out of his night clothes as well, looking much more breezy in a shirt and loose track pants. Andries could make anything look fancy.

"So..how was your night? I heard a lot from your room, now you tell me the details." The man began, passing him a menu. He sighed, "Look, it was mediocre at best. I'm hurting, but physically and mentally as well. You know the story." "Big stick? Bad throw?" "And the dog doesn't want it." They broke out into quiet laughter, more composed here than last night in the bar. Well, last night had just been a whirl and he was lying if he said he didn't completely not enjoy it. He was lying now. If the bruises on him said anything at all.

"Aw, that's a shame, but look, order whatever you want. As long as it's just one thing, I'll pay. Hey, do you know they're offering free cake if you can eat one kilo of it?" "Who the hell would be crazy enough to do that?" "A self assured fat man with too much free time? Or girls on a binge?" "Crazy people." "Rather like the one following you?"

He groaned, tracing his hair with his hand and rubbing his eye sleepily, "He's here for whatever, I don't care. No phone number, no weird creep stalking me. The way I like it. Speaking of whoch. You couldn't give me a day to recover? I know I don't get drunk easily, but I can still feel hungover you know." The former shrugged sheepishly, inciting an eye roll. Deamion was enjoying himself actually, Andries was good company. He couldn't ask for better really and the guy wa never wrong. He did feel better after last night even if he was still a lil sleepy. Nothing fixed a hangover better than cake from his experience and his eyes drew to the cheesecake, strawberry filled. Rather expensive, but since Andries was paying...

Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

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Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

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Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

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Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder - [Hibiki and tenebrae16]

He woke up slowly, the sideways room starting to focus in his vision. His mind slowly registering the cold sting against his bare skin, ending in soft silken sheets. Awoke by the sudden coldness, he was more than content to just lie in bed until he was too cold to bear it anymore. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and groaned softly as his body started to protest to his actions, sore and achy. Pulling away the sheets, he grimaced at the mess of hand shaped bruises littered across his skin, starting to yellow over and really burn. Groaning, he turned, expecting to find a similarly scratched up partner by his bedside, instead finding a cooling indent in the mattress. Ah, he had intended to leave first, but he guessed it didn't matter. At the very least, the melting ice of his drink remained on the bedside desk, helping him soothe his sore throat. His head pounding slightly in a merciful hangover. He checked the drawer, hoping to find maybe some aspirin or-huh, not even a phone number left behind. Taken he wouldn't have bothered to take one, but he thought he was a better fuck than that.

Ah, at least, he had enjoyed himself, at least he believed he did. His tired body was a little too tuckered out to really register the intensity of the night before, but if he was this tired, it couldn't have all been from his drinking. Shoulders popping as he stretched and groaned, he slid of the bed and promptly fell flat on his face. Oh damn, it fucking hurt! Right, right, he was starting to remember a little of what had gone on last night. Dragging himself back up to his feet, he grumbled and gathered up his clothing. Where the heck was Andries? He had probably done the sensible thing and gone home or something. He should follow his lead and call a cab back, then take a good hot shower and take a whole day off to Die lie in bed and sleep off his pain and headache.

Slowly shuffling out of the room, the bright sunlight was an enemy to his eyes and the traffic a scurge to his ears. He was in the cab halfway home when his phone rang with some foreign unknown ring tone. Too tired to question it, he answered to Andries who insisted that they meet up for lunch and properly celebrate his birthday with a real cake and all. Well, he was glad his friend was fine, but his timing was terrible.

After a much needed shower and aspirin, he forced himself into more casual clothes and up to 'Angel's Morts'; rather expensive, but if Andries was gonna treat him, then he wouldn't question it too-*BANG* He turned the corner and ended up being knocked over by a runner, "Fuck, watch it." He growled, glaring up at-"Oh, it's you."