.NIGHTMARES.

       ❛ Blaise antique de le cha—- ❜ The words falls from Marx’s lips, a whispered tone as though trying to keep what he was muttered to himself. Book in hand, eyes on the page and then before he could even have the changed to finish the sentence. He felt a sudden weight against his back, following along with it was a familiar voice. Whining, over him. About the idea of spoiling him or maybe wanting to spend time with it? Either way, he didn’t have to bother turning around to figure out who it was. 

       ❛ You should start calling me Marxy, I think that would be a lot cuter now, wouldn’t it? I heard that it is normal to give one another pet name. ❜ Marx’s amazed at how even his voice sounds despite the anxiety churning in his stomach, threatening to grip his lungs like a vice. This isn’t the first time someone interrupted him, but the last time the person did it. They were found their body burnt to a crisp do to his magic going wild. Even If the city has told him what power he was allowed to use and what he wasn’t, that never stopped him from attempting back to relearning his abilities, rewriting them down within the book. Nevertheless, the last thing he wished to do was placed any sort of harm upon Kaiden.

█ * ✦ Starter for @poisonlock​

       ❛ Dark… So dark~ But … Purple~ Poison ? Hmm… ❜

█ * ✦ Cotton couldn’t help but comment on the others aura as he came closer to him. A hand being brought up and softly being pressed against the other boy’s ribcage, right at the top of it, palm pressed flat for a moment before he laughed softly.  ❛ Fufuf… It is like poison, but it’s almost sweet ❜ At least that’s what cotton said. He took his hand away now and allowed it to hang freely at this side along with his other hand. His eyes blinking as he took in the other’s appearance. Pink hair … white skin … Red eyes … similar to his own eye~ Regardless it was a unique appearance to him. Pink hair suited this stranger though.

      ❛ Your soul is pretty. I like how sweet it is … Fufu~ What’s your name, pink-haired-san? ❜

       It’s not so much of him being unaware of his own aura, he had long figured out that it was dark. Not the prettiest of colors unlike all the other aura out there, of course, he knew that he should have kept it hidden. To avoid the possible chance of his sister popping up one day, to finally do the task that they were unsigned with. 

       However, he did not find himself doing such a task ---- Only shrugging the possible of the chance ever happening, he doubts is sister would ever come here ( that was... Of course, he’s guessed... ) Yet, if there was one thing that kept him from keeping his aura out and about... It had to be unable to hear the voices of his own father anymore, even after his passing he still found a way to contact him at any time he saw fit. 

       Always insulting him, criticizing him and having some sense of control over his body... But he wasn’t here. He hasn’t felt his presence at all during his time here, never hearing his voice or feeling any sense of pull happening along with him. Now he was alone, able to do anything that he wished at this point ( but why was it such a difficult task to do? )

       And just like that, his attention had been drawn away from his thoughts and instead found themselves focusing. Usually, he ignored any attempted of those who dared to speak with him. Yet, he found himself unable to do that. Scarlet orbs locking eyes with the other who’s matched him, hand lightly gripping his wrist as he gently moved it away from his chest.

       There was something so familiar about this, but Marx couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He hummed slightly in thought, simply letting him take control of the situation. Lips pressed against his, with each second that came to pass, it became increasingly difficult for the male to concentrate. A sharp chill rand down Marx’s body, as Kaiden’s hand came to rest against the back of his head, keeping him from moving away——

          ( Not that he had any planned on doing so. )

      Arms found themselves lazily wrapping around his shoulder, deepening the kiss together further. Tongues intertwined and rubbed against each other, which only made it difficult to bite back the moan that threatened to sound from him in response to their actions.

          ( Ahh, If he did not stop himself. He’s only going to end up taking this further… )

      It had taken every fiber of his being to pull away, but he manages nevertheless. Cheeks flustered deeply with a dark shade of red, a little embarrassed but nothing that he minded much. After all, he was the one that wanted it. And there was something else, something else that he hasn’t felt in a very long time…

      He felt at ease in his presence. Like he could let his guard down around him, without fearing any sort of punishment for doing so ( was it really okay, for him to let his guard down like this? ) ❛ Are you in a good mood—? I don’t believe I’ve seen you like this before… ❜ At least, that was what he believed. Either that or he has hardly noticed much of how Kaiden acts around him, although he supposed that wasn’t an awful thing now was it? 

          And then it hit him.

    He hasn’t returned back the confess of love now, didn’t he?

       ❛ Ah, right, right, I love you too~ More than anything in the world— ❜ He replied, finally realizing the error of his mistake. He didn’t even attempt on letting the other speak, instead, unwrapping his arms as he pulled immediately away from him, the usual smile present on his face and then he said something.

       ‘ Please don’t hurt me, I won’t mess up again, please, please ‘ is what he wanted to say but instead, he found something say something else entirely.