#acollapsar

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 ⸻ ACCEPTING.

                     our journey begins with 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬,                   spared by the 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥, he now seeks redemption,    and throughout their english trip, befriends a 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫.

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❝ WELL I NEVER ! HOW RUDE OF YOU TO SPOUT SUCH BLASPHEME ABOUT A WOMAN AS BODACIOUS AS I AM ! ❞

"The 'hour of unholy'? You mean the hour of.... 24/7?" Yeah that's right, he's onto you, humanity.

With a glance over his shoulder, Sebastian expected to spot an unfamiliar figure in the far off darkness of the street --- but before he could make out whether the newcomer was a stranger or not, a sudden flash of something bright came flying towards him, causing him to instinctively tilt his head to the side, bending his back a tad in the process and effectively dodging the ball of snow that had been aimed at his head.

Sebastian blinked, surprised more than anything. Mostly due to the fact that he had genuinely thought he had been alone. And perhaps he had, at least up until now. In any case though, he could not say he was not thrilled by sudden turn of events.

Finally.

       “ Didn’t your Mommy ever teach you not to talk to strangers? ” He’d muse in a somewhat of a husky and coarse voice, the low chuckle of amusement evident as he kept his back facing the ‘stranger’. “ Especially those you meet in the night... ” While it might not be his ideal idea of how he’d prefer to spend his nights to keep boredom at bay, he could not might as well ignore an opportunity when it WILLINGLY strolled straight into the bored devil’s grasp. A plain snowball, or deadly firearms aimed at him --- really now, what was the difference when a starving demon was bored out of his mind, desperately trying to not think of the hunger?

       “ But, if you insist on picking on the unprepared... ” He started again, bending down to scoop up a handful of snow in his grasp --- hands squishing and turning around the snow to form and shape it into a ball as hard as ice. “ Allow me to demonstrate--- ” Slowly, he’d raise it to have a good look at it with his own eyes, pretending to inspect his own craftmanship before abruptly turning on the spot to LAUNCH the deadly ice ball in the "stranger’s” direction.

He’ll make sure to tidy things up after himself before the morning comes.

A stray cat scurried off from beneath some trash bags as he pulled into the backside parking of his apartment complex. His bike’s engine gave a purr as he slowed to a stop, parking in his usual spot. The night was chilly, Cloud’s breath visible as he let out a sigh and removed his goggles to take in the eerily quiet surroundings. In the day, it was more lively, usually hearing groups chattering nearby or loud music playing up above.

@acollapsar​ said ;  pspspspspspspspspspspspsps *offers him some almond tofu because a little birdy whispered in his ear that he liked it* /s

              HISSES AT HIS PRECENSE !!! UNTIL—

                                                                                       .......!!!!!!

             Was that....? Sweet tasty fluffy almond tofu..... The dilemma..... Should he choose it? or more precisely, ........can he even reject it?

// If you all ever wonder what a chaotic lil shit Childe is on Dickord. Well...  :’3

// ... what's gemini ( and sagittarius? )