#consacravi

One moment of silence goes to two, then it almost gets uncomfortable. He’s just staring, mouth slightly agape at Chrollo.

“You’re asking me.... about tracksuits.” It’s said slowly as if he’s coming to terms with it.

👀 oh? do tell.

 “You’re aware that this is no ordinary blade.”

     Ben’s knives, especially the one in his possession, could skin anything alive. Furthermore, its surface hosted fatal toxins capable of paralyzing colossal beasts whose size alone demonstrated formidable resistance. Illumi claimed unnatural immunity to countless poisons, but not even his father had risked exposure. Why was he insistent on dying here?

     Chrollo gripped the assassin’s wrist, turning it over. He knew how long it would take before the victim lost control of their body as they bled from every orifice. He knew where he should cut so they suffered most. Cruelty welled inside his chest, and he made the first incision.

     “I hope you’ll forgive me someday.”

There is a light behind black eyes as he stares up at Chrollo. It’s the side of him that is usually kept under wraps, by himself and the shame of his family. An unhealthy obsession, a feeling of superiority, all wrapped within the darkness of his psyche that pushes him far beyond his own breaking points. Illumi willingly lets Chrollo take his wrist, doesn’t fight it, nor does he try and conceal the corner of his lips from turning upwards.

Physical contact between her and Chrollo was sparse in occurrence - not from a lack of interest, but a need to not let the depth of her affection rise to the surface.If he ever realised her feelings, she worried how quickly the air between them would turn awkward. It’s with those thoughts in mind that she kept any contact between them infrequent and short in duration.

That didn’t mean they didn’t linger in her thoughts for weeks, months after.When his head rests onto her shoulder, she almost stiffened at the warmth of his cheek resting on her collarbone. Her fingers trace the outline of his jaw.

hewwo?

Meteor City was more than likely the poorest city known. Many children have either grown up without their parents or siblings, or some families have simply moved on. Phinks Magcub, was one of those kids. He had grown without a mother or father, he had lived half of his life on the streets.

In order to survive, Phinks had stolen from people around the city. But he did not do it in subtle ways, he did it through sheer brute force. The young teen was determined to live, no matter what it cost. Food was hard to find though, even through stealing.

But when he came across a young man, walking through the streets, Phinks decided that he would make him his next victim. The boy seemed to be wearing a purple coat, with fur at the collar. His hair was black and slick back and he had handsome features. Phinks had a bad feeling, but he pursued the man anyway.

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   EW  A  SPIDER