#corvanum

THE ANGEL KISS

      Swift is the act which she initiates, lissome fingers motioning for the esteemed acquaintance to lean forward. Atop her toes she stands, closing the gap between this contrast of height. Yet, in sooth, that does not hinder her in bequeathing the other a delicate buss beside his captivating glance. Resting upon her soles once more, she exhales a breath of satisfaction to the proffered gift, as if no other could compare to what she extends in reference to her physique.

      Both hands press themselves upon each hip, presenting herself in a upright motion in order to explain this divine deed. ❝Umu. It is my duty, as an idol, to lavish those whom recognize my talents, fan and companion alike, as I see suitable.❞ There is no query if he finds such adequate, merely accepting it such a notion as so.

insomnia :: what’s their sleeping schedule like? snorer? sound sleeper?

he doesn't have an actual sleeping schedule, as he willingly ruined it for himself. on weekends, he has to keep himself awake the whole night: during fights, he can't let sleepiness linger, and thus, he became nocturnal. throughout the week, he catches short naps at school or crashes at home/his friends' places, and has the ability to fall asleep almost anywhere. he probably learned how to keep himself totally quiet, too, so he can do it during classes -- he's a light sleeper, though, considering sleeping in public places = risky.

grudge :: how bad does an insult go over? do they hold a grudge long?

if you insult him, he'll insult you. actually, he'll probably do it anyway, but -- he doesn't tend to linger on these things for too long. a lot of spiteful words escape his mouth, some more serious than the others, and most of the time, he doesn't even realize he's being insulting, so... as for grudges, i can see him being one of the 'forgive, but don't forget' types, although that also depends on how bad the situation was? if it wasn't anything significant, he'll let it go easily.

offspring :: what kind of parent would they be? would they prefer one, or multiple?

oh my god he'd probably be?? a pretty decent father? maybe a little bit on the lenient side, allowing the kids to do whatever as long as they're being safe, BUT he's not planning on actually having children. he was raised in an orphanage with no real parents, so he'd doubt himself too much to take care of a kid: truth is, he knows nothing about parenting and how these things should look, so. prayer circle he never has kids so he doesn't mimic his adoptive father --

reminder :: how are they at remembering daily needs? what falls through the cracks?

CONTACT PHOTO:

CONTACT NAME:

Hans ♢

RINGTONE:

      Favours are not beyond the carmine garbed actress, golden boots plodding along with hardly a sound to be hearkened. From the gardens she emerges, the nip of the chilled air lingering upon exposed skin and fabric if one were to hover close. There is no mind to it, howsoever, merely satisfied at the object within lithe fingers that she sought prior to this approach. Nails have thus begun to dull the nettlesome thorns that protrude from the lengthy stem, preening it to perfection before arriving at her final destination.

      Hues swathed in viridescence are accentuated by the sooty make-up smeared beneath the alabaster mask, ornate designs imitating that of a skull to conceal the porcelain countenance beneath. Ah, but it does not hinder the expression that surfaces upon the mark she is meant to locate. Were it not for the silk which displays the front of her legs in a thin veil, one might mistake the young maiden to be gliding. ❝Salve--❞ It is thus she nears with this greeting, presently flashing the male the flower in a fluent motion.

      ❝A rose by any other name cannot compare to the diamond that shines before me.❞ Coral lips lift into a chivalrous smile, delicate hand extending to bequeath the freshly plucked gift intended for him alone. ❝Befitting, is it not? As the colour I match, I shall likewise mimic it's presence flawlessly. Discard it and I will follow, yet until then I remain in your company.❞

Parties and balls were two very different occasions, and Ultear knew this very well. Parties are much more open for interpretation. At a party there was ideal chat about anything, there could be dancing, but there could also be much, much more. Parties were for friends or family, to celebrate. Parties were for drugs or sex, they were for smoothing over business deals or things much more gruesome. A ball was for two reasons and two reasons only, to dance and to leave an impression.

This is where she exceeded. In a ball mixed with upper class, middle and lower, Ultear planned to look like something out of a dream. Otherworldly, she enjoyed being marveled at, having the world look at her like a goddess, and she in turn would judge them all back. There was on person in particular that enjoyed such activity too. In fact, it had become crystal clear just how alike they were not too long ago when she had let tempers slip, but he had been there to not only keep her secret, but help her.

It seemed only fair that she kept him around, and in time he had become a constant companion. So when she saw him standing by his lonesome by the bar, she excused herself from current conversation, and moved toward him with eyes still on her. That was thanks to the dress she had chosen for that night. Tight fitting with trail, her outfit was completely black. Dress, jewelry, and makeup were all dark. Everything except for the strands of pearls and jewels that hung off her back, showing off the perfectly flawless skin on her back, and her red lipstick. Ultear looked like a cold, dark beauty, just as she was.

♚ "I didn't think I would find someone as handsome as yourself at the bar alone."