#crossed-worlds

There was something about being on his lonesome that made him feel alive and real again. Like he wasn’t just some attack dog. He was a feared mercenary wasn’t he? He was.. he had to be. He was more than some mindless mutt. But the fact the doctor didnt let him willingly go out and collect bounties made it hard to feel that way sometimes. So he snuck out. He didnt know where he was, he’d been sheltered in the eggbase most of his life so he could never distinguish his own timeline from other timelines. Mostly because he didn’t know any landmarks of his own.

When a fox scent hit his nose.. he assumed a trespassing twin tailed rat to be the culprit of the scent. Usually he’d be fine with the fox, but he was in a bad mood. An irritable, murdery mood. So slowly, he pulls out his dagger. And holds it tight as he starts to get low to the ground, his mostly black fur should help him creep through the bushes and get the jump on him. One of the many things his late father taught him before they were slaughtered. Ears pinned back to not give away his position but in that sort of way he could still acutely hear every little movement, silently creeping after the fox scent with a look of pure malice in those Amber-gold and Blue eyes.

Amy had been pretty quick to get herself up and about in the early morning - being that she was a fairly quick gal to get up and go she knew that the day was going to not stop without her getting started! But of course, the odd timing of her getting out of her little home caused her to notice a familiar face - or at least one that would be familiar!

"Tails! What're you doing up and early? Did you finally take my advice in improving your sleep schedule?"

There's nowhere to go. He doesn't have a place besides this. He doesn't know why they've even bothered. Is he a prisoner? A spoil of that war, or kept as a reminder? Something to be used against his doppler? He's not sure what to think anymore. His mind and body scream whenever the golden simian comes near, his taller frame always trying to make itself shorter or scarce in those moments where he's a fragment of strength. He had control of himself, it felt like he actually had a sense of self at this point and the threads of life were no longer fraying and snapping. His existence wasn't coming to an immediate end, he wasn't spiraling but he was still horribly ill. Even a minor attempt at some much as trying to melt into the shadows had nearly send him into a coughing fit, having stopped the first time he'd tried. He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what they want, why are they bothering with healing him? Still those words haunt him, spoken directly at him by the king when he'd smacked away the claws that had reached to heal him.

'Do you want to go back?'

He'd felt fear, he was it at times and other times it was something else entirely. He was frail, pitiful and at their mercy. He had nothing to his name in these moments besides the clothes he bore and even then he had kept a death grip on the cloak around his frame. Even now, he could feel like simply breathing was ruining him. He doesn't understand any of it, maybe a fragment of him does. Still when the other ever approaches, his mind flashes back to that and he becomes nothing more than a deer caught in headlights. Only once has a noise ripped from his throat, a shriek when one of them had startled him. So much as touching him felt like their touches were marking him for death. How long has he been here, he can't tell. He still felt like he was falling apart at the seams. He must be dissasociating at this current moment, the pounding of his own heartbeat echoing in his head as the faint edges of golden fur has him still staring down at the ground. He's being asked something and all he wants to do is run, if he did he'd be hurt wouldn't he? He can't run.

Lips part, attempt to as all that comes out is a puff of purple smoke, the faint blue glow still in the depths of his throat, quickly does he close them because he can feel like he's going to choke on his own saliva even so attempting to talk. The pangs of hunger have long become almost numb to himself, he can't remember when he's had an actual meal besides devouring something raw in moments of a bloodlust frenzy, something he's worried about becoming a reality now. He wasn't sure if this one was just immune to his scent either, given most demons went rampant at him after being around him for enough time. Challenges that turned into escape attempts for his own sanity...which wasn't much.

"Excuse me, Miss Amy?" The young robot poked his head into her office, seemed he'd been in a bit of a tussle lately. The hedge-droid's outer shell was dented here and there, torn into at others. Minor damage mostly thank the stars... But... he looked more uneasy than in pain in his expressions. "Can...Can I stay in here for a while? Blaze and Matilda are arguing so...."

" Alphonse? "

She looked at him with obvious concern

" What in Gaia happened? "

She pushed herself out from behind her desk to get a better look at him.

((One of them is possessive >:3))

☯ kiss roulette | @crossed-worlds ☯

While Wukong wouldn't say he was oblivious, there were times that he didn't pay attention — clueless sometimes when someone was checking him out or eyeing him in THAT way. Trying not to be obvious as they checked him out, peering away when he turned in their direction. It wasn't that the golden simian wasn't aware that he had an appeal to some and he could admit when someone was attractive — he wasn't blind after all, there had many that had caught his gaze and he couldn't help but admire. Still, he never acted on it nor really cared to, preferring there to be more to it than just thinking someone was hot. Wanting that deep connection.

Which is why he hadn't noticed the gaze constantly being on him, their eyes roving over his figure as he sat. Having wanted to go on another 'date' with his beloved shadow. Taking Usiku to a bar that he thought they both would like — the place casual and fun. Not overly crowded or noisy which suited the two disguised simians just fine in the moment. It seemed though that while he hadn't noticed the stares from the other, his partner had. His own attention on the menu that sat on the bar, trying to decide which peach drink he'd like to order for himself — they all looked so delicious after all. Being drawn away from the selection when he suddenly felt a hand reach out and grip his hip firmly, blinking in surprises before turning to the one seated next to him.

He had been about to ask before he felt the other's fingers grip his chin and crushed their lips together. Drawing a surprised noise from the sage in the moment, softly gasping — allowing Usiku to deepen the sudden kiss. It make his face rapidly heat up and brighten in the moment, shivering softly in response as he returned the gesture all to eagerly. His claws managing to grip the fabric of the healer's shirt. Feeling that all too familiar flutter in his chest and stomach as they sat there, lost in the moment as the bar seemed to fade away into nothing.

It felt like eternity before Usiku drew back, his false golds drinking in the sight before him of the flushed king in his grip. Another soft noise leaving Wukong's lips as he felt that thumb trace his bottom lip. Gods, this man knew how to make him absolutely weak in the knees and he loved it so much. Soft purrs being heard rumbled from him, lost to the noise of their surrounding — but not to the six-eared simian in disguise. Oh no, he could hear them well especially with how close they were in the moment.

"W-What was that for?"

He stammered out lightly, taking a quick peek around to see if any eyes were on them. It wasn't that public displays of affection were something he hated BUT his stage fright made it hard to do anything that would draw attention. Like that kiss for example. Not that he was complaining about Usiku kissing him. Never. Luckily it seemed not many patrons around took noticed and if they had their attention didn't linger long on the two before going back to whatever they had been talking about or doing prior.

"Not that I'm complaining much here, that was...wow."

He nearly snarled at the other just for his words. The urge bubbled up harshly inside him, making him turn. His jaw ached further, and he should stop clenching his teeth so hard. Something which was nearly impossible in this damn situation. Vitrol sat on his tongue, the ebony simian prepared to unleash it. Confusion cut through the rage that had started to cloud his mind. The other was talking to himself?

Ah yes, a reason for his issues. One of them, anyway. It was true, his own would never bother to talk about the past hanging over them. Not in the way that was needed. Not like Macaque would ever help him with it. Or do the same. It was easier to keep the cycle of hate, taunts, and venomous insults.

The anger burned at him and sunk deep into his muscle and bone. Glamoured ears pinned back at the sheer volume of Sunny. "I would say that you should suffer then...if it were not my mark on you." His lashing tail stilled, and the Shadow stared up at the other simian.

"The last thing I need is you walking around with it."