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He was allowed in her territory. That was the only reason that made her so... feral. Was that even the right word? Her intensity was on an entirely different level. What had set her off? Surely not Zafir’s sorry state. His wounds would heal. This was nothing. He’d suffered much worse in the past. That was definitely not it. She didn’t care about him after all.

That being said, he found himself intrigued. A small part of him wanted to tell her to calm down. One had to control their strength, that much he knew. This wasn’t the kind of enemy that was beaten easily (even the Hinn dared to admit that!). Yet, the usually so calculated and tactful Loni was losing herself? 

     ❝SO, LONI, WHADDYA DO to pass the time when you're not workin'?❞ Angelo casually played with a nickle between his fingers, allowing it to slide in and out as it traveled from index to pinkie and back again with excellent dexterity. ❝S'gotta be exhaustin' lookin' after all this territory.❞ Not that he would know. His boss, Nero, seemed stressed enough making sure things in the Vanetti family stayed in order. Honestly, Angelo would never want a position where he had to look after a lot of people -- territories included. He preferred to be freelance and do whatever he wanted and go wherever he pleased. Normally he was right there beside Nero as his right-hand man, but he convinced the other to give him more freedom to breathe for the most part. Being someone’s dog never suited him well anyway.

            she is, truly, the last person they expected to see out here. although, they never expected to see anyone for that matter ( that was kind of the point  ). someone out there could probably give the actual chances by number, but all they care about is how much of a fucking coincidence this is. 

           although, on second thought, they also care about the fact that they’re holding a small flower in their hands, soil still gently collected around the rootball. and also the fact that they could really just turn around and walk away instead of calling out, “what the fuck are you doing out here?”

                        ❛    No   need   to   announce   yourself ,   THE   STENCH   OF   WET   DOG   does   it   for   you .    ❜        𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭  𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬  𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 ,        frighteningly   pale   gaze   flicks   over   towards   the   werewolf   (   NO   REASON   TO   CONSIDER   HER   AS   ANYTHING   OTHER   THAN   BEAST   ) ,   sageo   cord   resting   along   curve   between   index    &    thumb   as   he   props   Yamato   perpendicular   from   solid   ground ,   PALM   OF   OTHER   HAND   RESTING   ON   GOLDEN   POMMEL   as   he   eyes   them   with   critical   gaze .

            ❛    ---------------   Surely   you   have   reason   for   INTRUDING   UPON   MY   PEACE ?    ❜

Loni x Samil - Commission @ellobomal

It was interesting and fun to draw Loni again plus her interesting companion~. Made it a transparent so you can keep the nice throne from hell~. Enjoy~!

An overdramatic brat for @ellobomal

“… Technically we didn’t have a wedding. It’s complicated. He took my name too, cause he doesn

          kaede didn’t expect gratitude when he half - carried , half - dragged the woman to his apartment . . .   but did she have to make it sound as if he’d somehow burdened her by trying to help ??   discontent settles over his expression , dragging his dark brows together and leaving his lips twisting gently downward .   his gaze ducks away , muscles unhappily tense in the face of the weirdly condescending   ( or is he just being overly sensitive ? )   way she acts .   mention of the woman’s attacker draws his attention from his hurt pride .

          he should let her go .   she’s obviously the sort of person that doesn’t want help .   and yet , he finds himself following her despite her obvious distaste at the situation .   he grabs the bag with the swords sealing the wraith’s body as she successfully finds the door to his apartment .   kaede only pauses as she mentions his secret so easily .   he’s so caught off guard by the idea of someone seeing him for what he is that he can only stutter carelessly ,   “ how do you know about that ? ”

           and then kaede’s hurrying to match his stride with the stranger’s .   his expression has turned more curious than hurt .   concern filters through the curiosity as he realizes she’s going after the same one that left her for dead earlier .   while he’s careful not to touch her , he does demand recklessly ,   “ let me help you !   you’re still healing , right ?   and you couldn’t stop yourself from getting hurt the first time you saw this , uhm , hunter , so you need help .   and if you’re so sure that i’m in danger too , then i should be allowed to do my share to protect myself . ”

          belatedly , he realizes the woman’s inhumanity ---   what is she that she can heal so quickly ?   this question he silences before he can make a fool of himself and instead continues to follow the harsh woman determinedly .