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@killcured : the demon captures the mage's chin with careful digits, crimson eyes behold the man before him with a dangerous grin on strong features. " i wonder what sounds i'll drag out of you this time around, " he chuckles lowly as he leans in, his lips tease against leander's. " think you'll sing for me again tonight, pretty boy? "

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄   𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇   him,   the   fallen   vestiges   of   life   tingling   at   his   fingertips   with   the   purred   out   promise.   the   mage's   reaction   is   nigh   on   instantaneous,   lashes   lidding   over   brilliant   steel   green   hues   and   the   shadows   only   further   accentuating   the   traitorous   red   that   flushes   his   cheeks.   even   back   here,   in   the   dimly   lit   booth,   illuminated   by   a   single   candle   and   tucked   away   in   the   far   corner   of   the   tavern,   leander's   gaze   speaks   for   itself.   certainly,   it   doesn't   help   that   they   are   close   enough   for   one   of   those   mile   long   legs   to   have   settled   along   ais'   thigh,   bodies   pressed   close,   but   he's   hardly   considered   that   with   he   words   whispered   so   sweetly   to   him.   

a   hand   toys   absently   with   one   of   the   necklaces   about   the   demon's   neck,   and   leander   doesn't   look   away   -   nor   does   he   fully   close   his   eyes   when   his   soft   tiers   are   brushed   so   gently,   almost   patronizing   in   intensity.   callouses   dip   briefly   over   ais'   clavicle   and   the   mage   can   only   hum,   resisting   the   very   real   urge   to   chase   ais'   lips   like   he   needed   them   to   breathe.   instead,   he   offers   him   an   ever   so   charming   smile.   

"   you   know   i   don't   sing   in   public,   ais.   "   he   murmurs   out,   gaze   dipping   away   from   crimson   hues   long   enough   to   skirt   around   the   shadows.   as   usual,   the   place   is   packed,   bloodhound   members   and   others   alike   keeping   both   drinks   and   suspect   food   flowing.   their   eyes   meet   once   more,   and   he   hooks   his   finger   through   a   necklace,   leaning   forward   once   again   to   press   soft   lips   to   the   demons   own.   by   all   descriptors,   it   could   be   labeled   as   a   chaste   kiss   -   but   the   way   leander   takes   his   time   pulling   away,   the   way   he   slowly   opens   his   eyes   halfway   -   the   gleam   of   unearthly   green   almost   eerie   in   the   dark,   and   the   way   he   looks   almost   ravenous...   paints   a   much   more   sensuous   picture   than   a   simple   peck.   

[ @killcured , prompted. accepting. ]

"I'll let you know, I have very strong opinions." This is true, and she doesn't dare disguise it - not in anything she does. She has a highly fluid expression; if she is feeling something, it shows. Joy, rage, grief, and contempt are all emotions. Regardless, that feminine visage was obvious. Still, she remains silent for a few moments. Time spent with her arms crossed and her head turned slightly to the side. "I have my opinions, but you have yours as well; at the end of the day, they're just that. Opinions. You should do whatever you want, regardless of what I or anyone else thinks."

[ @killcured , prompted. accepting. ]

Worry fills her chest, but she dares not say anything - she wants to ask what ails him, what haunts his thoughts… but she realizes it'd be best if she just did what he requested. She pours him another drink, sliding it over the bar to replace his old glass with a newer, cleaner one. A small bit of alcohol spilled on her side of the bar is cleaned up with a dark cloth, temporarily distracting her.

[ @killcured , prompted. accepting. ]

Her full, bow-shaped lips begin to smile a little. Though a little frail, she was worn out. On pale skin, crimson and gold combine to create an artistic stain. Someone else's blood as well as hers. When he speaks, a small laugh erupts, which is bad because she already felt hurt and had to go. Her injuries weren't life-threatening, but she was beginning to feel a little numbness in her hands, and her head suddenly felt too heavy to rest securely on her shoulders.

@killcured : ❛ you look… amazing. ❜

𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐑   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐇𝐈𝐒   soul,   gentle   adoration   unfettered   in   his   desire   for   the   being   before   him.   the   hanging   lanterns   of   high   town   paint   a   backdrop   of   resplendence   for   the   fox,   bathing   his   carefully   groomed   tail   and   brushed   hair   in   luminous   shades   of   gold   that   further   hint   to   it's   blood   red   tonality.   his   outfit   was   plainer   than   usual,   but   no   less   fine,   robes   cut   open   at   the   chest   and   thigh   high   boots   polished   to   perfection   -   ais'   colors,   also   a   shade   of   vibrant   crimson,   adorning   the   main   focuses   of   his   state   of   dress,   as   if   he   seeks   to   make   a   statement.   carefully   seated   in   his   meticulously   styled   hair   was   the   kanzashi   he'd   been   so   recently   gifted,   fox   and   bells   blooming   from   the   vestiges   of   his   tresses   like   an   unfurling   flower.   

when   he   sees   ais   -   when   ais   speaks,   vere   smiles   -   bright   and   genuine,   pulling   him   away   from   the   lingering   crowd   and   beneath   a   small   awning.   in   the   square,   a   lutist   plays   -   not   vere's   favorite,   but   enough   to   further   the   mood,   to   bespell   the   tender   notions   of   their   affections.   it's   his   clawed   fingertips   that   wind   with   ais'   own,   and   he   presses   their   chests   flush,   uncaring   of   the   prying   eyes   of   eridian   nobility.   

the   demon's   words   squeeze   his   cold,   black   heart,   and   vere   is   unable   to   hide   the   blush   blooming   'pon   his   features.   "   don't   i   usually?   "   he   teases,   but   it   comes   out   breathless   -   because   there   is   something   special   about   this   moment,   something   soft   and   profound.   vere   looking   up   at   ais   through   dark   lashes,   tail   wrapping   around   them   both,   and   two   fingertips   lightly   rotating   that   familiar   ring   that   sits   on   ais'   finger.   maybe   it's   the   lights,   maybe   it's   the   champagne   from   before,   but   vere's   kiss   is   soft   and   tender   -   and   his   words   profound.   "   maybe...   maybe   it's   time   i   get   one   of   these   too.   "

@killcured : ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇   him,   he   thinks,   any   other   day   -   and   any   other   person   would   be   slaughtered   in   a   heart   beat   for   uttering   things   such   as   that   to   him.   but   not   ais.   never   ais.   ais   is   always   the   exception   to   the   rule   for   vere,   and   this   time   is   no   different   -   as   he   kneels   before   the   demon   in   the   shrine,   a   antiseptic   soaked   cloth   dabbing   ever   so   lightly   at   his   features.   another   brawl,   another   fight   -   only   this   time,   perhaps,   ais   hadn't   quite   been   clear   headed   enough   to   come   out   utterly   unscathed   as   usual...   and   vere,   despite   all   his   idiosyncracies   and   tenuous   displeasures   for   their   current   situation,   well,   his   soft   spot   wasn't   a   lie   to   anyone   that   knew   anything   about   the   fox

a   scowl   pulls   at   supple   lips,   and   the   vulpine   rocks   back   on   booted   heels   between   ais'   strong   legs.   one   hand   rests   upon   a   broad   thigh,   and   he   stares   up   at   the   demon   through   thick   lashes,   look   distinctly   unamused   -   before   going   back   to   the   task   at   hand.   "   stop   whining,   ais.   "   he   grits   out,   vague   irritation   a   mask   for   his   hurt.   of   course   he   cares.   he's   always   cared.   that's   why   they're   in   this   position   in   the   first   place   -   but   to   vere,   ais   refused   to   see   past   the   chain   on   his   neck   and   the   way   he   had   to   leave   each   morning   before   dawn.   "   you're   going   to   open   it   again.   "   a   tut,   as   he   discards   the   blood   stained   cloth   and   falls   silent   a   long   moment.   ears   twitch   backwards,   his   tail   lowered   so   far   it   even   brushes   the   ground   -   and   he   sighs,   "   don't   make   me   say   it.   "   he   murmurs,   yet   vere   knows   he   will   already...   and   ais   won't   believe   him.   ironic,   given   that   the   demon   is   the   one   person   he's   ever   truly   honest   with.   

                                                                                      "   i   care.   i   care   too   much.   "