#malicedarkened

malicedarkened: The fire and wrath and pain harkened together into singular, razor point. A sword. “You will never have Shine.” The words tear ribbons out of his throat to be spoken. “Or Astral, or anyone. They are MINE!” Not in possession. But in feeling. Friends, family, love. The people who you make a home. He had learned. Mist understood now. He understood. Once more, with all might and power and sense he had left, Mist pulled. Hell intent to take everything, undo, make right. “What will happen…” The taunt turned into a question and then an echo as it fully left him. What will happen if he does this. If he wins and the fallout crashes over. No.96 Black Mist sank his claws and teeth. And night exploded. “I don’t care. GIVE HIM BACK TO ME.”

The doppelgänger braced with a tremendous screechー caught unawares by the sudden burst of resistance that pierced him with enough force to tear skin, muscle... Cut though something deeper within. No, it wasn't just this whelp fighting back. There were another set on nails digging from the inside.

"YOUー⁉"

Blood ran black and hot. And from the wound that vicious animal made in their flesh, a splitting sensation began to overwhelm their senses. Then, visible tearing, down to bones and crystal. Leech threw their head back and shrieked. The leech's grip on Black Mist's throat became zero as instead, their claws prioritised prying the Number off.

@malicedarkened // we are using this responsibly

Shine sighed sharply and closed the ancient tome that lent its knowledge to them. Back in Shine's collection it went. Alongside other books that were skipped over in the great scripts ban. He looked at the face he'd lended, the true Sword's face screwed up in scrutiny at the details.

"I still don't think this is a good idea. You really don't know what you've gotten yourself into." Quite literally, if they might also add. The 'spirit' reclined in the air as if unburdened. Hands behind his head became hands that cradles his cheeks as he rolled over onto his front. Neither position he put himself in was actually 'comfortable'.

"How did you phrase it again? I can't seem to recall... Regardless, my shoes are now yours to walk in. Until there are certain duties that require my attention, or His Eminence decides toー"

This was the thing he was warned against: fretting too much. This was his chance to sit back andー...And 'relax'. 'Live a little'. To squander the offer to rest his mind and body shouldn't be squandered, but that didn't mean he couldn't just stop feeling guilty about it. Especially when they were sneaking around in this manner. Misusing the Swords privileges and powers...

"...I'm afraid that most of the changes are quite superficial, but none shall be the wiser, nor tell the difference least you let them. Impersonating a High Rank official is a serious criminal offence. Best case scenario Eliphas doesn't kill you on sight for taking my image..."

Shine floated upright and stood, cupping one of his 'replacement's' cheeks. "Mist, promise me you won't do anything I wouldn't. And if something feels wrong, that you'd tell me right away."

He kissed 'Mist's' lips.

malicedarkened:

Mist harrumphs. Peaking an eye out from his hiding place.

(even through embarrassment and tease and childish bemoaning, it’s damning how much his stare softens when they look at him.)

“You are quick to tell the other Numbers things about me, some which I bared to you, for you, in confidence.”

Dark hands stretch up to tuck around the shape of armor, draping, practically hanging off the other like a wet piece of laundry. Another whine. “Am I to have no secrets with you, Shine? You have gotten cavalier with my heart.”

@malicedarkened​  //  【Ｎｏ．Ｓ０】:

   “...Do you mean that we dance? Or that we spend a great deal of time together?”

Were such things really so terrible that they were to be ashamed of? Before their fellow numbers whom he embodied, no less. No, was that not it? Maybe that wasn’t what Mist was getting at at all...

Was it about the secrecy then? That there was an appeal in keeping their everyday private, perhaps? It was hard to tell the degree of offense he had committed here, but if Mist preferred for their to be a greater degree of reservation concerning their emotional proximity to each other and all that entailed, then who was Shine to argue with that? What Shine found pride in, translated into no such thing for Mistー who hid honest thoughts behind all manner of fluff and filler. The last thing he wanted to do was to bring about grief in someone so precious to them.

Head dropped into the space between the shining number's shoulder-blades, burying into amber hair. The noise that breaks through lips is pure whine. Mist needn't lift his face to prove it is a mess of aubergine glow and heat.

"You are cruel."

{ @malicedarkened pardon me compensating with background fluffery sgdhfj}

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They look over their shoulder for a glimpse at Mist.