“Mika..” He hadn’t expected such an angry reaction to such a simple question-- taken aback by his partner’s words with a look of shock plastered across his visage. When Shinoa had told him about Mika’s humanity, (a conversation he only wished he would’ve been there for.) he was frankly confused, as it had left such a looming sense of dread in the pit of his stomach that eventually, Mika would even grow to despise him as well. 

“--you think so? Mika always says I trust people too easily, but if Guren trusts you then you can’t be all bad, right?” Yuu laughed somewhat sheepishly, idly rubbing the back of his neck in thought. “To be honest, I’m still not sure what to think of the Hīragi’s, but Shinoa has been a great friend to me and part of my family. So if it’s possible, I’d wanna make friends with her family, too.” Cue a naive smile from the somewhat childish Seraph, boots clacking against the hard floor as he stepped forward. 

PROMO: ARTHUR LANCE KINGSMEN

thatonepossessedguy

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2+ years of roleplay experience

NSFW-friendly

Not OC friendly (yet)

He had earned Titania’s reproach, a demanding, beautiful and dangerous queen. For all her scorn, bound in the midst, there existed love. It was the love, at times, that frightened him most. Indeed, he was bound, through ritual -- through blood and fire to her side. And he had chosen it.

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There was not a force that existed within the realms that could take it from him. He was as all fae were. Perhaps desperate for attention, It was, in part, responsible for the many he shared a bed with, yet, ever loyal to his wife. Through this, he found bliss, her understanding and courage to face adversity with such gentleness.--

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He found her side comforting, at times, like a child to his mother’s bosom. Then, at times, so much more to her bosom he’d happily admit. She was beautiful as sunlight and shadow. At times, he knew, he had to think of her as so much more than a queen. She was his lady fair. The queen of all fae and the mistress of Tir Na Nog. 

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It was with playful demeanor he found her side, like a child at play, he could no longer remember where the two of them had come -- but he cherished this life that they lived. To be apart would be agony... and so never thought of it.