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The assassin had hesitated. His target was supposed to be alone - but there were two men in that bed. Where was the guard, then? No matter. If he had to kill both of them, so be it.

But the hesitation had been enough for Ashen to take advantage and strike through his ribs. Swift as a shadow, and indeed he was, fueled by the fear that the interloper may get anywhere near his lover. He did not.

"Courtesy of the Red Wizards," the watchknight commented later. "No doubt his employer will shake your hand tomorrow and go, "Lord Pavus, what a pleasure to see you"."

He healed his wounds with a spell, washed the blood off his torso. Sent the corpse to... no, only a Red Wizard would send it to be displayed. Send it to his family. Despite their misfortune in begetting such a fool, by all accounts.

"Didn't even have the decency to wait for me to put a shirt on," Ashen grumbled. But this was the least important.

Oh, how many times he had repeated his confessions of love to his partner. How many times had he feared that he would be torn away from him as devastatingly fast as his dragonborn companion. Ashen threw his arms around Dorian, holding him tighter than usual, heart rate still elevated from the sinister surprise of the night.

far in the stratosphere of this planet was where most of their body was held, and climaxed into a tight stranglehold; the larger male shocked that he was having so much difficulty being able to buck the smaller one off. had his power decreased this much over the years? manches claws raked at the others arm, only able to scratch the surface until he felt a punch right into his kidneys. a sharp gasp only reaction he could give, hearing mezcal chuckle darkly before doing it again and again and again.

any chance of air was robbed from manche, feeling his eyes start to flutter, lungs burning for relief. mezcal wasn't as merciful to allow manche that relief he wanted. he finally get him go, manche barely stopping himself from falling. before the destroyer could turn and attack, mezcal held his hands together; slamming his fist hard in the top of his back, enough force to send manche hard back to the ground in an instant, a massive crater destroying the land.

manche could only struggle to get up, sitting out any blood he could, shaky attempt to pull himself out. he only hardly recognized the sound of horrible laughter as mez landed behind him.

"is this it?! you were far more powerful a hundred years ago! I was actually scared to take you own, I thought that I would actually be destroyed but this?! it's pathetic!" mocking him, manche not listening at all. he needed to move. a hard stomp on his back stopped him, a deep growl from manche as he turned to look upwards at mezcal, the snow leopard looking back with a disappointed glare.

"it's that girls fault isn't it? you've always been too soft, too weak." mezcal growled the pressure increasing, manche letting out a pained squeak, looking back at mezcal.

"mezcal...listen to me-" suddenly manche was kicked away, sent flying far from him.

"theres nothing to listen to! the universe doesn't need weak destroyers! I'll kill you. I'll kill daiten. I'll annihilate that earth you love so much... I'll fix all of your mistakes!" laughing, manche tried to stop himself only to collide hard with some kinda rock. something was definitely broken, he couldn't move much anymore, despite his best efforts, blood was pouring out his nose, seeping from his mouth

blurry vision only catching sight of mezcals leg, the other had teleported again.

"mezcal, please..." pained voice speaking he couldnt comprehend, feeling everything he had worked for slipping away. "don't kill daiten, she's... please, don't..." pleas seemingly contemplated, mezcal not saying anything.

he crouches down, squatting low to the ground to get a good look at the old mans beaten form. suddenly, mezcal smiled. a smile way too warm to come from a monster like him.

"you really sound tired, old man! you should rest. you know how you get when you overwork yourself." manche had trouble comprehending what was being told to him. he wanted to find comfort in it, find comfort in a person who simply didnt exist, no matter how badly he wanted him to.

but it didnt exist. the sinister smirk that replaced mezcals feature, that misplaced hope crushed completely with a tucked palm held in front of manches face.

"hakai."

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10. Jawline Kiss

Finally, something he could do. Letting out what could almost seem as a sigh of relief. Well, it was obviously so. He didn't enjoy this too much did he? 

"... Give me a second."

With a rather sharp move he kissed at the profiler's jaw, just enough that it would be felt but not enough that Tsubasa would have felt it was too long. He could tel l that by of course when he actually felt uncomfortable. e wasn't enjoying this situation.