#thewickedmuses

❣ ― "Ah, good evening, Sir." Kenta smiled friendly at the other male, offering him a seat at the bar. "What can I do for you ?"

O-okay I'll try- ! (andwecouldrpthenehehehe-hit-)

what a pain having to look for something that was totally in hands of a stranger, that shard was so pretty he wanted to destroy it so much. 

   "I don't think I'll let you anywhere near my kitchen."    This is his way of saying the application was accepted.

          "So what... gonna actually be productive or no?" 

   There, it's finished. A beautiful floral pattern    graffitied on the palace walls. He hopes the    female guards actually find this one pleasing    before they clean it off. Teagan stands silent    and proud, hands dirtied by paint and debris    as he marvels at his masterpiece. Or should he    say Chai's masterpiece? It's her design, after all.    Whatever, the specifics don't matter. This would    be a lot more fun, though, if he had a partner in    crime. Or someone to blame if he gets caught.    That works too.

Kai opened his eyes after a little while, noticing that Marié's heartbeat had stopped. He let go of her, causing her body to slip down on the ground. A hard thud was heard when she hit the ground, but there was no blood. Kai had drank it all. He looked down at the body, smirking as he wiped at his lips. Removing the remaining red hot liquid. ''That she actually thought I loved her, how sad.'' He went on his knees, observing her body from a different distance. ''But I must say that she has a beautyful body. Well.. had.'' Kai laughed at that before standing up again, throwing his jacket over his shoulder as he was heading towards the end of the alley.

She knew this would happen one day. She had loved him since the first time she had laid her eyes on him. And although it was not normal for a demi-god and a mere human to fall in love with each other she loved this man with all her heart and she protected him when needed, loved him and even changed her appearance for her, making it seem as if she too slowly aged. But he died way too young. This was not what she had hoped for and as she knelt down besides her love, tears streaming down her face tightly holding upon his hand as if it would let his weak heart beat faster again. She could just hear his heartbeat going slower by the second and she prayed to the gods. The real gods. “Please I beg of you. Don't let him leave me this soon” she said, holding his hand against her forehead, unknowingly casting a curse upon the both of them. The gods have heard her prayed and because she was their child they listened and granted her her wish. They would let the poor soul be reborn every time he died until she would die herself. But his memories would be left behind with each body. So that did not mean he would remember her or even love her back. But this she did not yet know. She just kept praying and praying and praying staying besides him until he would die. “I love you so much” she sniffed eventually as her tears would not stop from leaving her eyes, she was not even trying anymore. “I don't know what I would do without you” she said softly not sure if he could hear her. She knew this day would come. But not this soon.