#vixxcifer

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

He’s not sure how to answer this. Surely it would depend on the person that was dying, because he had such a different relationship with each person. “Hmm. Well who is dying? I suppose if it were a kindred spirit we’d spend the last day on the sea, fishing and sailing, and heading out into the great adventure of death. If it were the person I love now, well.. he doesn’t particularly like the sea, so instead we would spend the time creating havoc, hunting and feeding and making love, and then I would take him to the largest library I could find, because I think that might be where he’d like to die. Surrounded by the knowledge of thousands of years and many more minds than I could ever comprehend.”

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

“I might make that Tremere bitch admit that the Tremere clan are beneath the Assamite clan. Though that might be a waste if I had anything. Perhaps I’d make Lucifer give me what Crowley promised...before his untimely passing.”

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

My muse(s): Lusine

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

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Classic Books Ask Meme (x) 

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: How do you deal with homesickness?

His lips pursed into a tight line, the question having struck a sensitive chord. “Often, when I miss my true home in Japan, I make sure to locate a silent area and press my nose to my starball..” The fox paused for a short moment to string together his thoughts into a coherent sentence and to prevent himself from becoming too emotional. “I then revisit some memories stored within there.” 

And Then There Were None: What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done and gotten away with?

Lucifer entered her room to see the fox lying down in her bed. Or more exactly being all over it, rolling from one side to another - chasing the demons only kitsunes could see and in consequence sheding giant balls of fur everywhere. Every now and then it would let out a loud cry or bark at something invisible.

Normally, she would pay no attention to this odd behaviour, giving the fox some space so it could let all its feelings out, but she was worn out. All she wanted was to lay down with a book in her hands and relax.

In some weird impulse, instead of any languages the fox would understand, she chose Slavic one. She hissed at the kitsune, not even trying to mince her words. “Zabieraj stąd swój zapchlony ogon i spierdalaj do swoich. Zobacz, co żeś zrobiła. Brakuje tylko, żebyś wszystko inne usyfiła błotem.“

The tragedy of her past blighted her mind, stripping her of logic and leaving her an impulsive wreck. The visions were no stranger to the fox and came time and time again, replaying her worst memory and reminding her of how she could not save her family from their untimely demise. It often distorted her sense of reality for a short while. 

Snapping jaws and flailing legs responded to the past Kurara was reliving - more specifically, spotting the men atop the metal machines. In this dream, however, events seemed to differ from the real outcome. 

Blood flowed along her tongue, coating her mouth with the crimson liquid and staining her fur. She had her fangs clamped around the throat of a man, only sinking them in deeper with each movement he made until they died out altogether. It was when he was completely still that she released his neck, having absorbed all of the essence from his body, leaving him a shriveled shell of what he once was. If an aggressive voice did not speak from beyond the forest, Kurara would have continued to vanquish the remaining men before they had the chance to massacre her family, but the angry voice dragged her out from her imagination. 

    ϟ —  ❝So.❞     Han glances between the man before him and the invisible watch he is currently not wearing around  his wrist.       ❝I know you have this whole dark, and broody fallen angel, ruler of hell thing going on,❞ he speaks, voice more rapid than usual,  ❝but I sort of have a date in about fifteen, so can we wrap this up quickly?❞     The speedster’s lips quirk pleasantly,  ❝because, you know. Quick is kind of my thing.❞

      Was he trying not to laugh at the other’s current appearance? Well, at least he was trying, before totally bursting into laughter right in front of him, covering the lips with his hands.