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With the King tucked safely away once again inside Lind’s body, the charmer was left with a familiar too full feeling. One too many souls in this body. Too much pressure, too much pain. Loose fabric of a silk robe falls haphazardly from Lind’s shoulders revealing scars or all sorts, remnants of scales, ink black markings all along his back that made up the seal that kept the king inside his prison. For once in a long time Lind was silent, hardly even allowing his breath to make a sound. It had been a long, long time since the King got that close to completely escaping. Lind felt numb, leaning up against the backboard of the bed that Naoki had gotten not long after he moved in. Above him a ceiling fan spun away, blowing cool air down at his face, making his bangs swish around. When he was knocked out by the King’s brief exit his body must have gone up in temperature.. it was the only reason Lind could think of for Naoki running the ceiling fan in this cold weather. The charmer was weak. He didn’t have it in him to even move to turn the damn thing off.
A sigh passed through slightly chapped lips and, reluctantly, Lind called out for his housemate to come into the room.
Over the past few days, Naoki had been ordered around, and eventually stopped letting himself be. A snake was an independent creature, naturally void of connections that wouldn't help sustain it. So it wasn't hard for him to just drop down and begin ignoring a certain someone. However, he kept in mind that this being was held within someone he thought to be about as important to him as they come. Someone who meant more to him than the usual person should, as the case was with most of his connections. Keeping that person alive was a duty he entrusted on himself, now that he was at least semi aware of the nature of the other's condition. The illness that plagued that seemingly strong figure, the instability he sensed. It was more than previously hypothesized. Today, however, he could feel the presence that had plagued the past week or two become suppressed. The coat of energy, dissipated slowly and it left the serpent breathless. Eyes widened behind illusion inducing lenses, the former writer having been caught off guard in the middle of making himself a cup of coffee. Highly trained ears honed in, focusing on hearing something, anything. He hadn't even realized he had stopped breathing, hadn't even realized it meant that much that he heard something, /anything/. Just the smallest sign...and there it was. The smallest crack of a voice, one he recognized instantaneously, and it was calling his name. Not even bothering to finish pouring the water into his mug, the reptile set down the kettle, wandering off in the direction of his bedroom. The cold hadn't been too noticeable, in fact, the A/C was on and the windows were open. Naoki figured he had to get accustomed, however--one look at Lind and he realized the cold wasn't all too inviting. Lips pursed into a thin line, reaching over and turning the ceiling fan off. Grey eyes scanned the paled figure, worry clear in cool colored irises. Carefully, Naoki climbed onto the covers, keeping his voice steady, " You scared me, you know. Do you need anything? "
reunion?
Never had Oliver expected his life to take such a turn like this, as shy and socially awkward of an individual he was, to suddenly become the leader of a gang, to suddenly hold so much responsibility for not only himself but others too, it was quite humorous when he thought about it. He was no longer a teenager, he was no longer burdened by the guilt of which ruled his past, no. He’d learnt to forget that, to bury his past deep within the depths of his mind, to move on was the key. And now? Oliver was faced with a whole new challenge altogether, one in which he’d need more help then what was usually required, especially if he was going to maintain the safety of not only himself, but his gang too.
Impatiently Oliver tapped at the messy desk with a pen, he hated to be seated behind such a thing, alas his base wasn’t exactly the tidiest of bases, but most certainly it was kept well hidden, it’d have to do for now. How long had he been sitting here exactly? Not long enough to quicken one’s temper, one cerulean and one teal eye glanced up eventually at the creak of the door, his friend entering, accompanied by..
….Haven’t we met before?
He’d ignore the small greeting, his eyes dead set upon the supposedly ‘Assassin’ that he’d hired, but wasn’t that..
Naoki?
A small gulp. He wasn’t expecting to ever come across the Snake again. The one person of whom had regained his hope in mankind, along with the ability to hear again. If there was one thing Oliver was good at back then, it was to conceal himself and shut himself away from anyone, and he’d done so for how many years now? He didn’t want to burden Naoki anymore, but most importantly.. he didn’t want to see Naoki change. He didn’t want to see any of his friends change. How hypocritical.
"—It’s a pleasure." He’d keep to formalities for now, after all, there was a chance that Naoki wouldn’t even remember him. A thousand questions would still course through one’s mind, however. Naoki.. what have you become..
' Keep in mind, this group is well off. The point is to get on their good side, as is to ensure we get paid for our services. Remember, be courteous. It isn't often you have to go and do something for another group is it? And the pay is good, got it? Give them a job that will make them come back to us for more work, whatever the cost may be, ' The voice said over the headphones that adorned the serpent's head, ' Aurum, don't fail, ' Oh, Naoki wouldn't. It had been programmed into him not to fail at this point. Most of what he did had to be flawless, especially when there was a crowd watching. Give them a show, express just how talented he was at what he was meant to do. Show them what a trained weapon could do. Once he made it to the building, Naoki was greeted by guards much burlier than he was. It was almost surreal to him, after all, it was like he was dealing with a mafia family rather than a smaller gang. Still, he didn't let it discourage him, considering that all he'd done up to this point was much worse than anything these people could throw at him. A snake surrounded by a bunch of humans, and again, if it wasn't for the fact that the men weren't clad in some business suits he would have thought they were beyond official. Quickly, he was lead down one of the hallways and into a smaller compartment, it looked run down, sure--but it was nicer than some of the other gigs Naoki had been asked to do. Definitely nicer than the other ones where he had to do certain things he swore to himself he'd never bring up in the history of /ever/. After all, that was then, and this was now and he'd be damned if he let himself get soft this far into the game. More than damned, more than he was already just by being a demon. However, whatever thoughts he may have had previously were washed away when he saw just who he was dealing with. At that point, the snake was lucky that his hair covered his eyes, or else he would have to explain why he seemed so surprised to see the person in question. Now wasn't the time to freeze up regardless. Taking in a deep breath, the snake stood in his too straight posture, arms placed behind him as he watched the familiar man take a few steps around the table, listening in as he was introduced by their goons. Again, he was happy that his eyes were hidden by a veil of black locks, otherwise explaining why he was rolling his eyes would be a part of the introduction. Once they were done, the serpent took a few steps forward, ignoring how familiar the scent wafting around this man was. Ignoring how much they made the snake find emotions he thought were beaten out of him at this point. He couldn't let that hold him back though, Naoki had a job to do after all. So taking the opportunity given to him, the reptile gave the younger man a rather callous smile before bowing courteously for a few short moments, then extending his hand over, " If there's something you need me to do, anything, just be sure to tell me. You'll find no one gets the job done faster, and more efficiently, than I do, " The assassin assured, a single grey eye appearing as he tilted his head, keeping the ' pleasant ' smile on his features.
this is wher e i'll be a lot beca use i need to give this muse a longer break than i thought i also wanna s ee what i can do with him so i made a self insert to keep me occupied with nothing
I am almost done with self insert
that's it i'm making a self insert
I'm trying to make a playlist on my phone first and the first problem I run into is that I can't organize songs to save my life.
wat is writing and how does it work
[ AU ]: Assassin! || [ Drabble ]: For your sake and my own
[ Drabble ] Title: For your sake and my own Verse: Assassin!AU Characters: Naoki, Lind Dynamic: Just what would happen if I abandoned you--and just what would you make of the reason /why/.
adspirare said: ” …Where have you been, ” Ignore the fact that he sounds like his throat is suffering because it is.
"…Places." Meaning he’s been a hermit, an unfortunate phase of his. But he’s quick to notice more important things. "…Your voice.. are you okay?"
" Oliver, look at me, " He's still going to ignore the previous question, after all, it's just a short lived illness and who knows how he got it, " Just a bug--but still. Where have you been? "
A[pathetic] Stance ||- grammarcipher
Memory was a faulty thing; he knew that to be true, though the excuse itself seemed inapplicable in the current situation. No matter how biased he had been before, the man standing before him was not the vibrant individual Elliot remembered him to be. Physically, there were little to no changes, but one look at the hardened gaze and there was no denying that Naoki had changed, as well. Gone were the days where the snake showered him with flowers, where the two nuzzled their noses together, where they shared in their laughter. A pity, that he held no remorse at the realization. Or, at least, he thought he didn’t. But something tugged at his heart, a sharp, cringe-inducing pain. It was gone as soon as it came, though, leaving him with a suffocating hollowness. Perhaps some part of him wanted to be missed. The desire was crushed with everything else he’d lost, though, dismissed as a false alarm. “This is my territory.” He canted his head, wanting to play the statement off as a joke, though his tone remained as emotionless as he felt. Years of uncaring would take time to unravel. “Not that I mind, but if you’d rather not have me interfere with your work—well, I need to know.” The assassin took note of the cellphone and conversation from afar, and it didn’t take much thought to interpret what occupation other had weaved into. It would explain the drastic change in demeanor. “Nice seeing you too.” Excellent liar he was, if only he had the cheery air to accompany his words. But he made an effort to seem amiable, pulling his hands from his pockets to lift his arm in a half-hearted wave. He made no move to stop the other from leaving, and did the same, turning on his heel to head in the opposite direction, back to the home he didn’t rejoice in returning to. There was little to smile about, nowadays. A few hours had passed when Elliot arrived in front of the motel, following the directions from earlier. His visit was pointless, only another measure to break away at his abundance of free time, to entertain himself while he stalled having to report to Mason. While Elliot no longer held resentment towards his job, he felt no need to rush getting a new set of assignments, especially after he just finished his ridiculous workload. He could give himself a moment to breathe, to relax. And what better way to do so than to see an old friend, even if they probably didn’t consider each other more than past acquaintances by now. With a box covered in decorative wrapping (cartoon depictions snakes littered across the shiny paper) in his hand, he bounded for the first door, about to kick it open when he remembered that manners were exerted when there was no need to fight. He needed to turn off his offensive mindset. Elliot raised his hand to gently rap against the surface, rusty in the unfamiliar movements. He’d considered coming empty-handed, but during the early stages of his two-year leave, he had been so optimistic in returning, with only his friends in mind. He intended to come back with smiles, apologies, and presents to make up for not warning anyone of his departure. Now, he only fulfilled one of those requirements, and only because he had purchased something beforehand. It would be useless, lying around in his apartment room. The box was hidden behind his back after a moment’s thought. He vaguely recalled that surprises were welcome, at least in regards to giving presents. “Kiki, it’s me.” He called, raising his voice above his habitual murmur to be heard over the barrier of the door. The attempt to sound remotely happy failed. “If I’m not intruding, I’d like to come in.”
Once he got to the rather sleezy motel, Naoki made his way toward the first door. Fishing through his pockets for the small card, he propped the door open, taking in a deep sigh. The weapon would have felt comfortable if it wasn't for his miscalculation in turning on his phone, only to have a slight vibration alert him to someone attempting to reach him. Without a single verbal complain, the serpent took the call, using his headphones once again to answer, " I thought I told you I'd be off for the rest of the night... " ' I know you said that, but here's the thing. I just got word that you might have run into some extra opposition. Don't ever engage, alright? Not because of your safety, but because of something I'm working on that might or might not be ready by tomorrow. Anyway, just make sure you come in at the usual hour, I'll have some food for you here if you want any, ' By /food/, as always, his higher up meant doughnuts and coffee. Not that he minded those at this point, considering his diet consisted of whatever he could get his hands on, ' Oh, Aurum. Just watch your back, I still need you. ' Without another word, the snake lowered himself onto the small bed, inhaling the cheap motel scent as though he couldn't breathe in anything else. It wasn't like he could sleep easily anymore, considering that every time he did, nightmares ravaged his mind, destroying whatever safety he found in his solitude. Reminding him of what he was, what he would always be. As though his mind fought against what had been done, and what he still did to his body. How many times it had been ripped apart, limbs torn, how many wounds he had to go through for the sake of becoming what the was now. The perfect weapon, the perfect snake, the perfect /predator/. A king among those he had now. Among those he abandoned for the sake of fulfilling a promise, a duty he felt he had to fulfill. To pay back a debt, that's all it was--and it was a debt that could never be repaid. He'd become a force among those who knew him, an entity to be feared. Though he was just a demon and nothing more, a serpent bred for bloodshed and misery. Feared once again for what he could give without mercy. It took a while, but it worked. All that training, all that horrifying pain, all the tears and agony he had to go through to achieve what he had now. It was worth it. Wasn't it? It didn't take long for Naoki to register the knocking at the door, unaware that he'd been resting that long. Prying himself off the bed, he tugged his weighted coat off, tossing it onto the covers and removing the knives on strips he had attached to bands around his arms. Nothing but an sleeveless undershirt, the bands around his arms and neck, the jeans and boots he wore from the night before, they were all that decorated his body for now. He wouldn't have taken off the sweater if it wasn't for the fact he heard the familiar nickname come from beyond the wood. ' Kiki ', the name he hadn't heard in so long it almost sounded foreign to him. Almost as foreign as the male he saw in the mirror after showers. In response, Naoki called out, scratching aimlessly at his arms, " I'm coming in a sec--, " Once he was done making sure he looked about as normal as he could get at this point, the unruly haired demon made his way to the door, propping the door open and leaning slightly against the frame, eyeing the other from under black locks, " Feel free to come on in, ain't much to see though--kinda surprised you're here. "
A[pathetic] Stance ||- grammarcipher
Sharp ears picked up on the noise, the familiar signs of a fight. Elliot let out a sigh, finishing off the rest of his pastry before pushing himself to his feet. He brushed aside the crumbs that littered his face, crinkling his eyebrows in distaste. Moments after his return, and the area was already seeing trouble. The city had little change in his two year absence. There was no hurry in returning to his most likely dust-cased apartment, so the brunet walked off in the direction of the racket, a spark of curiosity fueling his investigation. The box of muffins was left behind, much to his disappointment; he’d really wanted to finish the rest, but that could wait. Navigating through the streets took more effort and time than he anticipated. The once familiar routes were now hazy at best, time wearing away at the buried memories. There was no denying that his arrival at the scene was belated, hindered by the hesitant turning and walking down paths. Any participants in the scuffle had fled, a discarded gun being the only evidence of what had unfolded. The stoic features of his face shifted, contorting in rage at the sight of the weapon, a distant but powerful memory triggering the flare of emotion. To think, he was once afraid of such a thing. Overcome with the flood of anger, something he’d nearly forgotten with his happiness, the brunet picked up the gun and hurled it into the nearest wall. Disappointing, that the weapon didn’t shatter from the impact, but the action was enough to quell the flames of his wrath. Extinguished once more, the scowl of his lips flattened into a thin line. He hooked his thumbs into the pocket of his jeans, turned on his heel, and left. There was no point in sticking around if the violence had been settled already. Muddy hues latched onto a distant silhouette, an outline that stirred something within him. Elliot sped up his pace, ridiculously determined to identify the individual. There, something igniting in his chest, an old, lingering emotion he thought had died. Closing the distance gave him a clearer image of the mystery male. But the scarf wrapped around the other’s neck was what triggered his reminiscing. Bits of old conversations and broken up images of past shenanigans, they trickled in as if a dam in his mind was breaking. Ancient was exaggerating, but the fond memories seemed archaic to him, detached from his life. He should have been elated. At least, two years ago, he would have been when seeing such a dear friend after being separated for so long. But there was no such burst of ebullience, only acknowledgement in finding someone he was once acquainted with. Surely, his sixteen-year old self would have been devastated at such an aloof reaction. Feet ceased in their advance, the assassin taking in a gentle breath before calling out. “Nao…ki.” The name was uttered with hesitance, unsure whether he had matched the correct one with the male before him. “I see you’re still alive.” The phrase was meant to mimic an attempt at asking for the other’s health, but the years had worn away at his ability to socialize, and the insipid tone sounded more sarcastic than anything. And he held no concern for the other’s health. Something of the snake’s presence spurred him to make a connection with the scene he’d stumbled upon earlier. Curiosity flickered over his expression, a brief change in facial features with the slight raise of his eyebrows. “Were you responsible for that fight earlier?”
' You managed to get rid of them with ease, Aurum...I shouldn't expect any less from you, but don't you think the show was more or less unnecessary? I'm sure more than one person may have woken up. That could cause problems and you know that, ' Came the voice on his headphones, the serpent letting out a grunt in response. Not that it mattered to him, his job was done and that was all that concerned him, ' Well...at least you took care of them. What was it that you said this was...mediocre clean up? ' The following line was uttered with a laugh, to which the dark haired male sighed, shaking his head. " You talk way too much..., " He muttered with distaste lingering on his tongue, " I'm off for the rest of the night, alright? I need rest too. Humans aren't the only things out there that need some good night's sleep, " Naoki stated, in a way that said he was going to take the rest of the night off /anyway/ and no one in their right mind would do anything to stop him. The voice on the other line only let out a chuckle, ' Fine...make sure to come over tomorrow and pick up the next assignment, we've got a little trouble. ' Shutting off his phone for the rest of the night, Naoki let out an exasperated breath, appearing almost relieved. In fact, he was about to reach and turn on his music before his senses picked up on the foreign scent that wafted over. Far too close for his tastes, /far/ too damn close. Knee jerk reaction took over his following movements, the writer turned assassin almost whipping out one of the many hidden knives he held before taking note of just who was behind him. Dulled grey eyes landed on the figure, a somewhat taller one, but familiar all the same. It took him a while to register it, and in fact, the calling of his name flew over his head. It wasn't that that helped him recognize this age old companion, but the familiar smell that accompanied them. It was sad, in his mind. If it had been two years ago, he would have rejoiced. He would have asked where the other had been, happy, completely elated that they were alive and well. Now though? Now, he really didn't care one way or another. " Just barely I would say, " He commented in response, lack of interest clear in his expression. All he wanted to do was go, get to a nearby motel and cash in and just lay there the rest of the night. Instead, he finds himself entertaining those he vaguely gives a damn about. Two years ago, he probably wouldn't have thought twice about getting a chance to talk to this man...but times changed. And when Elliot disappeared without a word, it was figured that Naoki was best moving on with his life and he eventually ended up the way he was now. Not that it was going to be brought up. Upon the following question being asked, the snake merely dismissed it with a shrug, unwilling to talk about his personal business--or any business whatsoever, " Does it really matter? " The demon shook his head, feigning interest and failing at it, " Listen...I'm really beat--so I'm gonna go. You wanna find me when I don't feel like shit you do that. I'll be at the motel about four blocks from here. Great catching up, I guess, " The hired gun gave a brief wave, before turning away, hurrying to get back and get at least a decent few hours before the next array of assignments--whatever it was that they were.
{ℓℴℓ - -✄- - “Pah, boring questions! Can you really not think of anything more creative than that? Obviously I got here through the entrance, and obviously I’m here because I want to!” This particular stranger can’t say he really cares.
" If you were much more interesting and creative then I would gladly give you that in return, however since you're not my particular flavor I can only react accordingly, " How gross, first thermos choking, then an attitude, " Anyway, since you're here...want some coffee? Or something that doesn't require much effort? "
A[pathetic] Stance ||- grammarcipher
Mason handed him a list, one that resembled a novel in thickness, and told him not to come back until all the criminals were properly disposed of. His boss finally snapped, incapable of thinking coherently, it seemed. No matter what Elliot said and pleaded, the order was final. The employee could do little but reluctantly gather his belongings and head towards the first target. He wouldn’t be seeing any of his friends for a very long time. No contacting anyone, Mason had said. The two years spent away from home changed Elliot more than he’d realized. Even as he sat at the front steps of his nostalgic apartment complex, he felt no urge to smile, no joy in returning. His features remained stony, withdrawn, almost an unrecognizable version of his younger bubbly self.
Sluggishly, he reached into the box beside him to retrieve a chocolate muffin. The pastry was lifted to his face before he took a generous bite, face still pulled into an aloof expression. The assassin’s sweet tooth didn’t disappear, it seemed.
Two years, and the world seemed to change. The cities becoming darker, as though they had lost their illumination. Naoki, being the will of the world, lost that illumination as well. Lost that desire. These days, he decided to put his abilities to use, to do something that seemed to be worthwhile despite it being against what the serpent believed once upon a time. For the time being, he was taking a break, perched at the top of a nearby building. Headphones plugged up his ears, wind twisting the edges of black locks as he watched over the city. Hired gun or not, he retained his love for the night hours. Relishing in a cool air that brushed against skin that failed to heat itself up. It didn't take long for a different sound to replace the music released from the device, instead taking up host to the one giving him orders. Grey eyes turned to his phone, tapping at the piece of technology, switching from the music to the incoming call. Nothing much, just taking care of a few thugs that seemed to be taking up host in territory that wasn't their's. Standing at his full height, the snake jumped off the edge of the building, landing on the concrete below with ease before making his way down the black covered walkways. Clad in a grey coat, black boots and jeans decorating his lower body, trademark scarf as always, he didn't look too different. Aside from the coolness that plagued a once warm gaze, he looked unchanged. Except that what lay under was much different. Something unrecognizable. It didn't take long for the reptile turned human to find those he was asked to find, ending up in a neighborhood he could only deem as familiar. Pushing away the feelings of deja vu, Naoki marched forward, gloved hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he made his way closer to his targets. Snarl curling onto his lips, eyes illuminated in distaste, going as far as getting ready to remove one of his newly beloved weapons from the hidden pockets before he was slammed with another set of emotions. In the dark, he couldn't tell, he could only pinpoint the men he was supposed to dispose of. The men who now had him in their sights. Despite his guise being uncovered, he was still going to move forward. It wasn't like anything was going to stop him. Lunging forward, he motioned to kick one of the more cowardly of the bunch into one of the nearby buildings, tremendous force applied to the attack. No use in leaving them all dead, then who would run crying? After all, they had all been warned, and it was Naoki's job to enforce it. Thugs were all the same, everyone was the same. With ease, he gave chase to the other two, eyes locking on a gun held in one of the target's hands. Hissing loudly, he increased speed, slamming into the armed creature, propelling them both into the ground while making a grab for the bullet holding weapon, using it to aim for the last remaining coward's leg. The hired gun let out a menacing growl, shoving the weaker creature's face into the pavement, using the groan to register that they were indeed alive. Voice dripping in a hostile tone, he spoke, " Don't come back here...and let your superiors know /who/ did this, " The demon concluded, tossing the unneeded gun elsewhere, making his way back into the deeper areas of the city. Just another day after all.
“What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.” — Anne Lamott
I’m pretty sure this is what Heaven looks like.
Holy mother of all that is beautiful…
This looks like porn to me. I mean, i think i’m a little turned on.
Puts thermos on the floor--then moves it to a bench. Then to a tree branch, " ...I still don't know what to do with it. "
{ℓℴℓ - -✄- - “I meant that you can keep your mouth open and then I’ll shove it down your throat.~” Ignoring the fact that you’re supposed to eat the soup without the thermos included.
" Well...I'm sure I wouldn't need your help to do that; might I ask how you got here and why you're here? " He's not as nice as he used to be, so this particular stranger is out of luck.