MEANT TO DIE

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[blackdxg]

Francis has been moved to my multimuse.

[blackdxg]

gildedscripture‌.

Ah–he has a filthy mouth. Unexpected but unsurprising.

“Ulterior motives don’t suit me.” She says honestly, “I want to help because it fascinates me. There’s nothing you can offer me that I don’t already have.” Probably. But she’s not going to follow the tactics of her mother and try to squeeze something useful out of the boy, “Helping you is the same to me as completing a difficult puzzle.” Albeit with more real-life ramifications. 

A light hum–His eyes changed. Is his affliction affected by his mood? “More power and resources of course.” She figured that was obvious, but she forgets that not everyone grew up around such things, “The same reason you need an army and not an assassin to win battles.”

                                                             ✕  ✕ Furthest from aggressive, he’s near tempted to snap anyhow and bark a response, but he didn’t. Luckily. The more she explained the why, the more he could find it within himself to comprehend, at least to a certain extent. Sure, it wasn’t ideal━ to be compared to a puzzle ( although a difficult one. ) And yet, it didn’t offend him as it might’ve another. Just because his sadness runs through flesh and bone, doesn’t mean he’d be excused from being ignorant, self-centered, or an asshole in general. They weren’t friends either; Yami wasn’t expected to be so compassionate. 

Seemingly accepting of her answers, Francis once again turned his heed to nothing in particular. Aimlessly staring in front of him. Seeing the shapes of people walking by, but without actually seeing. “It’s internal, I think. Emotions. Thoughts. It gets worse if...” Silence befalls him. 

[lilsageart]

Ｗｉｌｌ　ｔｈｅ　ｃｌｏｕｄｓ　ｌｉｆｔ　ｍｙ　ｂｏｄｙ　ｆｒｏｍ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｐｌａｃｅ　ｃａｕｓｅ　Ｉ　ｄｏｎ＇ｔ　ｆｅｅｌ　ａｔ　ｈｏｍｅ？   雲がこの場所から私の体を持ち上げるのは私が家にいるように感じない原因になりますか？

[blackdxg]

                                               THE BLACK DOG

[blackdxg]

Lies, every time they ask me, I just tell em that I'm fine Try to hide my demons but they only multiply Keep me runnin' from the voices on repeat inside my mind ( Everybody fucking hates you )

I guess I never noticed, how it came creeping in My enemy emotion, but I can't sink or swim I say I'm feeling hopeless But no one's listening 

Breaking Down - I Prevail

[blackdxg]

❝ just a liiiittle longer— ❞ kayleen navigates francis to his valentine’s surprise, bouncing in every step she took. they walk down the city streets, to a spot with a special significance. as they arrive kayleen peels the blindfold back to reveal the café where they met. his favorite movie trailer playing and their favorite movie snacks on display. ❝ happy valentine’s day baby 💛 ❞

                                                             ✕  ✕Although unable to see, the black dog could sense his girlfriend’s enthusiasm through her guidance. It was contagious. Lips quirked and jokes being cracked ( e.g. potentially being kidnapped to be sold on the black market // lured to get his heart eaten out ) was a constant throughout the entirety of their walk, as was a sense of timidity. Upon being stopped, granted back his sight, the smile momentarily ebbs in silently absorbing the scene before him. 

                                                     Kayla’d done all this for him? 

Gleam arises again, but differently this time━ more honest, oozing of a tenderness reserved for only a few. “Thanks,” he spoke hushed whilst pulling her into his arms. Swaying some from side to side Francis hugged her closely, pausing only to press a hard yet quick kiss upon her lips. “Y’know I love you, right?” 

          “You brought color into my black and white life.”

[howlkxssed-deactivated20210705]

( blackdxg ) Palms are sweaty, knees weak, his arms are heavy; this is the first time in his adult life he'll be spending Valentine's Day /not/ non-stop groaning at all the lovey-dovey shit. ( Sure, he still does, but... less. ) In his cool clasps he holds a mostly yellow-tinged bouquet with marigolds in its center, a fancy-looking box balanced upon his lower arm, and a small equally fancy little paper bag decorated with a bow hung from his wrist. Inside was lingerie and perfume; all for Kayla.

the downside to her strong nose, is the ruined element of surprise. nonetheless, she was taken back at his visit to the diner. if anything, she expected a single rose or a yellow flower. she too takes part in avoiding anything too romantic. but what she’s learned while dating, is her anxiety going through the roof when it comes to picking the perfect present. 

      ❝ aw baby. you coulda just got me a rose ━ you’re a gift as is. ♡ ❞

kayleen’s gives him a kiss, despite the sense of underachievement hanging like a cloud. she just hopes he enjoys his present later that evening. 

[kaeveeoh]

91 Days || Avilio Bruno/Angelo Lagusa

[blackdxg]

gildedscripture‌.

Ah. Yami is all confrontation. She has no time to beat around bushes when there’s days to be seized.

She takes little note of his lack of family name (files it away for later), and returns his shake firmly. “Now, with that out of the way, what else would convince you that I am just the person to try and help you? Would you like to know the stars I was born under? My mother’s name? The Gods I have aligned myself to?” It’s not sarcasm, these are all important things to know, depending on what you’re after, but no one would blame him if he took it to be satirical. It’s so hard to tell with her straight face, “You’re shy of answering my questions again, so I can only assume you’d prefer an even playing field between us; very well, I will concede: ask your questions, if you have any.”

                                                             ✕  ✕ Aloof gaze shifted elsewhere. Anywhere that could serve as a distraction to the ever dauntless lady, who so easily penetrated the walls to his isolated, relatively safe ( but lonesome ) world. The questions suggested all sounded like mockery, but he wouldn’t bite back━ he couldn’t bite back. 

Francis looked to his bony fingers. Fidgeted more. “What’re you plannin’? With the shit I tell you.” A simple enough inquiry, he reckoned. Something he deserved knowing, or at least deserved to be able to cast her way. “If you can’t help, if I need some fuckin’ coven... Why?” Finally he tilted his head again, swept stray hairs from shielding his eyes... 

          Now tinged a drop of red.

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[blackdxg]

gildedscripture‌.

She allows her amusement to show on her face, just a hint of it, of course. The corner of her lips twitches upward, her hand rests against her cheek, 

“Does it matter?” A real question. Does knowing her name help him in any way? “Will knowing my name help ease you? Will it make us cease to be strangers?” If she comes off as condescending, she doesn’t mean it. Not on purpose. 

Her mother always told her she was too detached. Not human enough. She approaches serious matters with the logic of a machine.

Her hand reaches out, ready to shake if he’d like, “Yami Acarya.”

                                                             ✕  ✕ Francis wasn’t a confrontational person━ not really, not anymore. Raised amid the chaos of his mother’s deteriorating mind and imperious conceit, he’d become accustomed to silence. Oftentimes only half-listening to further avoid hostility. Once he’d have seethed quietly, abiding when he could be by himself before exploding. Nowadays he couldn’t even muster that. It was just too fucking tiresome, as it was this time, with this person he’s hardly known for longer than 10 maybe 20 minutes. 

Still, despite his exhaustion, he forced a thin-lipped smile as was the unwritten rule and took her hand within own cold touch to shake briefly. “Francisco or just Francis.” With introductions out of the way, awkward as it may, he didn’t continue to answer her questions... Purposely. Yet, there was no other attempt at steering the conversation elsewhere. Maybe because he simply didn’t know how. 

[blackdxg]

howlkissed‌.

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The rush of blood murmured within his ears as his black trousers seemed to tighten beneath the enticing meandering of her hips. This wasn’t their first dance, nor their last━ but no matter the times she taunted him like prodding a mad starving dog ( pun intended ), it made his jadedness snow before a very yellow sun. Teeth dug a little farther upon her comment before he jerked aback, again rumbling from behind lips, louder this time. Fervent honey-browns gazed down on her, his clasp on the back of her neck tightening. 

        “So we’re playin’ this fuckin’ game, huh?” 

Not awaiting her answer he hauled her by her ass into his arms. The bed was too far and his patience was, supposedly, wearing thin; the next best option was the dining table. Once he’d sat her down, he shoved her on her back, palm pressed on her throat, to hover over her stunning frame that could even drive the blind fucking wild. Angry as he may appear, he was being consumed by certain hunger. As she’d hoped for, he willingly played right into her hands, and yanked her top down enough to expose her breast. 

“This what you want, Kayla?,” he near growled, slipping his hand between her legs to press against her; only a tease of what was to come. Hair fell unruly before his eyes when he lowered himself to drag teeth across the soft flesh of her bosom. 

[blackdxg]

Chibify your muse!

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[howlsnteeth]

still I walk, sanctified