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Envy ; The Joyless Sin Semi-Private   |  Selective

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Richard Armitage as a Fallen Angel Aesthetic

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     IF ANYONE ASKS, YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF ME…

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[supcrbia-blog]

   The gesture sends Percy’s previous train of thought to a screeching halt – that is, his hang-ups over his own appearance compared to Emory’s, how well the other aged, while he (in his own mind) aged less gracefully. Those self-conscious thoughts have stopped, and are quickly replaced by nothing other than the contact of Emory’s hand on his thigh.

   Percy’s entire demeanor transforms; he’s doelike, staring curiously, pouting lips parted, at Emory. It’s only now that he realizes just how much he likes the man’s eyes on him; remember how wanted they used to make him feel, particularly on nights when it seemed the rest of world couldn’t care less.

   That hasn’t changed.

   Percy can’t find an immediate response, even when he has all of two choices: a yes or a no. Eventually, though, he shakes his head. His voice takes a moment to catch up.

   “… No. No, I don’t think it does.”

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Blue eyes gaze intently at his guest, Emory watching with drunken fascination as Percy's entire manner changed at just the touch the touch of his hand. The entire transformation was captivating, the brunet finding the other's docile expression all too familiar alongside the noticeable pause in their reply. He was drawn, naturally, to parted lips-- the fingers of his free hand twitching impulsively as he again longed to reach out and touch his former lover's skin. It was almost torturous, being this close yet still so distant no matter how he much he had hinted at his growing attraction.            ❝    That's good.    ❞ Came his voice in an altogether light, breathy tone; his question itself for the most part forgotten in the moments that had passed. Percy's answer was favorable enough to cut through his hesitation, the question as to if this was really something he should be doing pushed to the wayside even before the hand that currently rested on his ex's thigh impulsively found itself there. Emory hardly cared if the older male expected it or not, the way steady form moved to close the already small space between himself and the other's willowy figure. Thin, slightly chapped lips met Percy's own with little timidity, straight nose brushing against the other's cheek as his head tilted-- the scent ( and taste ) of wine equally as heavy on the lawyer's senses as the sensation of the other's warm against his mouth.

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     @supcrbia​   |   sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ

           ❝     I still don't like the idea of you being out that late by yourself.     ❞ The brunet once again argued, tone of voice verging on obvious apprehension despite his forthright emphasis. His concern, though now partly masked by a growing frustration, was valid enough following what originally was just a string of nights where his partner arrived home in the wee hours of morning. However, his worry was coupled with the fact that the other male had already been involved in what Emory at the time could only assume to be some kind of repeat altercation-- bruises didn't just tend to happen on their own, after all. The lack of communication regarding the situation was equally concerning, he could understand the other's want to not speak of it but it wasn't as though avoiding it altogether would actually make it go away.            ❝     What if something serious happened to you? That you couldn't                   just walk away from when it was over?     ❞

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  @paridaemon  |  sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ

Muscular form paced thoughtfully in front of his all but captive audience, the brunet's hands intertwined behind his back as he considered a line of questioning that had been somewhat bothering him since his rise to supremacy.            ❝     Explain to me, exactly, how someone who claims to be so against                   the actions of their parents could sit so idly by while the rest of their                   populace suffered for it?     ❞ Evander inquired, turning on his heel to peer quizzically at the royal. He was interested in the other male's answer, naturally, even if it was something altogether defiant as usual.            ❝     It certainly isn't unheard of for rulers to be overthrown by their                   successors when deemed unfit, especially when they're as equally                   detested. You and your sibling had ample opportunity, though neither                   of you seemed willing to grasp it despite obvious support.     ❞

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The human skin can be a hard thing to live in

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    @sauxders   |   sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ

It could be said that, for the brunet, every new face in town was a potential opportunity-- Emory aware enough to know that the majority of 'visitors' to his dull, lifeless childhood home were typically only there for one thing nowadays. Which is why, when considering the overall 'attractions' and how they typically ended up, he tended to make it his business to introduce himself to those who could easily become future clients. He hated it, of course, the whole matter evoking an overall slimy feeling when compared to his prior work experience with people who were more or less in the wrong place at the wrong time. But still, the money tended to be good when his clients actually paid up.            ❝     You're new, right?     ❞ Because that totally wasn't a creepy observation, even if you for a fact knew a good ninety percent of the population by looks alone. It also probably didn't help that the young mystery woman you just addressed was at least half your age.

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