Kisses Jude and runs away
Shock preceded wit as gaze could only linger on the space that was left vacant after the queer man’s decamp.”Wh…What was that about?”

JBB: An Artblog!
No title available
almost home
Today's Document
Not today Justin

Kaledo Art
todays bird
Misplaced Lens Cap
Game of Thrones Daily

oozey mess
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
dirt enthusiast
occasionally subtle
🪼

blake kathryn

ellievsbear
i don't do bad sauce passes
RMH

if i look back, i am lost
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Romania
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Switzerland
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany

seen from Romania
@cxnsectatio-blog
Kisses Jude and runs away
Shock preceded wit as gaze could only linger on the space that was left vacant after the queer man’s decamp.”Wh…What was that about?”
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
1: Hot, Steamy kiss
2: Cheek Kiss
3: Nose Kiss
4: Forehead Kiss
5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
7: Romantic Kiss
8: Eyelid Kiss
9: Jawline Kiss
10: Neck Kiss
11: Collarbone Kiss
12: Chest Kiss
13: Stomach
14: Kiss Along the Hips
15: Kiss in the Rain
16: Upside-Down Kiss
17: Goofy Kiss
18: Underwater Kiss
19: Forceful Kiss
20: Any of the Above
21: Then there’s tongue
With a sheepish smile, Jude flipped his GHS down and made all haste in putting it away, as well as putting himself far away from that conversation he just had that Jude, doubtlessly, had heard both sides of —it wouldn’t be surprising with the sheer lack of volume control Nova seemed to bear. There would never be a getting away from her enthusiasm, that was for sure.
"You sure..?" He asked, the bartender reaching them with an inquisitive look. Ludger deliberated for a moment before ordering a napple juice and a beer —and before protestations could start, a slender finger would press against the researcher’s lips to silence him. "We’re celebrating. C’mon, just one won’t hurt, alright?"
And with negligence to adhere to his claim, the exquisite blend was placed on Ludger's tab. Fine brows slightly furrowed forward as lips, nonetheless, upraised into a weak smile against the finger's touch. His fellow do-gooder was undoubtedly munificent, so much so that it would discreetly inscribe it as a memory for Jude to remit the favor in due time. "I can't say anything if you're insisting on it. Thanks, Ludger." No pique was discerned in his words for there was truly none and never would he be thankless towards an exhibition of generosity. In fact, when the dictating finger vacated from his own soft, pink tinctured lips, only a lingering sensation would enact to plague a great portion of his contemplation.
He brightened up a little when Jude smiled at him, nodding in agreement, messaging quickly, Yes open spaces are essential.
The mute looked around with almost a sad look on his face before adding another message, I’ve always wanted to run a restaurant… He felt comfortable, where he could probably take over in the kitchen with no problems.
It did not occur as a surprise as he briefly recalled Ludger alluding to working at the station's cafeteria during their foremost encounter. But not only did their predicament condemned him into an utterly unreasonable debt, his job was terminated when hideous rumors wafted in Trigleph like a shroud of toxic fog. And irregardless of their testimonies, no one would consider an alleged terrorist's kin truthful. "I understand. I'm... sorry that all these have to fall on your shoulder. After everything is sorted out, I'll do whatever I can in helping you out."
Brother Dearest || Closed with cxnsectatio
Jude’s insistent questions dug deep into Ludger’s heart, ripping apart wounds in his soul that the agent tried his hardest to ignore every waking moment. Of course he knew of the atrocities Exodus effortlessly instructed their agents to execute: they were ready to kill a defenseless boy all those years ago, and the morals had become no better since. Why had he succumbed to eating the poisonous fruit of Exodus and allowed it to rot him to his core? To protect Jude. Always to protect Jude. Little else in the world mattered to Ludger than protecting his brother from the talons of Exodus, but it seemed that had all been fruitless: now he had that nuisance Svent following his every move, ready to sell them out at any moment.
The rage burning in that amber gaze only made Ludger falter for a moment, standing steadfast before the fury directed solely at him. He knew he was to blame for the intense anger boiling inside Jude, nothing like the smiling boy he once knew. But it was the lesser of two evils: better to be the bane of his brother’s existence than to be left with only a grave to weep at.
"If that’s your conviction then, you best put your heart into it Jude!" He couldn’t delay any further: he had tried to reason with the brawler, and any more coercion would be noticed as stalling for his fellow agents. Making his stance firm, a small cloud of dust sprung into the air from his heels as Ludger darted forward, his eyes homed in Jude as he prepared to elbow his brother in the gut: a quick and effective way to render the other unable to participate in the fight, and hopefully to give him breathing room to incapacitate the rest of his comrades. He just had to stop them from being able to follow him for a while, long enough to escape them, and he would not have to hurt the one person that mattered further.
Air was briefly knocked out of his system as his abdomen was struck by a hard elbow, coercing the brawler into a transitory state of stagger. No fatal consequences were sustained ( most believably to be an insinuation of his brother's mercy ) and stars gradually eased into a clearer vision of his surroundings.
Around him were his fellow chaperons besieged by Exodus minions and Ludger but had not yet suffered much from their handicap. His foremost impulse was to charge straight at his brother before his strategist component forgo the thought and assailed the weaker henchmen to gain edge over their aggressors. Dispatching those underlings were proven a mundane task in comparison to bracing one's self from one of Ludger's techniques, having at least two of his allies requiring immediate amelioration after each blow. Once all Exodus recruits were vanquished, their attention could pivot to their most formidable foe and slowly attempt to chip away at his energy. Amber orbs visibly pooled with intensity, an emotion only occasionally shown within his typical composure, as elbow pulled back to strike. ( He couldn't... he couldn't... ) Encountering his brother at long last hindered with his resolve as the child of himself would vehemently repudiated to harm Ludger -- the child whom despite having faded from time, still bequeathed a sentiment of yearning in its wake. His knuckles barely scraped against his brother's arm, scratching against his uniform enough to form a tear. As his equilibrium scale was briefly tipped, it divulged an agony scrawled across his face. Clenched teeth briefly parted to further disclose his rampant emotions whilst shoulders quaked out of unconstrained vexation.
"Damn it...!! Why does it have to be you?! Why must I fight you?!"
"Uh, kind of."
And the researcher’s head flicked around the bustling streets of Trigleph, searching for a familiar head of silver (and dyed black) hair —though perhaps that was for naught. It stood to reason that if there were copies of himself here, then there would be copies of the agent, too. How messy this was becoming very quickly. "I’m here with Ludger, though he was just reporting a job back to the board.." And.. now what..? "…Maybe we should move somewhere a little less public to continue this conversation.."
It was, presumably, for the betterment of their conversation to further itself if their dual-tinctured haired companion were not within their vicinity. Their were a plethora of matters to address and differing from Alvin's rationale, the ever empathetic researcher could not toil along with the magic words of 'the dimension is going to go poof anyway' in mind. At the very least -- if ignorance were preferred not to be bliss -- then his tongue would gladly take on the responsibility to do what was to be done. "I agree. We should probably find a quieter spot. How about the harbor? We should be able to find a spot where no one is at." Fingers grasped around the circumference of his wrist out of substandard habit as foot shifted slightly to bolster his weight.
Brother Dearest || Closed with cxnsectatio
Dammit, he didn’t want to fight his brother, but he had to make sure the operation was successful. If it wasn’t, Maxwell knows what his superiors would do to him. Or worse, what they would do to Jude. No, Ludger had to stall them as much as possible.
"You don’t know half of the things that Exodus does, and it’s best it stays that way. Now I advise you leave. Your allies are fine and the booster is still operational, so retreat while you can. You know Exodus aren’t lenient with their orders and I don’t want to hurt you Jude.” His tone was firm as he approached, nothing like how he spoke to the baby brother he once knew.
Ludger’s eyes were stern, filled with determination as he flashed his twin blades into their proper fighting hold. But within the teal eyes, it was clear to see that the agent was pleading his brother to just flee, before they had to come to blows. “I’m going to give you to the count of ten to begin your retreat, I’d advise you start moving before I finish.”
As he slowly began counting, Ludger internally sighed. At least the component would reach his superiors, and Jude wouldn’t get hurt too badly should it come to it. He could never hurt the brother he had cared about for so long, and should the necessity arise, Ludger would admit defeat and allow Jude and his companions to tail his fellow agents. If his subordinates had any sense, they would been long gone by that point.
"You sound like you knew more of the atrocious deeds they did! Why, brother? Why are you persisting in abiding by their ways?!" Desperate cries of his would resolve little of their conflict and that, Jude held wit for. Yet reluctant was he to abandon his closest kin within the depths of immorality. In spite of their sundered years, his entirety would not grant him the privilege of rectifying their predicaments callously. Doing such would be against his desire, against his utter fondness for his brother that endured their gaping distance. Howbeit amber optics shrouded in anger, in incredulity at the older brother he portrayed himself as at the present moment. Heart would not accept such bile facade and would steel itself to fish Ludger from the murky dens. As the fellow presence had always, without fail, instilled principles in his growth -- he shall, as well, speak till his voice grown hoarse. "I don't want to fight you but if I must -- I will. Even if you are as you are now... I still... regard you as my brother. And that's why... I can't allow you to add up more crimes onto your shoulders. I will not only save my friend but I will also bring you back to Leronde!" And his resolution would hear naught of any diversion. Despite the numbing pains scratching viciously at his soul ( those of imparted by the departure of his one and only intimate kin ), he would therefore test his own limits.
Despite his inebriated state, Ludger could tell that he had hit a sore spot with the other yet he kept his gaze fixated on him. Blue-green hues blinked as he heard the words that left Jude’s tiers. It was time for him to be bold and voice his concern for this was not how the scholar usually was around him.
And it concerned the former agent that he had screwed something up between the pair of them. He hoped he hadn’t but there was a possibility that he did which led to his decision to say something important.
"The way you are right now," he replied, stating the obvious truth and he attempted to make it clear that he felt something for Jude yet he hadn’t thought about it until today. Their close proximity increased the skin pigment in his cheeks to shift from his natural skin tone to that of a red blush.
He wasn’t going to let the other go and he couldn’t if he tried, he realised that when he was having time alone to think about the matters of the heart. And his decision was finalised but how to say it to Jude? That had him puzzled and he didn’t want to destroy the possibility of having something more with him.
"And what of it?" The utterance of his spite was conspicuously done. No formerly altruism was bequeathed in wake of their last flickering hours. Seething anger overwhelmed his visage for impatience was abundant in heed of his crush's apparent nonchalance towards his brewed affections. As it tainted in furtherance, it does -- too -- manifest in a superior form of sick temptation that even he, himself, felt bile on his tongue. Yet forbearance was graced forth to only hear his beloved speak, to relish in the voice that could tick away at his compassion and warped it into his favor. In regardless of Ludger's priory performance ( oh indeed had it imparted scathing burn ), his itch was simply too unbearable to turn on soles and saunter off. And he would not confer such pleasure, such privilege to his object of endearment. And amber orbs would briefly glimmer in purple luster as only virulent scheming would brim his mind with its endless puerile mischief. A step was, thus far, taken... and another... and another... till their chest was all touching in shorting of personal space. His lips would part, to mutter in a tone of uttermost sinister and ardor. "Even if you have a thing against it. Don't forget -- it's all your fault, Ludger Will Kresnik..."
R O L E P L A Y C H A R A C T E R S T A T S S H E E T
Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information.
Hover underlined ‘links’ for better explanations, should you need them.
Pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.
Tagged by: fractureddestroyer
Face claim:
Name: Jude Mathis Age: 16 Gender: Male Nationality: Reize Maxian Birthplace: Leronde Birthday: February 19 (Headcanon) Sun Sign: Aquarius--Pisces cusp (Headcanon) Residence: Trigleph apartment ( Headcanon ) Marital Status: Single. Alignment: Neutral Good
» L I K E S
Drink: Milk Food: Tofu Miso Soup Day or Night: Night Snacks: Fruits Song: Hana no Atosaki Quote: “It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.” -- Aristotle Onassis Historical Character: Lots Pet: -- Book: ‘Frankenstein’ Colour: White Flower: Morning Glory Sexuality: Pansexual
» L O O K S
Body type: Toned Eye colour: Amber Hair colour: Black Body reference: Reference Beauty Scale: 8/10
» T A G G I N G @anyone who hasn't done it yet
Source
Chow Time!!! art by 封宝
Ludger pulled his GHS out from his pocket, eager to see the moment that cash transferred, and when it did he would stand from his seat, at last contented enough to shake Pokerface’s hand and slide out of the booth. With him, he pulled Jude, dragging his arm until he rose from his chair and he would escort him to the bar. "I know, I know —it’s quick money though, and a lot safer than those Elite Monsters."" He would argue with no real strength to his voice, he knew it was a bad habit to be in. He didn’t plan on getting invested… Too invested… "Napple juice?" He offered, hailing over the bartender, eager to celebrate Jude’s win when his GHS rang. Nova…. well there goes two thirds of his winnings… He sighed as he answered the device with exasperation, clearing the transfer of 100,000 gald to her.
Naught could be dispatched against Ludger's judgement. Indeed, Elite Monsters were of formidable adversaries that preceded ones obstructing their journey. Therein existed a few which were less arduous to vanquish yet still the wiser to be perched on the height of vigilance at all times. A single blunder would ensue above just one unrepeatable life lost. A sympathetic glance was deployed at a too familiar exuberance proclamation within earshot. With fiances being stalked around the clock, money was bound to flounce from one's wallet before it could be well spent on goods. It was a blatant implicit of distrust but administering debts must have not given them liberty to work towards an ethical closure with rampant customers. "Water is just fine, Ludger. It's best to save as much as possible."
Brother Dearest || Closed with cxnsectatio
This couldn’t be happening… Jude and his party should have lost the trail in the Hunting Grounds, and Alvin would have conveniently found the booster and reconvened with them. Where had their delay to leave from the scene been? Trust the mole to screw up their mission for his own glory.
Ludger had to think, find a way out of this botched operation as quickly as possible. There were two exits from this alcove, but if all of his team tried to leave through the obvious exit, Maxwell’s cohort would just stop them before they could even make it to the door. But charging at the rival party would be as effective as charging at a brick wall. No, the young agent had to work them effectively. Play to the way they fought.
Subtly passing the component to one of his subordinates, Ludger pointed to the free exit, before drawing his own blades. He didn’t want to do this, but he had orders, and it was imperative his superiors received that booster component.
Twin blades held firmly in his grasp as the other Exodus agents escaped, Ludger slowly approached the party, stance firm as he prevented pursuit of his co-workers. “I am giving you the chance to take your companions and leave, we have no further business with them. I’d advise you to leave post haste.”
“Don’t make me do this Jude.”
"Wha--?!" His voice ceased all coherence when recognition dawned on him. That booster, was without a doubt, Elize's. It does not come by as much of a bewilderment for it was priory patent that Exodus was the prime mastermind the young girl's kidnapping -- and sundry inhumane deeds that were not to be acquitted. Yet witnessing his kin, his closest ever ( even if time do part their devotions ajar, there was naught else that could substitute or precede his brother ). Seconds seemed an eternity whilst Jude grappled with actuality as though repudiating the calloused truth. His brother, in spite of his absenteeism that spanned ever since his eleventh birthday, had been his solitary solace with bygone memories clenched within those brawling fists of his so tightly. How would he desire for their contemporary encounter to be a mere dream, a farce meant to disillusion him till it dissipated into nothingness. But he knew... for all he could long for, what stance they shifted into were no amiable greetings. The gestures were concise, too much so that it fleetingly curtailed his vigilance. "...I can't do that. I have a stake in clearing this place and it's to save a friend. Exodus is doing all these unjustifiable deeds. Why can't you see them?!" Fingers enclosed firmly into twin fists as a leg shifted forth in a well-equipped posture. Neither of them wished for a conflict done.