TERROR.

IND. DREADLORD FROM ELSWORD.

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Quiet sighing.

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@sacrile-gium: Pulls a piece of the dough from a corner and nibbles at it. Good hobby

There’s a stare that he makes, eyes blinking wide before they narrow slightly. A soft breath is exhaled before he’s pulling away the outline of the shapes, tearing off a piece and holding it out to Herrscher before he’s pressing the dough into a ball, readying it to roll out again. “Thanks.”

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Baking is a good distraction from everything as well as a neat hobby. Dread’s currently doing so in both manners, lightly carving shapes out of the dough he’s made with a quiet hum.

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     “Hmmm?”

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psychictracing‌ / DOOM:

That’s the whole point. Glad you figured it out.

     Here lies Dreadlord. Cause of death: Doom Bringer snapping his spine in half. He was a good man. May he rest in peace. What a shame that his cooking and baking will be no more. Truly a shame. Terrible.

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psychictracing replied to your post:      Good god, a back rub would feel good right...

punches him square in the back

     “GHK—!” Just break his fucking spine, why don’t you.

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     Good god, a back rub would feel good right about now.

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truthbetrayed‌ / PARADOX:

no,no, this won’t do at all. so , he’ll shake his head and stares at dread with his ( dead ) expressionless eyes. “four ( 4 ) cookies.” no more, no less. or there will be hell to pay.

     Four cookies? That’s outrageous. But since he’s in the process of making of them, there’ll be more to replace what he gives away. A soft sigh as he concedes, “Alright.” And he’s adding one, two, three more cookies to the one already in his hand before offering them up to Paradox.

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psychictracing‌ / DOOM:

SLIDES IN TO STEAL THEM WHILE CIEL’S DISTRACTED

     NO HE DID NOT. The nerve of some people! You better run fast, Doom because he’s fucking coming for you.

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truthbetrayed‌ / PARADOX:

“—!!” this is an outrage to paradoxes and dead kids like him!

     “It’s not that you can’t have any. You just have to be patient and wait. And maybe ask next time.” A soft huff but Ciel is willing to bargain and part with one ( 1 ) cookie.

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truthbetrayed replied to your post:      You know, there’s never a bad time for making...

brb, paradox stealing those cookies

     Smacks Paradox’s hands. No.

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     You know, there’s never a bad time for making cookies. And that’s just what he’s doing. Making cookies for self indulgence.

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yknow i like the idea of dread bein a sex fiend like everyone else but like.

hes a huge virgin, so.

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❤ :3c

meme.

     He shouldn’t. He knows well that he shouldn’t. But truthfully, the demon can’t help himself. How can he? There’s no way that he possibly could. Someone would call him crazy. Some would tell him this little crush of his is cute but won’t amount to much and other such things. But Ciel doesn’t particularly care.

     No. He’s more focused on the void ruler before him, head tilted slightly as he gazes at him. Watches him in silence as he, too, watches back. And really, most would be unsettled by looking someone like Herrscher in the face. Perhaps even by being around him, they’d be uncomfortable. Uncertain of what to do. Terrified. Frightened. And maybe that’s why Ciel feels... drawn. Why he feels a want to be closer, to learn more. To be around the other from the sheer sense of terror he can easily invoke in someone.

     After all, terror was something he worked with. Knew well. As Dreadlord, as a hitman. So he can’t help but be curious.

     And he can’t help but look a little longer at the other than usual. Gaze at him like someone might do to somebody they regard fondly. That they like being around. But Ciel couldn’t say he was at that stage yet, could he? No, he was still barely in the beginning stages. Perhaps even a little more before them. Yet he finds himself here, sitting across from the ruler of the void with a hand reached out and gently placed upon his neck. A mimicry of the time he had done the same and Ciel still thinks about how he almost tilted into the other’s hold. But he didn’t.

     Maybe he should’ve.

     His thoughts are all over the place. Thinking about the similarities they share, thinking about how Herrscher looks. Thinking to the time they’re spending together now, thinking back to the past. Thinking back to how Herrscher looks and Ciel notes how pretty his eyes look. How pretty his face really is. And someone like this can cause so much fright and fear. Ciel exhales, low and long ( he didn’t know he’d been holding his breath ). And he leans forward a little bit. A better look at his eyes. A better look at his face.

     And he keeps leaning, leaning, leaning until their noses touch briefly and Ciel’s lips are gently pressed to Ain’s.

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Send "❤" For my muse to kiss yours.

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sacrile-gium‌ / HERRSCHER:

In this moment, his mind couldn’t help but wander to Blühen. Being the one more aligned with humans, he would be able to better mend the situation. Why he listened intently to what Ciel was trying to say, that was beyond him. He simply did. But this influx of emotions and the way he fumbled over his words, speaking so recklessly…

What caught him off guard, a difficult feat to do, was rather than agreeing it would be less than desirable- Ciel does want to see him in a certain light. To insist that this was up to him to decide what to do for the half demon’s birthday left Herrscher even more surprised.

The faint light vanished as quickly as it sparked and his gaze dropped. Flickering as ideas came and went of what gift to offer. Ciel’s words came to mind again. And with it, the faint grasp of what little he knew of humans, both as his time alive as well as alongside Blühen.

It wasn’t a foreign concept, but acting on the knowledge of what they do is uncharacteristic for him.

… I wouldn’t mind…if we spent a little more time just to talk. But perhaps over some tea or coffee….

     Again, he thought that Herrscher would up and leave after him rambling off the way he had, alongside the embarrassment and potential awkwardness there was from the prior fuck up of his. But no, he stays yet again. And it seemed like he was listening to him, from what Ciel can gather. Which baffles him a little bit but at the same time, it was nice...

     The surprise that lights up on Ain’s face for a second is something that gets Dreadlord to freeze. One, it was... vaguely cute to see him look caught off guard the way he had. Two, it means Ciel had said something that would’ve elicited some kind of reaction like that and it means he’s got to backtrack over his words again. He does so as quickly as he can, skimming what he said and it only makes his face burn more at his thoughtless rambling ( but as much as it is thoughtless rambling, he speaks the truth which just makes his face further light up ).

     It’s what he gets for talking when he’s so flustered the way he is, dealing with the many different sides of the die known as ‘embarrassment’.

     The surprise disappeared as quick as it was seen and Ciel can’t help but wonder what the other could possibly be thinking. A number of things, most likely and he can’t help but feel curious. He wants to reassure him of the prior thought that it’s alright to not bother with a gift or his birthday in general, but he opts to stay silent in case that it isn’t it at all. But if it’s not that, then what? Pointed ears perk slightly when Herrscher speaks and Dreadlord finds himself the one caught off guard this time.

     “You wouldn’t?” He doesn’t mean to question the authenticity of the statement, it just surprises him that he’d... want to. Considering who he is, and what he does. But the idea of perhaps growing a little closer to Herrscher gets a tiny smile to form on Ciel’s lips, a simple nod being given.

     “I don’t think I’d mind either. It sounds nice,” He speaks, a tiny laugh following his words, “I know how to brew both tea and coffee, so...” A hand is lifted to scratch his cheek lightly, “Whenever you would like to will be fine with me.”

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sacrile-gium‌ / AIN:

Herrscher listened on as a very flustered Ciel attempted to mend the very bizarre situation at hand. He tilted his head, observing idly how badly the demon flushed from the embarrassment of it all. While it was a genuine misunderstanding, was it natural to react so? Or would most be uneasy, perhaps scared of what was being insinuated rather than flustered?

 He opted to not put too much thought into it.

This misunderstanding is easily brushed aside… After all, it would be unsettling to see me in that way…

Considering what he was, thinking of him outside of being the manifestation of the void itself was odd enough alone.

     Truthfully, Ciel had thought that he would simply... leave after being told of the mistake on his part, the misleading. He’d thought that maybe there’d be a sense of relief to have no obligation for whatever the hell it was that Ciel said instead of what he meant to ( though that would really be what Ciel didn’t say, huh ). But no. He peeks through his fingers and the ruler of void is still there, in front of him. And he wonders why.

     And he wonders why he’s looking at him the way he is again. Like he’s still doing or saying something weird or unintelligible. But then Herrscher speaks and Ciel realizes why he was looking at him like that, and he curses under his breath, again.

     “It’s not that,” He starts, rubbing his palms on his face like that would do anything to erase the red on his cheeks, “I didn’t want you feeling obligated that you had to do something with me. Because I messed up and didn’t finish what I was saying,” He’s scrubbing his face harder but the heat isn’t going away. He just feels even warmer now. Why is he on fire?

     “I didn’t want you to feel like you had to carry through with anything. It’s less of not seeing you like that, because I do, but I. You should choose what you do?” He’s rambling again, voice lilting with his question and his hands pulling from his face to look at his palms ( Dreadlord still knows he’s beet red and that his veins feel like magma but there’s little he can do here ), “You should give me something you want to give me. Not something I ask for. It’s not a gift that way. And I wouldn’t mind if you said you were my present, but again, that’s something you should choose to do.”