of the resurrection

Anastasia. Vessel. Sister. Damnation.

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this blog is ultimately archived for now. thank you all for loving my muse thus far. it’s been 3+ years since i have her and i appreciate all of the interactions i’ve had with her. stay safe everyone and if you would like to continue her story, do reach out to me as i’ll be available at discord.

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stilledsouls‌:

Much like the moon that sent down ghostly lustres to haunt the sleeping, she too was pale, and her gaze was focused on something beyond the realm that he could seek to comprehend. Hanbyul had his fair share of brushes with the supernatural. It was something to expect when he agreed to steal blood from those who were barely living and give it to the creatures who required it for sustenance. For a fee of course. And perhaps she was one of them. Vampires. But his knowledge about them was limited— had they different forms, different looks? What did the different colours of their eyes mean? Because her behaviour deviated greatly from the other vampires, and Hanbyul wanted to know why. Or was she something else altogther?

“I heard your suggestion, but I’m not inclined to listen.” There was an absence of fear, but he knew enough to offer respect for creatures who were clearly more powerful that he was. “You know, you could always have asked if you wanted some blood. I could get some for you; let’s not mess up the area, hmm? Your friends were with me on that, at least.”

Irises turned to a shade of ghastly white, revealing her true form. Well, almost - for if Anastasia would truly have done so, she wouldn’t be as pretty as this and this scene would truly resemble one from a horror movie mere mortals seemed to enjoy so much. “Excuse me? Blood you say?” she asked before breaking into a laugh. Guess this human had assisted a number of ‘leeches’, what the demoness would like to refer them as. A pitiful creature honestly if anyone would ask for her opinion. So-called noblemen yet had so many dependencies. Pathetic. 

“Boy, you must have mistaken. I am not here for blood. I am here to get rid of this annoyance,” she declared, her shadows already lurking around the unconscious patient. It’ll be quick definitely and their life was hanging by a thread anyway so the demoness was doing a favour for the patient’s family. No one has to suffer. Including her so she can put out that awful buzzing. 

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gallaxians‌:

There’s a sharp pain right over the side of his head that’s marred by his gruesome scar. Chen had been no saint - both before when he was alive and most certainly after he died. Being a demon felt like a natural transition for him, giving him a reason in the otherwise bleak world. So while he did owe that to his sire, that was really the only thing she had been good for. “I like it.” His head tips curiously, his more feline attributes seemingly more sharp with all the shadows bouncing off the distinct curves of his face. “I already have your attention, don’t I? Otherwise you would have gotten rid of me by now.” It’s cheeky, as is his smile, thrilled by walking the fine line of pushing her boundaries. “Someone as powerful as you wouldn’t waste her time, no? I bet all it takes is one snap of your fingers..” 

“Now that’s more like it,” she smiled, appreciating the fact he was honest with his feelings. If it was otherwise, then this would have been a relatively short conversation. Anastasia doesn’t want to put in the effort to convince him otherwise, of how great it is to be what he has become. Well, if he was powerful then it would have been great but there’s always room to grow for his sort. “You do have a point and you are right, it does take a snap of my fingers to end you but where’s the fun in that?” she smirked, perhaps believing that he isn’t exactly aware of what she honestly does in the many rooms of her establishment. “But let’s cut to the chase, what is it do you want with me?”

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xxj0kerxx‌:

“foolish of you to say. we are merely giving them hope, they are already greedy to begin with. every mortal man on this world exists through greed and power.” pyong-sang sighed heavily before leaning his side against the wall while he stared at the demoness. her words only left him to scoff, there was no way that the gap was getting worse because of them. if that was the case, the mortals are to be blamed. “please.. i am making it better. think of me as a saint. without me, those who are filled with despair would die without hope. i am the one to give them that push they need.” though he couldn’t say for the mortals, he was simply giving them what they wanted, only in return for their soul. wealth and health, those were the most common that the mortals wished for. some more devious and mischievous, but all the same. it all lead him to think about them and how they were. “mhm…” pyong-sang sighed as he thought to himself. “in second thought, we are making it worse for mortals, especially those desperate fools. it’s all about collecting souls to you too, isn’t it?” of course it was. why would they be gifting these pathetic mortals with luxury? it’s foolish to think that they are the ones to be on the underside of the deal. he always came ahead with his deals, always.

There he goes again - being full of himself as if he’s trying to justify that whatever he has been doing till now was so benevolent. At least Anastasia was fully aware despite her kind hand and gracious ways, the demoness knows that she’s only doing this for herself. “We’re all wolves in sheeps’ clothing. All angels in disguise to these mortals. The sort of hope we offer to them is the hope they wanted to see, not need. In the end, we’re directing them onto the path we want them to take so they’ll reach towards the outcome we want to. So, are you truly a saint?” Again, it was just something the demoness liked to do - twist his words around and just throws it in his face. The more she does it, eventually, he would contradict himself just as how he was earlier before after his little date of sorts. Pursing her lips together, once again, she crossed her arms over her chest before giving him a disapproving look. “Well, collecting souls is not really my main goal when striking up these deals. I mean, it’s nice to see a familiar face whenever I go down and see them, you know, pay them a visit, give them a torture session that lasts for a year or two for them. But I like the feeling of being owed to you know? That’s the sort of power I seek for, don’t you too?”

[lupusxdei-deactivated20210502]

absinthe with faust | anasthasia x babylon

[lupusxdei-a]

Babylon toys with the ring around their right, middle finger as they listen to her retorts. There is a hint of a weary smile, but Babylon does not let it show entirely. The ring goes round and round the digit, at first leisurely, picking up the speed as seconds ooze on. Babylon is not easily threatened, or impressed. While they know the woman in front of them was to be feared, the creature does not even entertain the idea that she could be a threat to their existence. Hubris was a heavy baggage.

A snort follows. “I already have a following of soldiers. I’m not looking to take anyone’s crown. I  never needed that. That…locust has been bragging about being King for too long, and it makes me wonder — if you have to keep speaking with such outrageous comedy about being King, are you really what you claim to be? Royalty needn’t convince anyone. I should know. After all, certain human empires would not have existed without me.” Rome being one of them.

“So, no, I’m not after his imaginary crown or his pathetic hordes of mindless half-trained soldiers. I’m after the poison he’s been seeping all over my world. I’ve been here before him, and I’ll be here after him. I’m not quite looking for his head either, since there’s worse fates than death for demons. I’m sure you haven’t mistaken me for a demon, Anastasia,” he wonders. It was oh so easy to be mistaken for one, yet no one, not even Babylon, knew what they were. A god? God’s sibling? God’s opposite? They never bothered with such details. Babylon and God, or gods, “had no beef” as kids put it.

“My proposition is very simple: we take the supposed King off the chess board, and there may even be space for the queen,” he hints at Anastasia taking the part “to take over. The worlds have seen enough of men.” Says Babylon residing in a male vessel. Hah.

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As much as Anastasia hates to admit it, but it was wrong on her part for not being extra cautious with her choice of words. The demoness should have known that they were not just any sort of unEarthly she would have come across any given day - she should have read into the aura, the scent, the power that radiates around them a little more closely. If her dear brother was to know of her carelessness, well, she was not worthy of being by his side at all. Her expression remained unphased, eyes focused on her glass that’s in her hand though ears this time, fixated on their words and their words only. What do they truly want from her anyway?

“Forgive me for giving you the impression that I thought of you like any other demon. I know incredibly well you are not but it might be because we’re in a room full of many other beings that my senses have been a little ... dull you might say? Which is why I usually have such discussions in my chambers where there wouldn’t be any prying eyes nor ears. But again, you wouldn’t really have any difficulty if there was anyone who would suspect you of such ‘treason’ to their beloved king.” And she would definitely not want to bother herself with her own kind who would accuse her of such. It’s even more tedious if she was to do that. 

True to their word, their proposition was quite simple. However, it was too simple if Anastasia was being honest. And yet why doesn’t she feel at ease with such proposal? “I think we both know it’s ironic for you to say that while you’re in that,” she lets out a small snort, shaking her head after the demoness gave them a look once over. “But ... I do have to say. What happens if I do not want to be part of the chessboard? I never really saw myself as the queen, to begin with. It’s a little too messy whoever wears that crown.”

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thedarktriads‌:

The offer sang like a church choir to the agent, though still he heard a hint of the devil conducting the show. His brows were both lifted by curiosity and almost immediate acceptance, though the man had to restrain himself. Informants were tricky business, part of a practice he rarely utilized or even believed in to begin with. Anastasia’s attractiveness easily put her out above the rest, otherwise folk foul with the scent of alcohol and bodily fluids staining their unwashed clothes littered the clean building. But if he wasn’t to taken on the intelligence services’ main broker, the woman before him still had to make it worth his while. “If,” he began sternly, his voice the closest he’d come to ever tempt taming the woman, “If your aid proves consequential to any of my cases or those of which the national intelligence service can greatly benefit from… then I would be glad to work with you.” 

Byungho snatched a pen from the organizer on his desk and removed a neatly kept notepad from the drawer on his left. Incapable of distinguishing whether she actually had anything to offer at that point, he remained focused on his work and he’d show it. Should his neglected superior appear at any moment, the agent would have something to show for all the disrespect, even if unintentional. “Shall we begin then? If necessary, we can go somewhere more private.” The office was plagued by lingering eyes and ears, result of all the investigators accumulated in one room.

The boyfriend question - now that was vexed matter which rarely followed inquiries into his personal life. But it still wasn’t his first. “Rest assured, gender is not part of the equation. Romance would have to be a hobby of mine to find opportunity in my life. And it is not,” he shrugged and dated the paper before him along with the time. Ultimately he figured having a boyfriend might be easier, something more inclined to be hidden and therefore not requiring as much attention. Even so, he survived quite well without either. “I appreciate your perspective, really. But the world doesn’t stop for me, so I have to keep up, no?” The agent tossed in a small wink, less playful and more provoking. 

The demoness raised a brow at him though the curl of her lips doesn’t fade away from her features. He was right to suspect her but she was sure her horns were not visible to him so what gave it away? Perhaps the offer being too good to be true? Maybe. However, this human was smart, a definitely fine specimen and she had to admit that God may have paid a little bit too much attention when creating him. God does have their favourites and maybe he was one of them. All in all, it doesn’t change the fact that it merely fueled her desires to make him hers. Anastasia has so many things she wants to do to him - she just wants to see what makes him tick amongst many others. 

“I’m a little offended that you would think I would offer such false promises. Didn’t I pointed you to the right direction in searching for your ‘made in China’ product?” she joked only to hold back a laugh when she noticed the notepad he had brought out - yes, the man who’s stuck in the 1930s. Another trait of his which she finds quite endearing honestly. 

Swinging her long legs slightly, the demoness remained comfortably seated on top of his desk before reaching over the many files that were neatly arranged on the other side of the table. As if she owned the place, which she might as well have since she has the commander wrapped around her little finger - Anastasia hummed as she pulled out the photograph that’s clipped inside. “This man. He’s a frequent client who comes to my club every Tuesday after 3 in the morning. We have a nice room set up for him and have his usuals prepared beforehand. One of my girls told me that he may or may not be seeing a certain someone in Busan sometime next week. A someone with a large shipment of ...” Purposely leaving him hanging as she glanced over at him to see if he was writing. “Did you get that or should I slow down so you could keep up?” she winked at him in return. 

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xxj0kerxx‌:

Of course, he understood well enough that he was more than capable to feel emotion. The Devil had a deep hatred for humans, but never did he ever feel a sense of care for those lowly beings. Just only now that Jin-Joo was in his life, things seemed to have to turned out strange. “Most of them are scum of the Earth. They lack compassion or empathy, let alone they are greedy. Give a man money for free and he’ll be craving for me in no time.” He voiced his beliefs with a rather disgusted expression on his face. Hearing her talk about caring for the humans, left him nervous. “That is what worries me…” The Devil exhales as he tries to not think so much about it. Though as he thought some more, it lead him to start questioning the demon. “What about you, did you ever care for them?” Pyong-Sang asks curiously while he leaned against the comfy couch. “We’ve lived here far too long, so you must’ve at least had a human you cared for in the past.” Sighing, he crosses his arms across his chest as he thinks.

“Majority of them are. The inequality between those with and without power are far too obvious yet, no one is doing anything about it. It doesn’t make it any better that we’re lurking amongst them, merely fueling the greed that’s in them. Shall I dare say we’re the ones who are making the gap even worse?” Some food for thought though Anastasia does have her opinions already on the notion. The demoness truly believes that everyone was born evil and not good. It’s not the world’s fault that forced them into doing such wrong acts. That desire to survive just overrides all principles that they may have on life. “Are you seriously asking me such a question?” she asked,, crossing her arms even more over her chest as she studies his question. “Of course I have but just like you, my kindness comes with a price. Everything is a transaction and you and your love for contracts should know it. I care merely because I know it would prove beneficial to me in the long run. They’ll be indebted to me. They owe me and that’s all I want.”

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gallaxians‌:

“Who said anything about sharing? Are you saying I should stay loyal to the undeserving bitch who made me this way?” It was hardly a secret that Chen had stabbed his so-called sire in the back several times since his turnings. She was a pitiful demon, lacking power and the control, playing off blackmail and nothing more. He didn’t need her now, and he certainly never needed her before. His black eyes flicker over the entourage, behind him his tail is swishing back and forth tauntingly. The feline takes a bold move to step forward a few steps, lips twisted in a malevolent grin, always ready for a fight. “What if it’s a bit of both? Maybe I was just running errands and thought, I wonder how Anastasia is doing. I can be quite caring… sometimes.”

Hearing him say such things about the other demoness who ‘cursed’ him made her rethink of her impression of him. Would Anastasia be willing to argue over such a person? Was this other demoness as possessive as she is? Because honestly, she hasn’t met any demon who was willing to share their ... collection of sorts. “Are you saying you don’t like the way you are now? Pity ... I quite like it,” she smiled, not minding when he stepped closer to her, definitely intrigued by his boldness. A wild one, isn’t he? Now, taming and grooming him in a way she would find best would prove troublesome but she has a lot of time in her hands anyway. “Caring? What an excuse. Now here I thought you just wanted my attention.”

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( i want to be here but i can’t. will make a return end of the year when i can finally get on leave from this freaking office i work at. )

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thedarktriads‌:

The agent hadn’t predicted her to ever so inconveniently hang up on his superior, though he spared a patient smile to her comment, nodding with understanding to her words, not her motives. What drew the woman onto him particularly, he was absolutely oblivious to. “I do apologize, I hadn’t known you enjoyed our meetings.” Byungho had to maintain professionalism by all means, especially in the office. He wondered if taking her to an interrogation room would be more conspicuous than it was worth. “They keep me quite busy here. None of my recent cases have suggested I should speak with you unless you have information to share?” 

Byungho needed to calculate why, what, where, when, and how. His who took the form of Anastasia, one of the last presences he expected to run into that day. Why she came and what she offered, if anything, could prove crucial to any number of cases, hence his previous arrival to her nightclub. Where she received her information wasn’t always something he could simply turn a blind eye to, but that could come later. When to act or even when she’d be willing to tell him anything - that required finesse as well. How acted both as his favorite and the most intimidating hurdle to get over. 

Her touch also came unexpectedly, his startled nerves forcing his leg away just an inch before he settled it back in place, not wanting to back down necessarily. Dammit, she wasn’t easy to read. At least the girlfriend comment couldn’t perturb him any; he’d received the question from many over the years and strict dedication to his work prevented the opportunity for serious dating. Niu’s arrival made everything slightly more taxing though. “The city never sleeps, as they say. There’s always work to be done.” Better to leave her out of it. 

Agent Song is definitely a handsome man. Sharp, defined features which could cut glass, a voice deep enough to send chills down anyone’s spine but to think that he owns such an innocent mind is almost odd but refreshing all the same. As much as he tries to keep his cool with her, the demoness’ unpredictability seemed to throw the suave man off and to see him recollect himself was always amusing. Maybe that’s why she had missed his presence. For the eye candy but for his behaviour as well. “If I tell you that I could help you ... would you come and see me more often?”

Obviously, she’s teasing him but the demoness wouldn’t be surprised that there would be some sort of link to her own organisation or certain events transpired with her own influence. There won’t be an obvious link or connection to her, but there’s always a dotted line to her. But he doesn’t need to know that ... maybe. She’s more curious on what goes about in that mind of his, what does it take for her or anyone to break that moral compass of his. Sure, maybe the force needs more people like him  - someone who’s uptight, calculated, honest. It would definitely take a whole lot to corrupt the man but it was a challenge the demoness was willing to take on.

“If not girlfriend then maybe ... boyfriend?” she gave a smile, lowering her foot from his leg as she leaned her palms back against his table, keeping her eyes on him. Maybe that’s the reason why he’s not crawling all over her like most men would ( which is a pity because she would love to have him worship her ). “Work that could be done the following day and the day after. You can’t solve everything in a day and especially by yourself.”

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thedarktriads‌:

Byungho’s rolled up his sleeves and his forearms half-flexed with how he gripped the phone against his ear. Higher ups demanded a report on the underground drug ring case dumped on him just yesterday, as if he had the opportunity to investigate immediately. He kept his desk neat and tidy, the file in front of him appearing as if he never opened it at all, despite reading all of its contents the prior night while the girl in his home begged they play another board game. Having successfully accomplished both, the exhaustion on his face that morning couldn’t be expelled even by his third coffee. 

“Good morning sir,” he began, naturally reaching to plug his uncovered ear for the noise that usually occupied the space around him, conveniently acting against him. Before he could recap his findings, his superior went on a tirade about their wife and kids and what is this other department up to? Byungho prayed internally to any gods which would remove him from this call; he’d find perhaps it was better to leave those sorts of prayers out of work.

The lips pursed in listening to his superior fell slightly agape when the woman suddenly appeared in his vision. Both hands coming away from his face in time to catch her words, his focus on her shifted momentarily to those behind him, all of whom quickly resumed their work instead of continued staring. The man on the other line continued to babble to the mute Byungho put him on as he set the phone aside on his desk. “Miss Anastasia…” The agent’s head tilted in curiosity, confusion written all over his face. “To what… do I owe the pleasure?” He made a small gesture implying she could sit in a chair - if she so wished; he knew quite well she’d likely decline.

The lady in red got herself comfortable on top of his table, crossing her long legs over one and the other which made the hem of her dress ride up her thighs just a little. She felt rather accomplished that her appearance finally got his attention, soliciting a reaction she so pleased. And judging by the tapping of one's keyboards and the resumed chatter, it seemed she had lost the attention of his peers though she could highly assume they were listening in to their conversation. “Didn’t you hear me?” she asked, reaching over to his phone to finally hang up the call with whoever he was speaking to, wanting all of his attention to solely focus on her alone. “I’ve missed you. You don’t come and see me anymore.”

What does she hope to achieve from all of this? Nothing, honestly. Maybe another audience with him or maybe for him to get into a little trouble with his superiors? It wasn’t as if Anastasia was a stranger to the precinct. She’s even been in their interrogation room one or two times in replacement for her brother but again, these men in blue had nothing against her. They wished they have, even going so far to forge a little evidence but that attempt proved to be futile as word travels fast even from the mute. 

“You look tired, Agent Song. Work keeping you up all night?” she asked, raising her leg ever so slightly to brush her foot gently against his leg. It’s the smallest gestures that count, one that would send a person insane and it’s not only the soft ones - a little nip, a prick from her blade also counts. “Or girlfriend perhaps?”

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into the night ( au )

( @thedarktriads​ )

“Now aren’t you beautiful ...”

No matter how many times Anastasia has seen the beautiful piece of jewellery, it always felt like it’s the first time. Is this what love is? To have her heart be moved constantly that when she’s apart from it, her heart would ache out of longingness? Even from a distance, the set of diamonds and precious stones sparkled in the dark; a constellation that’s captured in jewels which should be worn around her finger. Yes, her finger. It should be hers - and what Anastasia wants, she gets. 

Slowly suspending downwards from the ceiling, the woman behind the mask made sure that her stiletto boots did not touch the marble floor of the gallery. For something so precious, one would think they would be extra careful and put extra security to guard it but ... “Hold on,” she murmured to herself as she blinked a couple of times for her enhanced contact lenses to detect the beams of laser that would trigger the alarm. A cat-like smile formed on her ruby lips, almost excited over the fact this was even more challenging than a simple sipe. “This just got exciting.”

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( @thedarktriads​ )

Looking up at the dull building through the tinted car window, the demoness curled a smile at the thought of what she’s about to do. She’s been wanting to see him for a while now, suddenly the image of him invaded in her mind as she was torturing entertaining a guest. It almost made her giddy but put her in a very good mood till the day has come for her to pay him a visit. Already being informed of his whereabouts and daily routine, she stepped out of the car to eventually dismiss her escort as she made her way up to him. 

As she walked down the narrow hallways of the precinct, the loud chatter of men and women in uniform seemed to die down as all that could be heard were the familiar slow click, click, click of stiletto heels on the hard floor. Her presence commands an audience but all she needed was one - him. 

Ruby lips curled into a playful smile as the demoness spotted him behind his desk, too preoccupied with speaking to whoever that was on the phone. Anastasia merely took the liberty to close the distance between them, even settling herself on the corner of his desk thus ignoring the comfortable empty seat opposite of him. “I’ve missed you,” she said, like a lovelorn lover who was deprived of her beloved’s attention. All in the name of good fun of course. 

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gallaxians‌:

Chen laughs as he walks out of the shadows, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. “Did you? I don’t remember that.” He keeps a respectable distance between them, knowing that he was probably already pushing buttons just showing up here. Was it boredom? Probably. But even with the demon inside him, his head probably couldn’t take another hit. The scar that ran from below his temple back to behind his ear was proof, his hair on that side didn’t even grow properly anymore. “What would you prefer I call you then? I don’t think we got around to pleasantries last time. I’m Chen, and you are…?”

“Would you have preferred to call me your queen? You should only have loyalty to one, you know? I’m not a big fan of sharing,” she shared as her eyes were fixated on his visage - now appearing more clearer once he had stepped out into the light. A handsome fella, pity, he would have been a nice accessory added to her collection but more often she would have toyed with him a little more just to learn just what it takes to make him click. “Those who are loyal to me refers to me as madam or mistress but since you’re not one of them, you may refer to me as Anastasia ...” she paused when her entourage appeared from the shadows as well. “Now, are you just bored or did you come to visit me cause you miss me?”

[thedarktriads]

                          “ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴇᴠɪʟ,“

original characters • multimuse • singleship • 18+ • ↻ / ♡ / + for some bastards

       “ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛs ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ.”

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bivalentine‌:

no offense but two characters running from the authorities and then one of them pulls the other in a dark, small alley to shake them off and they’re both breathing hard and there’s not much space there and they’re looking at each other while trying to hold back chuckles and one of them brings their finger to their lips playfully in a ‘shhh’ motion while smirking and oh no now they’re looking at one another’s lips and one of them whispers “i think the coast is clear now. we could leave.” and the other says “yeah. we could.” but they’re still looking at the other person’s lips and neither make a move to go and they can feel each other’s breath against their skin and. y eah

[lapieldelmal]

“Couples that clean blood off of each other are couples that stay together”