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         MUN— I moved blogs to @childrenofporcelainblades. My muses and some new ones can be found here. I will be selective towards those I follow back, due to various issues I’ve had with this blog, and I will move my drafts over there as well. Thank you to those I had a wonderful time with, and I apologise for this bothersome thing. I hope to see you there.

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         MUN— I moved blogs to @childrenofporcelainblades. My muses and some new ones can be found here. I will be selective towards those I follow back, due to various issues I’ve had with this blog, and I will move my drafts over there as well. Thank you to those I had a wonderful time with, and I apologise for this bothersome thing. I hope to see you there.

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         MUN--- I moved blogs to @childrenofporcelainblades. My muses and some new ones can be found here. I will be selective towards those I follow back, due to various issues I’ve had with this blog, and I will move my drafts over there as well. Thank you to those I had a wonderful time with, and I apologise for this bothersome thing. I hope to see you there.

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              .extended improvement prompt

send a symbol + extra constructive criticism ( if any ) on your view of what i should improve on! i would appreciate the most honest opinion you have, && reblogging this means i will not be offended by any symbols you send in. when sending these in, feel to slight alter some of the symbol meanings - some have options as shown below. writer are always searching for a way to improve, so be kind && try paying mind to the person you reblogged it from

✎ : your vocabulary tends to be bland / repetitive / basic && you should take small steps in introducing more complex words! ✏ : your vocabulary is WAY too complex ; tone down a little so i can understand what you write ✘  : your characterization is a little off ; it varies from canon in a way that isn’t too great ♥  : your romantic threads are awkward && need a little improvement ღ : you’re too harsh on yourself ; i actually like you writing a lot ♒ : needs more figurative language ; you tend to state things directly && that makes it bland ❃ : your punctuation / grammar / spelling needs improvement ( exclude any if not relevant ) ∞ : you should develop your AU ideas more ☄ : your dialogue is ( boring / repetitive / non-canonical ) && needs to be improved on ❖ : you aren’t respectful to your RP partners / followers ✿ : your character is too perfect ; everyone needs SOME flaws ☂ : you focus TOO MUCH on ( smut / angst / romance ) && I would really love to see you write ( insert genre ) ๑  : your writing tends to drag on with unimportant details / you tend to write too much about one particular thing ✄ : you need to improve on ( insert genre ie action / angst ) by ( …insert criticism ) ☼ : try to have confidence in yourself ; sometimes your hesitance holds you back ✉ : ( insert other constructive criticism )

[akari-senpaaai-blog]

| Picking up strays |

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akari-senpaaai :

An expression of utter relief washed over the beautiful features of the brown haired as he saw the smile of the stranger through the darkness and heard him accepting his invitation. His heart felt lighter now, all the worry fading slowly away. He gave a gentle nod and with a secure movement, he grabbed the other’s bag and threw it on his own shoulder, murmuring in a calm manner: “Allow me, this seems heavy”. 

He made a few steps, making sure the stranger would trail behind him and he turned his head slightly, an ever present smile waltzing on his lips. “I am Sebastian, by the way. Nice to meet you.” In the distance, a powerful thunder made the windows around them rattle for a second, making Sebastian look around and give a soft, imperceptible sigh. 

             Kuolematon— It was only natural for him to accept this invitation, he was not all that weary towards strangers and was quite naïve, never even having considered the thought that the other was out to hurt him. However, this time he was lucky, seeing that the other had no such intentions. Smiling pleasedly, he followed the other, although clearly worried about the other carrying the weight of his bag. "I'm sorry!" He immediately exclaimed, having at first hesitated against letting the other take it. Mostly because he did not want to burden the other further. "You don't have to carry it you know.. I could carry it.." he tried, eyes worriedly looking up towards the stranger.    "Thank you again for giving me a place to live through this storm, Sebastian." He said again, smiling now as well as he followed him closely. Not wanting to get lost again. "My name is Oliver. Oliver Mustonen. Pleasure to meet you." He added, as he knew it was rude  not to introduce himself to the other, especially after they introduced themselves first. "Does it storm here often?" He asked him, being new in town it was important for him to learn things like this. If it was stormy here often, he would need to rush finding a place to stay. 

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syqall :

“Hm.” She allows another soft chuckle to escape her lips, but her expression is rather pensive, she observes Aimé intently when he forces himself to get up. His face still has that unhealthy grey tone that betrays how unwell he truly feels  His smiles are truly heartening, but when he’s so obviously only pretending to be fine, they lose some of their strength, and they make a minuscule frown appear on her features.  Judging by the way he does this, it seems a habit. Why? She can come up with a few explanations. I don’t want to be a bother. I don’t want them to worry needlessly. They don’t care anyway. I don’t want to be weak. The corner of her lip twitches dangerously – a grimace she’s holding back. A sign that she’s about to say something that may be out of line. 

He does a good job of sounding confident, at the least, and even his posture is an improvement – for about five seconds. Andrea crosses her arms over her chest. “Sure. Coffee or something.” But she doesn’t move from her spot and she doesn’t seem to have any intention of moving, either. Her frown deepens, clearly vexed by his façade. “Why are you forcing yourself, doll? The café is a good idea, if it’s a quiet one, that is. It’s a good idea if it means you’ll feel more at ease – but only then. Do you know that if people can tell you’re not okay, but you don’t say anything, they’ll worry even more? If you want to hide something, hide it well.” Her words are harsh and biting, although she means well, her voice is not entirely robbed of gentleness. “Bah. I understand that you don’t feel comfortable letting a stranger like me know about this, but I hope it’s different when you’re with friends.” An annoyed sigh leaves her lips, accompanied with a dismissive wave of her hand; she makes to start walking after all. “The point is, you’re only supposed to hide the things you can handle on your own. Trust me, I know.” A little too well. And this is hypocrisy on her side, but he doesn’t need to know that, nor does she need to admit that to herself. She glances at Aimé, and her expression softens. She hesitates briefly before extending her hand to him, in case that’s something that makes him feel more at ease. She doubts it. “So will a coffee help you, or not? Or is this an attempt of the cute Casanova to woo me~?”

                     Φόβος— He could tell from her expression how he failed to convince her of how he felt. Ofcourse he did. What a fool he was for thinking this would work. But now he could feel the slight hint of terror towards how easily she saw through it. He knew it could not be helped now. Discomfort crossed his face as she pushed like that. Telling him something that he felt was obvious, but was trying to fool both himself and her with. "I am not good at hiding how I feel, but I feel like if I fool myself that I will eventually feel fine.. For once.." He sighed softly and looked down to the ground.       What a failure this was. He bit his lips harshly now, the more she was talking. Cutting words of which he was too sensitive to to feel their faint gentleness. "I can handle it. I've always handled it just fine on my own." He then said, eyes still cast down. It was the truth though. For years, he 'handled' it on his own. In a good way at first, but when that turned out to be too difficult to continue for the young boy whilst continuing to fool his parents, he harmed and harmed himself until there were so many scars that he now has to go around with his arms bound by bandages. Some fresh cuts still remaining from when he has total melt-downs.           When she finally decides to reach out towards him, eyes cast away again. A  slight shrug as the previous intensified paleness that came from her lectured went quite straight out of the window, and was replaced by a light flush over his cheeks as he finally released his lip, where a mark was clearly left since it nearly cut through his skin. "Hm. Maybe both?" He muttered, still too shy to admit anything of the latter, so instead opting for the vague option.

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NYC night time photo by Franck Bohbot

[justakansasboy-deactivated20230]

Everybody has that one partner where every thread turns into

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thesilenceofthecorpses :

         Could you reblog or like this if you are open to interact          with a mortician/funeral director that is just slightly          creepy? 

[endlessvearth]

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natusdemorte :

{☣} This was amazing, watching the boy suffer from his anxiety attack was just the icing on his cake today. Moving closer every time the other decided to move away from him. It was amusing, tormenting an innocent person who wasn’t fighting him. The demon just kept creeping up on the other demon, this one however was pathetic and overcome by a human aliment. He wanted to throw up at the sight, was he actually playing him or was it an actual thing that he suffered from. Either way it was pathetic and an easy way to corrupt someone. He of course was not one to stoop down to that level, but tormenting them was a different story.

“Are you sure? It looks an awfully lot like a great faker. What are you, a con-artist or just really great at pretending to be sick?” A snarky smirk crossed his face while leaning in, cool grey eyes gleaming with excitement as he could see the physical panic in his eyes and the way he was breathing. Hexx was completely horrible, he was getting his rocks off on making the other suffer and possibly black out to the kind of treatment he was giving the poor boy. It also was growing his ego the more that Aimé struggled to get away from him. 

Hexx smiled at the other while watching how close he possibly was to either fainting or attacking. He was getting his sick kicks out of everything that he was putting the other through. He took note that he was slightly calming down, why was this? Hexx searched for the answer in his face, then looked down after seeing slight movement in the corner of his eye. He saw something that the other was getting at with his other hand, now what was it? His arm shot out and gripped his wrist tightly. “Now, taking away my fun. Or are you trying to shoot something up real quick, because you calmed down an awful lot.” Hexx tightened his grip around the other while licking his lips. He knew what the other was doing, but playing dumb and mean was far to entertaining than anything else. “You are just all sorts of fucked up, aren’t you pathetic.”

                 Φόβος—   It was then that Aimé realized that he would not escape this person very easily. Or easily at all. He would never be able to escape him in this state, that was for sure. He had already realized that the other was far from a kind person.  It was quite regularly he met those who were not very understanding, but this was a whole new level of horrid.    He was glad that he was actually starting to be capable of calming down. Finally he would be able to flee from this person. Finally he would not be able to worry about this whole thing. Then he could freely run away all he needed to. But hope fell away from him as soon as the other noticed him. Eyes widening and looking up at him with horror. "N.. No.. i'm not a drug addict! S..stop calling me that.." He spoke, his voice strong and loud at first, but quickly loosing its power.   Shrinking into himself, he made some effort to try and get him to let go of him as he could feel the panic grabbing him again. He was now cornered, and had the one way of escape taken away from him. His breathing rushed as he started tugging harder on his own wrist. "Please.. Let go." He begged, although he had little expectation towards the effectiveness of these words. "Let me go!" He yelled, louder this time, although he did not expect for anyone to come to help him.    "Why..." He started then, his breaths becoming moer irregular again. "Why are you.. doing this to me..?" He asked, giving up on attempting to loosen his arm from the iron grip the other held it in. He first stared at the others cruel expression. Trying to understand. Trying to find reason. However, when the other showed his true enjoyment of the whole situation, eyes would quickly lower to the ground as he tried to avoid any further communication with the other. Dearly wishing he could somehow escape the male’s grip before he would be unable to struggle at all against him.

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ichoriisms :

Sensitive to energy was a trait that had always fit the elves to a T. It was something that was inescapable for them. It was as much a part of their instinct as the want to breathe, fighting against it was possible but not easy. So as the blond turned away, beginning to head to his apartment building. The force from the other seemed to stop him before he could register what was happening. His body told him to run; yet, he turned to look back at the other. 

The air only got thicker from there. It was drowning him. Clayton knew why Josh hadn’t left the car, its roll-cage was warded from this kind of attack. Part of him considered jumping back inside of it. Yet he knew that if he opened the door the ghoul inside would be crushed in an instant. 

It was hard to breathe, but it was useless for him to claim his name and not be able to stand against this. He could hear the ground shaking, the screams from people, the windows shattering. Some were even shouting that there was an earthquake, it only made him glance away for a moment. 

“What is this?” Clayton called to him, “Is this to prove yourself? Destroying part of the city? Doesn’t that destroy your low cover? Stop this now, Micah, this doesn’t need to happen.” He reasoned, knowing that already it would swarm about this. It was already too much damage. 

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           Daemon— Deep, laboured breaths were drawn in as he seemed to ensure the destruction of at least this block of houses. However, somehow, the elf’s words flowed through the sea of noise he felt around him like a blade. Sharp, pointed and clear. Cutting through it cleanly. Noises of the memories of many years, years of pain and suffering, loneliness and pretentious amusement. The words were clear, but it was like his eyes had been covered with a blindfold, his mouth had been gagged and he had been thrown underwater. Even if he himself was causing it, it was partially to keep himself from drowning.              But sense had been given to him, and therefore the ability to reign in. It took time though, and it was time that many surrounding him did not have, leaving many without breath and thus taking their life with ease. However, after a while every bit of that previously excessively overwhelming energy disappeared. Fading like it had not been there in the first place. Deep breaths still being taken by the blonde as the hand previously covering his face had been pushed up, brushing his hair back. The tears gone like they had never been  there in the first place. Only a light trace of pink in the corner of his eyes hinting at it actually occurring. A sigh left his lips, looking behind him at the damage for a moment before turning towards Clayton again.                “I did not mean to loose myself like this.” One could almost hear an apology, but he felt like Clayton had also been partially at fault, therefore the actual words were missing. “Hell will fix it up.  You will probably not even see a single article of it in the newspaper.” Another sigh. “Now they can compare me to Sathanus.” He complained in a mutter. “What an embarrassment.” He looked away before then turning to Clayton again. “Is there any damage to your car? I’ll fix it up. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. Then we can go.” He spoke, still showing absolutely no intention of leaving just yet.

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syqall :

“Even you?” Andrea asks with a chuckle. Her eyes rest on Aimé’s features, carefully taking in his change in expression, trying to figure out whether he is forcing himself or not, whether he is feeling better or not. Andrea realises she is softer on him than on others because of his gentleness and rather spineless behaviour. She would rather scold him and look down on him; it is what she usually does around people like him, but something about the man makes her soft-hearted, cautious, unwilling to raise her voice around him. He has a certain air of vulnerability that makes Andrea feel bad for even frowning at him; and her smile falters when she realises that this is not really fair or healthy of her. She oughtn’t treat him any different simply because he appears more frail and weak than others; more pitiful. Now may not be the right time to speak to him in a harsher tone, but she ought to do so regardless, in the future. Certainly Aimé is willing to befriend are after this ( she won’t take ‘no’ for an answer anyway ), there’d be plenty of opportunities to warm him to her sharp, blunt words. A good resolve. “–You mean you’d go really far to make your crush like you? Doll, that doesn’t sound exactly clever. Put yourself before othe–ah?”

Oh no. That was sweet and cute. The words catch her off guard, and Andrea can swear she feels her cheeks growing warmer. A little. Or maybe they’re getting colder. Fact is that she stares at Aimé, lips parted & words cut off, that she seems nearly flustered. What to do? Oh no. She rolls with it, of course. Brings a hand to cover her mouth and stifles a chortle, coyly averts her eyes, exaggerating her initial reaction – a quick recovery of her initial surprise. Eyelids flutter as she bats her black eyelashes at him, a mockery of the typical shy and lovestruck girl you see in cartoons. “My, you pretend you’re shy and innocent but you’re actually a charmer, hm? I see how it is. Wolf in sheep’s clothing. Secretly a predator. You had me fooled there, doll. But, you can pick me up whenever~.” Can she take this as a sign that he’s feeling better? She’ll do it anyway. What an interesting, tumultuous first meeting.

                       Φόβος— Light-hearted chuckles of amusement left the lips of the recovering demi-god. Cheeks slightly flushing in pink because of the tinge of shyness he felt towards this laugh that resembled that of a child, he covered his mouth with his hand. “Yes, the person who nearly fainted because of a crowd is secretly a casanova. I will do anything to get the other to fall for me.” He spoke, another chuckle following his words. A bright smile then showed on his lips. Despite the fact that he was still quite pale from how he previously felt, and the hidden fact that he still felt a knot in his stomach, he could smile like no other.  “I am worse than a wolf in sheeps clothing. I might actually be a wolf pretending to be a squirrel. Look at how cute I am~.” He said, another wide smile appearing on his lips. However, he did this, thinking that his smile looked quite horrid --Despite the opposite being true.             Eyes that still glittered with a playfulness turned away from her features than. Slowly he rose up, slightly wobbly still before stretching himself slightly. Trying to make the impression that he had completely recovered; (He believed himself to be quite capable of fooling others, despite the fact that his skin was far from looking like it did when they met, nor were the slight twitches of fear in his eyes completely gone either). Then he turned towards her, hands placed on hips as he looked at her. “You wanted me to show you around right? How about we go get a coffee at a nearby café as a reward for you helping me?” He asked her, looking at her questioningly. Soon after asking, his previously quite large pose was quickly shrinking again, hands slipping into his pockets as shoulders slumped a little again.

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muses-for-your-pleasure :

✞ —Laurencejust sat there, not really knowing what to say anymore. Cloud’s reaction wasrather…timid. He didn’t seem freaked out at all and Laurence wondered if he hadalready come to terms with what life still had in store for him. Because itdidn’t really look all too good for the boy.   He had looked at the wall behind Cloud, kind of in his own thoughts, till the other looked directly at him and,to the yakuza’s surprise, with a smile on his face. His words greatly confused the Omega, as he had never heard them before, at least not concerning him.Laurence and kind? Actually, he thought of himself as quite the opposite, as it times he found great joy in hurting other people, even getting pleasure out of it. Not like he’d have to mention that to Cloud now….   The raven was rather flabbergasted,just blinking at the other for a while as his brain, nor his tongue, seemed tobe able to produce any answer. It just was so weird to him.

  “You….are glad that you got to meet me?”he finally asked, just to confirm it once again. Maybe it was some kind ofweird joke. “It’s not like I have any reason to treat you ill. You did nothingwrong as far as I’m concerned, which is also why I’m still confused as to whattheir reason for capturing you is. Besides, your life seems to be hard enough,I don’t have to make it worse for you. I…. I kind of know how you must befeeling.        The last words were only muttered as Laurence glanced off to the side, before sighing and ruffling up his own hair.Talking to Cloud like this…. it made him want to help the youth, who had certainly not deserved this treatment, nor being sold. But if he did something to help Cloud escape, surely he would be found out soon and fired, if not killed. Focused on his thoughts, his eyes just kind of looked at Cloud’s face,without any real emotion, only a low hum coming from his throat. 

                Peregrinus— Cloud did not have any realization that the yakuza was particularly shocked by his words. As usual, he was quite out of the loop when it came to how others felt, so no one had to expect much from him when it came to sensing how one would react to what he’d say to them. However, with the little amount of social contact he had usually, it was not going to be much of an issue to begin with. Perhaps the first time that he would ever struggle with it was going to be with Laurence.           “Yes~”  He answered simply to the other’s attempt at confirmation. “Because you are kind to me. I don’t know why they captured me either, or why they do all these things to me.” He said simply as he looked down to the ground then, frowning slightly as he remained quiet. He did not really understand the other’s words of sympathy for what he was going through. After all, he did not see anything visually odd about Laurence, so he did not understand why they would treat Laurence like they did with him. Plus, Laurence seemed to be treated better than he was at this moment. So he could not possibly wrap his mind around the whole thing.              Then a slight shrug was made by the youth. “Plus, I don’t understand what these are for.. I mean, are they decoration?” He asked, showing his hands, indicating the cuffs. The ones he had seen on the pirate ship that had taken him originally had used much more futuristic ones, so he did not get the connection between the two. That, and the fact that unlike those, he could easily break these. However, he did not mention that, seeing that he did not see a reason to.

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AU Behind Smoke and Mirrors || Closed

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royalxlust :

That whole Queen/King thing was extremely comforting for him. Given his parents had the title proudly propped up on their heads, with golden crowns and rhinestones. Swarovski, Dominick. His mom would say, placing a delicate crown on the male’s head as girly as the figure himself, before his dad would snatch it from messy hair, throw it on the vanity mirror and give both a warning look. That was no more. Dominick could wear whatever he wanted now, a tiara, or a crown, or Jean’s shirts- anything was game. That made him smile rather big. “Yes! It does so, king of mine!” He also appreciated Jean’s nose brushing his skin, and leaned into the touch.

Instantly once the door was opened he stepped inside, heels clicking gently against the polished wooden floor as he basked in all the beauty that was right in front of his eyes. It wasn’t very extravagant like every fucking place that he ever stepped inside along with Jean, therefore he loved it. Their little piece of heaven right there and his knees felt weak; a finger moved to the very corner of his blue eye as he wiped a tear that began to engorge, ready to fall down along with his entire body. It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he didn’t knew yet how to deal with this new type of freedom.

His focus was only broken by Jean’s words, loud and clear and Dominick found himself sitting down on the floor to remove the heels, leaving them neatly near Jean’s shoes and he found it so funny how they matched in a mismatched way. 

Peeking around the corner, he closed the door behind them and waited till Jean was out of sight in a random room before having a rather devious idea. He wasn’t sure if he’d freak the other out, or if he’d jump right into his little trick, but… 

The dress was folded over the nearest chair, and Dominick slowly made his way towards whatever room Jean was in, leaning against the door frame and playing clueless as his body was now only covered by delicate, lacy black lingerie, with the garters on his stomach, although no stockings attached to them. “What did you found? Anything cool?” 

           MONSTRE— Jean was, naturally, quite pleased by their sudden bout of freedom. It was something that he has not had for a very long time, and even when he did, it was nothing close to what he had here. Here he could truly be himself, and there was no need to worry about the possible reaction of their parents or what they would do if they found out about their relationship.        However, if they were ever found by their parents, they needed to be prepared that they would never see each other again. As Jean was certain to be send to forever stay with his father. That would be enough for them to never meet again. Even if Dominick somehow retained his freedom. Therefor, Jean had prepared himself to make the most out of this time. Make sure that he would enjoy every second of it, as they would never be certain when it would come to and end. Jean had just opened the curtains that hid the window of their bedroom (which was large enough to cover the entire wall) and since their garden was quite large they did not have to worry about anyone seeing inside. A slight smile on his face, thinking this would be nice to have with the hot summer months.     Then, hearing Dominick's voice, his head turned towards the open door whilst speaking. "Look there is a gi-" Eyes widened as they laid upon the nearly naked figure. A slight blush showing on his features. After all, he cared a lot for the other. This was perhaps a bit too sudden and a bit too fast, or it would have been if he was not as pleased with their little 'castle' as he had been now. "Well. I found our bedroom." A playful grin playing upon his features. "And now I found you.' He spoke, fully turning towards him and stepping closer slowly. When within reach, he carefully wrapping his arm around his waist, pulling him slowly nearer. "Perhaps in the best way too." He added softly, his face close to Dominick's as he looked into his eyes. Remaining there for a while before carefully placing a small kiss upon Dominick's lips. Inviting him gently.

[musesgonnamuse]

plotting angsty threads with friends like:

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Monster behind bars || muses-for-your-pleasure

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muses-for-your-pleasure :

✞ — Cloud seemed rather upset when Laurence mentioned it, but his reaction and words didn’t really tell Laurence more, whatever it was true or not. But just because people said it, didn’t mean it was true ? Laurence just couldn’t believe it. Their world was already crazy enough, there was no way something like this existed, right ? Eyes focused on the boy in the corner while he thought, the yakuza only snapped out of his thoughts upon the sound of the cuffs rustling. He blinked for a moment, before nodding. Pushing up his glasses, he quickly rubbed his eyes, suppressing a yawn. The dim light and bad air of this room were starting to make him sleepy as well.    “Ah well, alright then. But if it does, don’t hesitate to tell me. I won’t always be the one to come down here, remember that.” It would be quite suspiscous if he would want to be the one to come down here aevery time. And it was stupid of him as well. Once again,. he had to tell himself that he shouldn’t care about this boy as much as he currently did…    When the other started to shorten his name, Laurence only raised an eyebrow and shrugged. Lau ? That sounded like a Chinese name…but whatever. The light-hearted mood soon disappeared again when Cloud asked him about his destiny. The raven sighed lightly and rubbed the back of his neck. “No, they won’t kill you, don’t worry.” There wasn’t much he really knew about theiir plans, but he would tell him what he could, hoping it would not scare the boy further

   “All I know is that they want to sell you to the highest-bidding, but what will happen beyond that would be up to whoever buys you. It seems all they care about doing right now is to not let you die and….they don’t actually know what all this ‘training’ is supposed to be for…sorry.” Laurence knew he hadn’t really made anything better, but he had no idea how to comfort Cloud.

                 Peregrinus— Cloud listened to what Laurence had to say, remaining quiet as he did. Watching him quietly, he eventually nodded lightly. “I see... Well.. at least I won’t die..” He said, although it was more than obvious that most of those who even considered buying him would most likely give him a fate worse than death. A fate of an animal in a zoo, or like a freakshow to show off to your friends. You did not have to worry about authorities, other than them finding out he was an alien, either. After all, people usually did not care for what you did to people that were not legally registered in the system. That was just how it worked.                A light smile was on the alien’s face then, looking at Laurence as he did. “But you are actually a kind person, aren’t you.” He said, although it sounded like a question, it was far from that, as it was actually just him telling Laurence what he thought of him. “I’m glad I got to meet you before I was sold then~’ He said, giggling lightly. ‘After all, you are one of the first people I met not to treat me like I’m odd, just from the moment you saw me.” He explained. The amount of times people have looked at him like he was some sort of weirdo was so often that he no longer could even count how often it happened.