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[saudadc-blog]

            “!!” He couldn’t afford to move forward from his position, retaining his stability as the rocks moved with an animate force. “Hey! Aren’t you supposed to listen to me!?” He snapped with vehemence, voice sharp and barking in the stone halls. “I said don’t go in alone! Don’t make me physically stop you, Madarao-” It wasn’t that he could stop him, nor that he believed that the Third would die: it was more of a concern that there could be Level 3′s - and perhaps 4′s - lurking within the group. He wasn’t going to seal the man to his death, damn it!

[konketsv-blog]

          “ I’m supposed to keep you safe.” Following Bak’s orders took second place to keeping the other man alive, which he was sure would infuriate the blond greatly. As he turned to face forward once more, Madarao couldn’t fight the faint smile tugging the corners of his lips upwards. “Focus on keeping everyone else safe - like you’re supposed to.” It was just a matter of jumping through the shifting spaces of the rocks, and within moments he was faced with his first akuma, a low level he was able to absorb quickly. Briefly licking his lips Madarao threw himself into the direct path of the creatures - all of his CROW skills and absorbing arm at his disposal. Hopefully this would give Bak plenty of time to get everyone to safety, including himself.

[qserasera]

otp sparring: nice

otp sparring until one of them has a back to the wall and a blade at their throat: excellent

the other person dropping their weapon and the otp is k i s s i n g: I WILL LIFT THIS TABLE AND FLI P IT

[konketsv-blog]

saudadc:

            He could see the transformed arm out of the corner of his eye, and he felt his gut twist with an influx of horrible memories [blood, dead bodies, his parents, Kanda, Alma–] before he forced them aside, focusing on the task at hand. The stones continued firing up as the demons rounded the corner on the other side, causing him to force it as fast as he could, a cold sweat forming on his skin. “Not a damn chance. We block them off, evacuate the building, and then I can help you with this,” he snapped, “I’m not throwing you in there to die! Contact HQ - can’t they send another Exorcist to help you!?”

      The sweat was visible on Bak’s face and it just convinced Madarao to cut this short. “I won’t die. If they are level three or below I can absorb.” What he would not do is allow Bak to remain behind to help him, the other may be strong but he was also extremely valuable. “To do that I would need to leave you, that is not going to happen. I’ll be enough.” Flexing his regular hand Madarao started towards the wavering stones that were once the wall. “Do not force me to keep you out of harm’s way.”

[konketsv-blog]

saudadc:

            “I’ll explain later, there’s no time! Just stay back and don’t interfere unless one of them gets through before it’s shut - we need to ensure the evacuation goes properly before even trying to face them!” He spun on the ball of his foot, racing off down the hallway and leaving a trail of blood droplets behind on the stone floor. Once he skidded around a corner, he lifted his left hand, calling upon the Sealed God - and thus shifting the rocks, making them seem like water as they melded together to create a wall.

      Lips pressed together against the urge to argue with what Bak was ordering him to do. It was not what he would have suggested been doing - but it was hardly his place yet to correct the other. So he followed instead, sprinting after the surprisingly agile blond and trying not to let his gaze drop to the blood trail. “I can stay on the other side. If it is only Akuma i’ll be able to keep them at bay long enough for the rest to get to safety.” The long cloak was easily torn from his shoulders to free his movements, revealing an arm already transformed. Still, whatever Bak was doing was extraordinary and his gaze fixed upon that. “How long do you have to stay here? You need to get to safety as well.”

[saudadc-blog]

            “…!!” He jolted with shock, immediately trying to wrench his hand away. “The perimeter’s been breached and you’re trying to ask me what happened!?” The blond snapped with vehemence, “I need to seal off the corridor! You may have your job, but I have mine- so follow me if you must, but don’t get in my way!”

[konketsv-blog]

         He was not well versed on how Bak kept the Asian Branch safe, but the sight of the man’s blood did not seem to fit in well with his ideals. “I asked what happened to you.” He corrected, hand still outreaching as if to grab onto Bak once more. Standing up to his full height, Madarao couldn’t help but fix a blood-red gaze on the other. “Tell me what you need done. And lead the way.” But if the other tried to put himself in danger, Madarao would stop it. And after this, he was going to get a full explanation of why sealing something meant blood. 

[saudadc-blog]

            “Come on, come on–” The blond grits his teeth, razor-edged canines glinting in the light as he uses the index and middle fingers of his right hand to smear the blood around in a series of severed circles. “Running out of time–”

[konketsv-blog]

           It seems as though he had taken his eyes off of the other for a mere moment, but apparently that was all it took. Silent steps crossed the distance quickly, one strong hand wrapping firmly around Bak’s clean  wrist. “What happen?” His voice was demanding as he leaned down to more fully examine what blood smeared over pale skin.

[shibaribane--move-blog]

             The blonde sighed softly, and looked over to the other.                Okay, it’s understandable that it’s new to him, but it’s old                to Link. But I guess he could just in gore it this time. 

                                      “…. Does it really suit me? That’s a first to hear                                            from you. But thank you… But I’ve had this look                                                       for a long time now… I guess you really                                           haven’t seen me in a long time..”  

[konketsv-blog]

          It was nothing that should really be an issue, and it wasn’t.           But the vast change in Link’s hair length was just a reminder           of the fact that they had been separated for years now. 

                        “ Do you think i’d lie about that?”           His tone was almost amused as he asked, but it was a subtle           hint to his voice instead of the full-blown emotion.                          “ We haven’t seen each other in years. It is                            just different. But not a bad one.” 

           Not as bad as his own difference, his now akuma-laced body.

[shibaribane--move-blog]

@konketsv

             “…Why do you keep touching my hair?                   Is it that bad I grew it out?                    Everyone seem to like it.”

[konketsv-blog]

                He redraws his fingers after suddenly being                 reminded of what he was doing. It was almost                 subconscious really. 

                                  “ No. . .”                  “ No it  is not bad. It suits you. I’m just not used                    to you with it yet.”

[aschephoenix-archive-blog]

@konketsv

        “Aren’t you worried that we might be followed?” the younger male said, while he threw another glance behind him in the dark empty streets of the town. As nice was a mission they were both assigned to, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something fishy about it.

[konketsv-blog]

             “ No.”

       Even if someone was foolish enough to follow them, they would hardly be a        threat to the both of them. Their skills were far above a normal person’s, and        just as good as an low level akuma at least. “Is there any reason you think        we will be?” The streets were quiet and calm, but that didn’t stop impending        disasters.

[konketsv-blog]

saudadc:

       With faint amusement, he realized why Renee was not a fan of Bak Chang now.

            He tensed slightly, surprise flickering over his face at the sound of             the other’s voice - it was no longer as blunt and dead as it had once             been, further confirming his words: there really was a human there,             no matter how little he acted it at times. His face warmed a fraction             with embarrassment: there was always something about getting             through to people that flustered him, no matter who they were.

            “…! Hm. I see, that’s a pity for you, then,” he blurted out, turning away             and crossing his arms over his chest. “… Well, I suppose I could go             for a cup of coffee myself, so it’s actually your lucky day. Look at             that. Lucky you. I suppose you can come along and have one, too.             I’m so generous, how will you ever thank me for this–”

            He started walking well before he was done speaking, chin lifted enough             that the tail end of his beret swayed gently as he stalked off like a child.             An embarrassed, 30 year old child. [he would never adjust to being the             one who made people sound a little less heavy-hearted in such a horrible             war.]

        The blond’s immediate reaction actually shocked Madarao, and he found           himself holding back an amused look. It was not the reaction he thought          that he’d get, which really just made it all the more entertaining. This job          had the chance to be by far one of the most entertaining yet. “Very lucky          of me.” He intoned, trying to regulate his voice to a more even level.

         Luckily he could easily follow after Link’s shorter strides despite the other          having a head start on him. The Asian Branch would undoubtedly be a          very entertaining place to spend his time. “I can only offer you my words          as thanks.” Madarao didn’t know what egged him on to answer like that,          it was probably the other’s purposeful stomping away. 

         Maybe he wanted to tease the other for his big reactions, just a bit.

[shibaribane--move-blog]

                                Together we are stronger                             And nothing can tear us apart. 

[tokusas]

[konketsv-blog]

thirds

[bunchofrpmemes]

Bold all that apply:

[konketsv-blog]

Bold all that apply:

My muse knows how to…

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock

[konketsv-blog]

saudadc:

            Of all things, he hadn’t expected silence - part of him had expected the Third             to brush off his words, to claim he was ignorant, just like Central always had.             Though Madarao’s expression was not visible to him, due to the fabric hanging             over his face, Bak was not necessarily concerned about backlash - not now. 

            “… I know it’s a common mindset.”

            His tone spoke volumes of his thoughts on the matter, dark and vehement with             remorse and disgust at the prospect of people not being considered people. He             retained his straight-backed stance, eyes remaining focused on the small swath             of fabric hanging down from beneath the other’s hat, eyes widening a fraction in             surprise.

            “… Good. … If I’m able to order you around so easily, then maybe you             should also stop thinking that way about yourself, hm? … And get some             coffee if you want it. … Wong makes it very well.”

      Through his uniform he found himself locking eyes with Bak, despite the low        likelihood  of the other noticing. The fabric was rather thigh and for good reason.        But there was something about the other’s vehement opposition to his place in        the Order that had Madarao paying a little bit more attention. Maybe even growing        a greater sense of respect for the head of the Asian Branch.         His expression didn’t change, but as he spoke there was a hint of amusement and        lightness to his tone. “My thoughts have always been my own.” He’d follow orders        and adhere to the teachings of CROW and the Order for his own reasons, “And I can’t        go and get a coffee unless you’re within sight while I’m doing so.” A small hint that        he assumed the other was intelligent enough to pick up on. 

       With faint amusement, he realized why Renee was not a fan of Bak Change now.

[konketsv-blog]

saudadc:

            “… Don’t you ever say that to me.”

            It brought on feelings of physical ailment: a permeating sense of nausea             that threatened to overwhelm his otherwise calm composure; azure hues             were dark with looming rage as he turned his gaze on the other man, his               discomfort cast aside in light of such words - words inherently             unnecessary, yet used far too often in this damnable war. He could have             worked to ignore his existence, certainly - but that final statement had gone             too far.

            “You’re not a weapon. NONE of you are! You shouldn’t tell me to             consider you one, not even if you consider yourself to be just that!”

          Silence hung in the air in the moments after Bak’s very firm order, one which took           even Madarao by surprise. Renee Epstain had never held such misgivings,though           he can remember now the disgust and horror on Bak’s face as he and his sister           were introduced. 

          “ My apologies. Not many are against the idea. It is a common mindset.”

          But he didn’t necessarily think of himself as a weapon a negative light, Madarao           was glad to have the skills to be able to be a potential help now, instead of only able           to watch from the safety of the Order.  A part of him though, almost wanted to thank           Bak. Through his entire time with the Order, he was a means to an end - nothing more.          “ I will attempt to keep my distance, and not say that again. “                                                                Thank you. 

[saudadc-blog]

            “… It isn’t something that must be done, that’s the damn joke here.”

            He finally cast a glance over his shoulder at the Third Exorcist, azure             hues dark and narrowed with obvious distrust. “I’m safe in the Asian             Branch. I’ve proven time and again that I am capable of handling             a threat on my own. I don’t need someone to protect me in my             own home.”

[konketsv-blog]

        Bak was allowed to be as displeased with this as he wanted, but this was hardly         something that Madarao had a say in - and even if he did this was not something         he would argue against. “Your safety is a priority, no matter how competent         you are. Simply ignore me if you wish to forget that you’ve been assigned a         guard.”         He had been warned that this may not be an easy assignment, they were not wrong.         “ Or think of me as another weapon to help you protect yourself.”

[konketsv-blog]

headcanon

we know that the third’s cannot heal like kanda & alma, but instead they can heal themselves from massive injuries if they are able to absorb akuma. the higher level the akuma the more they heal. hence why tokusa cannot heal himself after having his arms cut off because he had no quick way to absorb akuma.