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imbruedinfear·:

       This is weird. Just plain weird. He’s had bodyguards nearly his entire life, save for the few years he was basically imprisoned, but he’d never had a child guarding him – much less a twilight. He’s known quite a few from his previous life in crime, but never bothered to talk to any longer than absolutely necessary. They’re odd. And uncomfortable, when you start thinking about it too much.

       “Yeah,” the idol nods and steps forward, reaching around the door frame to flick the light switch. The room is pretty simple: a double bed, a night stand, a closet, and a dresser with a tv, his old PS3, and its games on top. There’s no decorations save for the window’s drapes, matching black to the bedspread. Somewhere to sleep, at least. 

       Kyosuke lets the twilight take in the room’s information before tapping the kid’s shoulder to gain his attention back, tilting his head and brushing a hand through his own hair. “Are you hungry?” Doesn’t particularly matter if he is or not ( he’s making dinner anyways ) but it’s at least something aside from the silence – even if he has to fill the void with his own voice.

        An entire room just for himself? Unheard of. Maybe this is a test or a reason for his client to punish him. Nicolas would have to test out the mood, later on. He peeks into the room once more to take in every detail. The bed looks comfortable and much bigger than necessary. Nicolas does not sleep more than four hours a night and he normally does so on the hard ground. With a bed, who knows how well he might sleep?

        “...” He notices the black box on the dresser but doesn’t ask what it is. He’s never seen one before but it didn’t seem dangerous so the twilight would leave it alone for now. 

        His head snaps back in the direction of Kyosuke. Beady eyes scouring the room once more before stopping at the kitchen area. Hungry? Yes, very. He nods his head once but does not make any other move. He stands perfectly still near his room awaiting orders.

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imbruedinfear·:

       Well, this is… just great. A little kid, a twilight, and deaf – wrapped up in a nice bow of doesn’t know sign language and appears to not have any clue who he’s even working for. Business is shitty these days, apparently. He doesn’t even want to know how much the company paid; it’s guaranteed to piss him off.

       “Keeps certain men from shooting you. C’mon,” the idol sighs and turns his back to the boy, sulking heading back to his apartment without double-checking if the kid was following him. He has a million questions, but asking any of them is most likely going to get him another blank stare or shrug of shoulders. Once they’ve entered his apartment, he tosses his bag on the couch and moves to unlock the only door painted white ( instead of black ) in the whole flat. “This room’s yours,” he speaks only after making sure Nic was looking at him. “You know it’s a 24/7 job, right? Do you need clothes?”

       Even if he weren’t deaf, there’s absolutely no way his father would ever allow him to watch television. There’s no possible way for Nicolas to know who Kyosuke is-- in fact, he doesn’t even know what an idol is. All he knows is that he has a job to do, albeit a job given to him solely because his father didn’t want him around anymore, but still a job Nicolas plans on taking seriously.

       He follows the idol silently. Heightened senses are weary the entire trip to his client’s apartment, waiting for an attack that doesn’t come. His gaze travels across the room, memorizing the order of everything within the immediate room. 

       His room? Nicolas cocks his head to the side. He’s never had a room for himself, before. Then again, this is his first solo job-- a place to sleep would be necessary, even if the tagged youth spent very little time actually asleep. He steps closer to the room, curiosity getting the better of him, but stops just at the threshold. It’s dark inside... He returns his attention to Kyosuke. 

       "Sleep...” It’s difficult remembering the words and how to properly pronounce them. “In there?”

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hxgure·:

The ghost of his past yet not entirely a ghost. Not a hallucination that had manifested a younger version of him, where he had yet to see just how much more cruel the world can be. In this life, nothing didn’t favor his kind. It was only a matter of time until his former self fell prey to that– even more than what he had experienced at that age. Two doomed souls, one far more doomed than the other. Salvation almost feels possible.

Almost. Nothing but wishful thinking. Looks like those around him had managed to infect him with that. There was no hope, at least not for him. Not even his former self. Fate was funny like that.

‘Fate.’

A chuckle spilled from the lips of the older Tagged, a somber gaze lingered off to the side for a moment. 

‘Focus. There’s that and there’s this.’

His former self reminded him a lot of a pup, confused and lost. Almost even shrunk back at the unknown yet held his ground. Observing, trying to understand. Nicolas had signed if he had ate something. In the past, he was fed the bare minimum as well as the bare minimum of dosage of celebre. Indulging his kid self with a good meal he knew he would’ve appreciated but didn’t have an exact way of asking him in a way he could understand. Maybe he would follow him if he kept looking back.

Long strides as he moved forward, back turned to his former self, the Tagged looked back with a slight tilt of his head as if saying, ‘come on, follow me’. He made sure to wait for him to catch up if it managed to click.

        The bruises should be clear indicators of what time-line he’s from, though not being able to sign back or understand what was signed to him definitely made it perfectly clear. 

        “?” Head tilts in the opposite direction of his older self’s tilted head-- mimicking without meaning to mimic. It’s in his nature to speak using motions. Words were far and few between, for his father hated his voice and if father hated it, then everyone else did too. 

        Oh, they’re leaving already? Nicolas takes one step forward. He wants to, desperately wants to follow after them-- but if he leaves now he might not be able to get back in time for his dosage. Fingers tremble around the sword he holds so dearly, split between wanting to go and having to stay. 

        Ultimately he decides on following his elder self, whom he has no idea is his elder self. Nicolas doesn’t look at himself in the mirror very often so he barely knows what he looks like, other than having the thought that he’s some kind of horrifying monster. He doesn’t continue moving until after surveying the entire area around him to make sure his father isn’t watching and that none of the men in his service are around, either. Once he’s sure it’s clear he walks very slowly, keeping his head down and staying a good distance behind them.

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imbruedinfear·:

       Oh. Fuck, that’s annoying. Kyosuke stares at the child before him with a blank expression, utterly indifferent to the news of his deafness aside from the irritating memories it brought to the forefront of his mind. A deaf little brother who screamed too loud when he was excited and being the one forced to learn it and teach it to the thing ( while barely old enough to understand it himself ) was an old nightmare — and cause for agitation. “Do you know sign language?” Whatever if he does, whatever if he doesn’t. They’ll figure it out. Reaching into his pocket, the idol pulls an all-black ring from its depths, and he offers it to the strange kid. “Right hand. Wear it.” Understood or not, speaking is his nature.

        Nicolas shares the same expression as the man in front of him-- completely blank, with no emotion shown as he shakes his head from side to side in answer. His overgrown, messy hair tussles about until his head comes to a stop, strands of black hair blocking his vision until he swipes them out of his way a second later. 

        “?” Head tilts to the side, once again forcing hair to move about, as a black ring is placed into the palm of his left hand. He rubs it between his forefinger and thumb, flipping it over and examining all sides of it before slowly slipping it onto one of his fingers. He stares at it as it lays perfectly still all the way at the bottom, past his knuckle. 

        Now that it’s there, Nic raises his gaze back to his client-- head still slightly cocked to the side.

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imbruedinfear·:

       Kyosuke inwardly sighs at the sight of the child bowing. While he grew up in cultures which greatly emphasized showing respect, he’s always hated the notion of bowing — but it was far easier than remembering honorific titles and styles of speech. “Speaking is more respectful than bowing.” A brow arches a bit, and he inspects the kid’s appearance ( Jesus Christ ) before rubbing the back of his neck. He’s never even been near a twilight before, why did the company hire one? And a child at that? “Do you know who I am?” Might as well try.

        Nicolas, again, doesn’t respond to the comment spoken about speaking for he doesn’t hear it. His bow is long and he doesn’t raise his head until long after his client has finished speaking. He can, however, feel his eyes digging into every inch of him-- examining his bruises and ending on the tags that dangle from his neck. His expression does not break-- a mask of pure indifference as Nicolas tilts his head at the question, not entirely sure what is being said. He has no idea who this guy is-- not being allowed to watch television kept Nicolas in the dark about a lot of pop-culture. He does know that he should tell his client that he can’t hear, otherwise he may grow frustrated. 

        “I...” He starts, voice deep and wavering. “cANt ‘ere’.”

[monstrous-twilight]

imbruedinfear·:

       Well, when they said he was getting a new personal bodyguard, he surely the shit wasn’t expecting a child. Pausing at the sight of the boy, the idol tilts his head in brief curiosity before letting out a soft sigh. It’s not like he has any control over whoever the company hires for him.

       —— “How old are you?”

        Nicolas approaches the idol without saying a word, such is normal for him. His father taught him young to never speak without explicit permission and even then, Nic liked to keep it short. 

        When he’s directly in front of his ‘client’, the tagged child bows respectfully. It’s only once his father is gone - after he collects payment - that his body physically relaxes, if only slightly. 

        “...” He doesn’t answer the question, merely stays vigilant. His job isn’t to converse, anyways - it’s to protect.

[asoldieronce-blog]

I hate when people say “survivor”.

Because “Survivor” means that you made it out

And I dont think all of me did.

[nothingcasual]

[wordsnquotes]

“I was born good but had grown progressively worse every year.”

— Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

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[orenjisan]

run boy, run, they’re dying to stop you

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A thread where Nicolas is hired as a bodyguard but the person who hired him didn’t know that they’d be getting a literal CHILD but they already paid so what are they supposed to do now

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@hxgure

        Wallace is still in the process of teaching him sign language, so when the larger tagged standing in front of him begins to use his fingers in ways that looked familiar, Nic did not understand. He’s utterly confused and has yet to put two and two together.

        He clutches his katana close to his chest -- staring intently at the tagged individual.

[rpsituations-blog]

Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

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[kurrusu]