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[myskiniscrawling]

An explanation

Something I feel to all of you who have stuck around.

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[kishinofmadness]

Kid chose to make his presence know by placing a single finger against Asura's back, following the bumps of his spine down through the fabric of his shirt. The madness he felt in the older reaper's wavelength was so familiar now, and it mixed with his own like puzzle pieces slotting together. "Hello, brother," he said, voice low. "How long has it been?"

Asura jumped at first, not expecting the ghostly touch down his spine. Of course, a moment later, the familiar complimentary madness of Kid’s soul touched his own calming his fear. The Kishin sighed, arching his back into the tracing finger like a cat. “Too long, little brother. Where did you run off to this time?” 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

  So apparently handing some control over could be fun. Who knew? But Kid wasn’t about to become perfectly submissive. Tilting his head so he could whisper in Asura’s ear, his fingers threaded through his brother’s hair as he did so. “Well, I’m right here. And I can always learn what exactly makes you tick while we’re at it.”

[kishinofmadness]

"Am I still that much of a mystery? Glad to hear it," Asura laughed softly, tugging at Kid’s earlobe. "I thought for a second that you’d figured me out entirely." 

Finally getting the damned thing untied, he slipped the fabric from Kid’s neck, moving down to press his lips against his slow steady pulse. 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

"I’m getting there. Finding sense in chaos isn't exactly easy." Kid replied absently, letting his head tilt to the side lazily to allow Asura more room. His fingers trailed down to tug at the collar of the other reaper's shirt. "I think I know you well enough though, even if your intentions do sometimes confuse me."

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

"You'll have to forgive me for staring," Mako apologized, flashing the young reaper small, charming-but-crooked smile. "You see, I haven't had much sleep as of late, and my mind was wandering elsewhere." He settled into the surrounding madness with ease, almost seeming to find comfort in it.

Kid watched his soul carefully, golden eyes piercing in contrast to the darkness he surrounded himself in. "It isn't particularly wise to come to beings like myself if you aren't in the right mind," he mused. "Or maybe that's only the case for some. You seem right at home in this madness."

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

((ooc: feel better friend u__u *throws hug at you*))

//-snuggles you- Thanks bby <3

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

Alright then... let's report to my father.

[evil-looks-best-in-a-suit]

The Dark god softly grinned at his youngest’s illness. His black heart lightly swelling on memories of taking care of the child back in the day. None of the other ancients were around to see his momentarily lapse of weakness as he lightly lifted off his waist coat, putting it on the little reaper’s shoulders and then knelt down to pick him up and carry him to a private room for rest. "Come Kidd. A prodigy such as yourself should not dignify himself with the likes of human illnesses. Now respect my wishes and depart into the dark world that lies under your eyelids. Father will take care of you for the evening."

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

Usually, he would protest anyone treating him anything like this. But he was tired and ill, and in all honesty he really couldn't care less about keeping up appearances at that moment. It's hard to be threatening when your head's pounding and you can't stop sniffling anyway. "Mm. Okay." He replied lazily, already drifting off.

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

kishinofmadness replied to your post: //I’m sick and moody and don’t feel like doing...

//Hope you feel better, love.

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//Yuck. D: Feel better~

//Thank you bbys <3

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

//I'm sick and moody and don't feel like doing much of anything so I'm drifting between here and my personal for awhile I guess.

[kishinofmadness]

Kid chose to make his presence know by placing a single finger against Asura's back, following the bumps of his spine down through the fabric of his shirt. The madness he felt in the older reaper's wavelength was so familiar now, and it mixed with his own like puzzle pieces slotting together. "Hello, brother," he said, voice low. "How long has it been?"

Asura jumped at first, not expecting the ghostly touch down his spine. Of course, a moment later, the familiar complimentary madness of Kid’s soul touched his own calming his fear. The Kishin sighed, arching his back into the tracing finger like a cat. “Too long, little brother. Where did you run off to this time?” 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

  Now that was just cruel. Kid couldn’t help the moan which escaped his throat, torn between the touches being too much and not nearly enough. Pulling Asura into a bruising kiss, he was determined to wipe the smirk off his brother’s face, and to put his thoughts back into order too.

"You know me too well." He was able to force the words out between them.

[kishinofmadness]

Nothing was better than watching his uptight little brother lose control. Especially when he was the cause of it. That moan was delicious. Asura wanted more. “Not nearly well enough,” he hissed back between breaths as one hand slide between them, tugging the silky ascot around Kid’s neck. 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

So apparently handing some control over could be fun. Who knew? But Kid wasn't about to become perfectly submissive. Tilting his head so he could whisper in Asura's ear, his fingers threaded through his brother's hair as he did so. "Well, I'm right here. And I can always learn what exactly makes you tick while we're at it."

[kishinofmadness]

Kid chose to make his presence know by placing a single finger against Asura's back, following the bumps of his spine down through the fabric of his shirt. The madness he felt in the older reaper's wavelength was so familiar now, and it mixed with his own like puzzle pieces slotting together. "Hello, brother," he said, voice low. "How long has it been?"

Asura jumped at first, not expecting the ghostly touch down his spine. Of course, a moment later, the familiar complimentary madness of Kid’s soul touched his own calming his fear. The Kishin sighed, arching his back into the tracing finger like a cat. “Too long, little brother. Where did you run off to this time?” 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

  Whatever Kid had planned to reply with melted off his tongue. He inhaled sharply, his face losing it’s usual whiteness to a touch of pink, fingers suddenly holding on rather than just touching. “How about a leash then?” He breathed eventually.

[kishinofmadness]

Asura’s grin grew into a full on smirk at that reaction. “For you, maybe.” Giving one last lingering trace over the center line, he bite down, trapping Kid’s lip between his teeth as he teased it with his tongue. As he did, his nails scratched down the center of Kid’s back, where he knew his suit jacket hid another set of sensitive marks. 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

Now that was just cruel. Kid couldn't help the moan which escaped his throat, torn between the touches being too much and not nearly enough. Pulling Asura into a bruising kiss, he was determined to wipe the smirk of his brother's face, and to put his thoughts back into order too.

"You know me too well." He was able to force the words out between them.

[kishinofmadness]

Kid chose to make his presence know by placing a single finger against Asura's back, following the bumps of his spine down through the fabric of his shirt. The madness he felt in the older reaper's wavelength was so familiar now, and it mixed with his own like puzzle pieces slotting together. "Hello, brother," he said, voice low. "How long has it been?"

Asura jumped at first, not expecting the ghostly touch down his spine. Of course, a moment later, the familiar complimentary madness of Kid’s soul touched his own calming his fear. The Kishin sighed, arching his back into the tracing finger like a cat. “Too long, little brother. Where did you run off to this time?” 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

  Goosebumps prickled on Kids skin, and he pressed further into the touch, looking about as indulged as he felt with his lazy smirk and arched back. “Mm~. Or maybe I’ll decide to carry you around with me before you can.”

[kishinofmadness]

"Kid, that would look absolutely ridiculous," Asura replied, deciding that taking it literally would be the best answer. He liked the response those touches earned him. Still grinning, he traced Kid’s bottom lip with his tongue. 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

Whatever Kid had planned to reply with melted off his tongue. He inhaled sharply, his face losing it's usual whiteness to a touch of pink, fingers suddenly holding on rather than just touching. "How about a leash then?" He breathed eventually.

[kishinofmadness]

Kid chose to make his presence know by placing a single finger against Asura's back, following the bumps of his spine down through the fabric of his shirt. The madness he felt in the older reaper's wavelength was so familiar now, and it mixed with his own like puzzle pieces slotting together. "Hello, brother," he said, voice low. "How long has it been?"

Asura jumped at first, not expecting the ghostly touch down his spine. Of course, a moment later, the familiar complimentary madness of Kid’s soul touched his own calming his fear. The Kishin sighed, arching his back into the tracing finger like a cat. “Too long, little brother. Where did you run off to this time?” 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

  Something which had previously been filled with emptiness tugged inside Kid’s chest. He almost felt that he should apologize for being gone so often. Especially when being here with Asura made him feel so complete. “I know.” He said instead, leaning into his brother.

[kishinofmadness]

The Kishin smiled, nuzzling the lines on Kid’s mouth with the tip of his nose. Typical. He’d be insulted if he didn’t know better. His hands moved slowly up and down Kid’s back, tracing up and down his spine. “One day, I’m going to get tired of you running off, and I’m just going to chain you up in my bedroom. Don’t worry. I’ll feed you. Sometimes.” 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

Goosebumps prickled on Kids skin, and he pressed further into the touch, looking about as indulged as he felt with his lazy smirk and arched back. "Mm~. Or maybe I'll decide to carry you around with me before you can."

[elliotthezubat]

Seira was starting to feel frightened, but kept a straight face, not saying anything. “…”

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

Kid grinned, waiting out her silence before finally speaking again. “Are you scared? Because I think you are.”

[elliotthezubat]

"D-don’t be ridiculous." She responded, her hands shaking slightly.

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

"Come on, you're terrified. There's no need to be though." He held out his hand, letting wisps of darkness dance over his fingers like water. "Come into the madness."

[kishinofmadness]

Kid chose to make his presence know by placing a single finger against Asura's back, following the bumps of his spine down through the fabric of his shirt. The madness he felt in the older reaper's wavelength was so familiar now, and it mixed with his own like puzzle pieces slotting together. "Hello, brother," he said, voice low. "How long has it been?"

Asura jumped at first, not expecting the ghostly touch down his spine. Of course, a moment later, the familiar complimentary madness of Kid’s soul touched his own calming his fear. The Kishin sighed, arching his back into the tracing finger like a cat. “Too long, little brother. Where did you run off to this time?” 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

  Teasing is never as fun as the result anyway. Raising a hand to rest on Asura’s neck, Kid pressed their lips together, relaxing easily into the kiss.

[kishinofmadness]

Asura felt his body relax, tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding seeming to melt out of his body as his arms found their way around the mad Reaper’s slim waist. He always felt better when he was all together with Kid, his fragmented soul calling for it’s other self when they were apart. “I missed you,” he whispered, moving back just a breath. 

[myskiniscrawling-archive]

Something which had previously been filled with emptiness tugged inside Kid's chest. He almost felt that he should apologize for being gone so often. Especially when being here with Asura made him feel so complete. "I know." He said instead, leaning into his brother.