il sole . . .

☀ caesar zeppeli, for academy of despair. SHSL casanova. murders: 0, deaths: 0, executions: 2

[bestraffa]

eclipse.

[bestraffa]

"Is that so? Anything? Now, is that what you truly desire? To put me in an authoritarian position and claim full control of what I feel you deserve…? Hmm…” On cue, he feigned thoughtfulness with a curt tap to his chin. To be able to do whatever he felt was a worthwhile reward for someone who so often proved his worth for such a privilege. A reward for his patience, was it? He thought— well, faked— about it all. Lips would curve into a conniving smile as those sanguines move to gaze upon his roseate-tinted companion. His betrothed. His possession. 

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[oro-girasole]

It was time to submit. To accept that fully. Perhaps Reiji knew this, too... more than just simple teasing. He always was so observant, always attento.

Although... ah, he did not have the time to regard it further.

"Ah--" A small noise, one of surprise but not discontent as Reiji handled him to his fancy. His blush crept a bit darker onto his cheeks with his loss of sight; the other loomed over him in command, in control... for a moment, Caesar felt regret. But underneath the tension he forcibly created he knew lay a coy smile, one that would later tease him further depending on his actions. This was a game; he would certainly... play, it seemed.

Reiji's purr requested his response. "... ...No." His voice felt strange, disconnected, as if disturbing a moment that was not his to disrupt. He remained quiet to listen, terms ordered in that continued soft whisper. Punishment? That natural feeling of regret was slowly returning... but he did not hate it.

Not yet. In fact, he quite... liked it. The casanova, guilty in acts of shallow love... seemed to enjoy being dominated.

Gesú Cristo.

[oro-girasole]

felicità ❀ reiji

[bestraffa]

Love no longer became an abstract word to him. It is true that could hardly grasp such a concept. Abstract, being the absence of concrete evidence and understanding, is a concept of which eluded Reiji for the longest time in his endless years. Accepting baseless truths was beyond him for awhile— not until accepting that there are some aspects of life where concrete did not apply. Aspects of emotion, things exclusive to the individual, that the individual themselves must explore. Despite the years and years of Reiji’s loneliness, never was he given a chance to truly explore those abstracts. Never truly given the light of day to allow himself the luxury of letting himself feel for a change. A fear had long nagged at his nerves. A fear of imperfection and flaw. Those fears no longer held as tight a grip on him… no longer…

Not with Caesar, at least. Never with Caesar.

Bathed in the Moon and stars, he receives and reciprocates the Italian’s love. No interruptions loomed in the background, ambiance only belying in distant waves colliding with a shallow shoreline just yards away from their supernatural standing. A world of ambiance, an oceanic environs where not a self-conscious soul existed besides them. Them, them, only them.

It is them who would share this moment together. A kiss laced with heat and light, a spark Reiji felt clearly on his lips. Controlled, yet potent, he felt it conduct between a connection of tongues as well, a brief encounter before they both had pulled away, where Reiji had been left breathless in response. Those toxic kisses craving an ethereal form, craving to leave their impressions on Reiji’s body. An everlasting, repetitious reminder to him that this moment too good to be true is in fact reality all along. Repeated shocks entice the skin, some spots more susceptible than others. Some more sensitive. A sharp exhale, although controlled, he allows himself to melt under the other’s conductive lips.

It was only until a thin layer of skin had been marked did a hiccup in Reiji’s aerial stability make itself known. A minor drop in elevation induced by a Lichtenberg sunlight singeing the flesh of his neck. A sharp inhale, its intentions possibly to express arousal, possibly shock. Possibly both. Nevertheless, the sudden shock elicited a peculiar reaction both on his anatomy and in his actions. The vampire nudges away, cautious, regaining his composure and aerial stability. Beneath the mask of an early night’s sky, a lingering mark would be left upon the vampire’s collar; a branching figure that would prove difficult to hide, and yet… Reiji is completely unaware of those lasting effects…

That Caesar truly is something else.

"Such a bold man, you are, Casanova." His lips curve into a smug grin, initial shock simply pushed aside. "What was that? Were you a little too excited…?"

[oro-girasole]

Abstract... was an apt description for what this had become. Astratto. What they had become, in a way. Love itself and the concepts that surrounded it were equally ambiguous in their concrete definition, because concrete simply didn't exist in feeling and emotion. Love was void of logic and rationality, devotion shared between those who took the risk necessary to accept it. Caesar had long been interested in only its most shallow forms... now, however, he had fallen to the absolute murky depths where a sea of Reiji existed. A sea watched pleasantly by the moon and all of its stars. Only he, only he... this was his heart's song. Something he would have never considered in the past, a beautiful and happy circumstance... ...ah.

That's what this was, wasn't it? ...He did not hate being here.

In this moment, that realization had begun. He no longer simply suspected; no, he knew with the utmost confidence. If it meant they could be together like this, suspended in what could perhaps be described as a storybook fantasy between the most unlikely of lovers, yes... he did not hate it in the slightest. He would take every negative necessary to make this eternal: every day of pain, every single terrible potion and concoction if it meant Reiji would be there on the other side every time.

Fate itself worked in the most strange of ways, Caesar had learned in his young life; this, too, was fate. Strange but not unwelcome was what he could call this experience among many other things. In its most natural state, strange... but what he had perhaps been waiting for his entire life. A casanova no longer... was it too soon to call it love?

Too soon for absolute truth?

Verità... Truly, madly, deeply intoxicated by his storm...

In both his own lips and Reiji himself, the lightning was present between them. Present in the way they kissed, in the way they touched... the way his heart raced and seemed to beat against his chest for an escape. No relief came; he remained anxious in the best way. Nervous and excited... yes, eccitato. Eccitato. Certainly aroused, as well, it was only natural. He had wandered from Reiji's lips, pale rose petals, to his jaw, his cheek, his neck--

... ... Hm?

And just like that, the spell was temporarily broken. Equally surprised as Reiji pulled away, Caesar met his gaze with a careful expression. The hamon had wandered to his lips, yes, but did it hurt? Did he make a mistake? But it had felt so right-- "R-Reiji--" This concern was evident in his eyes which followed every subtlety of Reiji's face ... .. ... but the other spoke, then. Teasing, teasing as always. He exhaled, regaining his composure. Of course.

"... ...Can you really blame me?" He laughed softly, reaching up with only minor hesitation before touching the other's cheek. "An act of nature, it was."

"The Sun craves his Moon, bene?"

[oro-girasole]

sweet treats ☀ etihw

The day had been surprisingly... fun. It was not that he expected it to be a bad one, not at al, but he didn't actually have any plans until plans were more or less forced upon him. Yes, in perhaps a literal sense, he had ended up in a devil outfit of some sort to accompany and match a woman who was not devilish in the slightest. Except maybe when she had ideas like this.

Even so, he would concede (not verbally or right off the bat, of course) that his day with her had been a good one. She always knew how to have fun, something he often... forgot about here. Something he forgot often at home, as well. Always a man of discipline, of rigid intention and respect; even his romances were often methodical. She was teaching him to let go of that, an important lesson he felt... thankful for...

People like her... yes. He wanted to spend more time with them. Meraviglioso.

Following their day of treats and tricks, they now found themselves occupying a bench in the park, staring at a beautiful fountain. It really had been fun and relaxing... he basked in the moment with her in brief silence before brandishing from his bag a rather proud looking bottle. Wine, of course -- he had managed to find Italian, as well, a type of wine he was familiar with. Lucky.

"Does the lady drink?"

[oro-girasole]

Of course his tiny goddess friend had planned on dressing up for the occasion. She looked so adorable stopping by! ... But what Caesar hadn't expected was Eti's... plans for him, as well.

Insisting upon an escort -- assuring him it would be the "gentlemanly" thing to do (how devious of her, indeed, to say this) -- Caesar, much to his chagrin, was now walking around with her dressed as this. He was too old for this, much too old...

Imbarazzante... and yet, she seemed overjoyed. So maybe it wasn't that bad.

[oro-girasole]

"Caaaaaaaaeeesar!!!" And she's once again knocking at room 200's door. At least she could rely on Caesar, he was always so nice! "Do you recognize the dress? It's the one you recommended me! I found a black cape so I could look like a Devil better. How do I look?" Big ol' smile! "Oh, but that's not important. Trick or Treat?!! Give me only the best!"

Ah, she's earlier than he thought. Opening the door, his eyes lit up -- she wasn't kidding, there was the dress!

"Bella, bella!" He beamed. "Didn't I say you would look stunning?"

He reached on the other side of the door for a rather modest looking pumpkin pale, holding out a large candy bar. Only the best, she had said.

"If you can believe it," An eye roll, "Nobody else wants to humor the holiday, here." At least Reiji had a better excuse -- sleeping -- than Rohan... as usual. 

[bestraffa]

eclipse.

[bestraffa]

"Good."

Now, how on Earth was he to commence this return of a favor? My, he did not expect such an activity to be so difficult to carry out. It is said to be a natural act between two individuals in love. Love, he felt, was far too strong of a word however. Love, an emotion even now he finds difficult to swallow and accept. Although, he does indeed acknowledge such exist within him, the acceptance thereof… a difficult task, indeed.

At last, the vampire makes his move, gloved hand resting on the other’s unoccupied leg. Sanguines cast their gaze upon the boyish Italian, greens meeting his own reds.

"Your presence and performance at trials have been above average as of late. Compounded with other little favors you have unconsciously done for me over the course of these few months, you are quite overdue for a reward, aren’t you?" A reward in the shape of a lewd act of which Reiji is consciously putting off performing. Consent was not an issue— moreso, this was… incredibly outside of his comfort zone. "Do enlighten me on the things you desire most, within reason. I have all rights of refusing your demands, in turn, wasting your grand opportunity altogether."

[oro-girasole]

Well. That certainly wasn't what he expected.

It wasn't a bad thing, of course, but the shock showed readily on his face. Redily, even... he was already growing pink. Was this Reiji's intention? With words like desire and demands... favors and rewards--ah, that hand on his leg. Sospetto. This had to be what he meant. But how could he even reply to such a thing like that, such a vague offer? As always, Reiji was an ambiguous sort. A mystery, an active phantom, his quiet shadow... and he certainly prided himself on that. Pride. Orgoglio. ...Ah, was he...?

Caesar sat up, then, running a hand through his hair. He had definitely considered this once or twice  -- perhaps more if he was forced to admit it -- but to actually be posed with this question? A rare opportunity indeed. He struggled with what to say, the pink in his cheeks spreading even to his ears. Everything that had to do with Reiji, whether it be acts of love or sexual desire... it was all foreign to him. Uncomfortably so. Commitment itself, like this; hah, what a concept. 

Nevertheless, he attempted to reply, "... ...B-bene... ...I mean... ...ah..." Strike one. Why was this so frustratingly difficult? His boyishness was showing once more as he sighed heavily.

"... Anything like... that you chose to do, I-I would.... accept." 

[bestraffa]

eclipse.

[bestraffa]

These days have been nothing but silence and doldrums over these past few days, haven’t they? Without the school’s typical clamor, the boys fell into a round of doldrums and inactivity. Their sleeping schedules never seen to align perfectly, leaving one party drowsy as the other would rise form a good night’s (or day’s, in Reiji’s case) rest. Very rarely do their schedules overlap; they seem to see each other more prominently on the weekends where Reiji rises early. 

This vampire’s morning, he wished to spend a little more time with the Italian if he could help it. After all, Caesar earned this. After all, the time they could spend alone with one another was severely limited, so he may as well make the best of it all.

The vampire motions to take a seat at the edge of his own bed. "Come. Sit with me."

"I would like to talk to you about something."

[oro-girasole]

This was extremely true, as well; their time together, especially alone, had the worst time limit. Even as one chose to slightly alter their schedule -- which had turned into a natural trade off of sorts -- there was still a matter of how short it always was. It seemed no amount of sacrifice would make this notably different; he, however, was mostly okay with it. If given the chance, he would ask for more, of course... but he was not unhappy.

No, these days were mostly clear skies. The Sun was bright and proud.

The other had a softness to his voice. Beckoning, dolce... Caesar rose and did as was requested of him, sitting beside his partner. Ah, he certainly felt relaxed, especially as he regarded his body language. There was a recline in his posture -- still elegant, still refined -- that seemed to match the calm timbre in his words. He too couldn't help but allow himself the luxury of relaxation; he sat forward, propping his elbows on his knees, his chin on his hands. Boyishly, he smiled.

"I am listening, bene?"

[oro-girasole]

my body

haha bru h

[abstersivetournure]

Submit costume suggestions for my character to wear for Halloween, and they'll respond!

[bestraffa]

eclipse.

He spent an ungodly amount of time flipping through lewd material for a certain someone’s well-earned reward… His performance in that one particular trial had been more than exceptional, coupled with the various months of proving himself time and time again that he is indeed well worth the vampire’s time, well, he does deserve a treat, doesn’t he? That, he does. It was all a manner of how on Earth could he provide a proper gift for a Casanova? Well, the simple answer to that was performing acts that hopelessly-in-love romantics would come to appreciate. Of course, the steps into the dangerous territory of adult material… Now that he considers it, “Casanova” no longer applied to the Italian, did it?

Ah, not that it mattered now. He had better things in mind. More important things.

His return trip was a hasty one, his mind repeatedly replaying certain things he wished to carry out in order to properly reward Caesar with his hard-earned gift. Room #200, with Kishibe Rohan’s death, was dreadfully quiet. Quiet, yet not at all dreary. A pleasant silence, as sickening as it was to realize, he thought. The door is unlocked and opened, the vampire stepping inside and allowing that very door to close behind him. Along with a satisfying “clock” of a now-locked door, Reiji parts his lips to speak. "Are you free?"

[oro-girasole]

Truth be told, he hadn't been doing much of anything at all. It was furthermore the honest truth that following Rohan's death, it had been quiet and... calm, for the most part. He certainly felt guilt, but there was perhaps a more overwhelming sense of relief that he was in the process of coming to terms with. To actually in even the smallest way enjoy his absence? The Italian felt terrible about that.... but when he thought of how it was usually when he was alive? The feeling began to dull.

Besides -- if memory and experience served him, Rohan would be back eventually.

A book had been clasped in one hand, the other supporting his head with his folded as he laid back and stared up at the text. Ah, tesoro. He was home. As the other entered, it was mostly disregarded; he finished his sentence and moved the object away. Emerald met red, a familiar and welcome joining.

"... ...I would say, yes." Caesar sat up, placing his read on his desk. His head would tilt with a curious smirk. Easygoing, light; he felt rather relaxed, all things considered.

"... What do you need, fantasma?"

[oro-girasole]

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[er-memes]

send me "eat an ass" if you want to eat my character's ass

[ficklefates]

Hohoho.

[oro-girasole]

[oro-girasole]

Seriously.

[oro-girasole]

There would always be guilt -- that went without saying... and yet, he can't help but feel strangely at peace. The silence that would come from this, the calm in the room, the ease he feels without the other's presence -- he welcomes it completely.

Gesú Cristo, he really is terrible, ah? 

[oro-girasole]

He's really more of a cat person.

[ficklefates]

dressupgamesdotcom ❀ caesar

[ficklefates]

The passion for one’s world and homeland was pure, sometimes sweet and dedicated; it was a place full of memories, both good and bad, but in which the bad ones only made a person grow. Some would come to hate, hate the place, the people, even the memories; those kind of people, she could only feel pity. Her world, yet not homeland, was everything for her, and the same passion Caesar would feel towards his home, just as greatly it was the passion the tiny Goddess felt towards her world, the one she created with her hands and the one she created alongside Kcalb, someone dear, dear to her. 

To be curious about new worlds, anyone would. Not because one is God, or human, vampires, demons or angels; the mere thought of something more, something new and something unknown was enough for anyone to have at least the tiniest bit interest. And to share any and all information they got on another worlds; Etihw hoped there would come a day she and Caesar would sit and spend hours talking about their different cultures, different people, different lives.

But for now, their world was one and the same; one that, as evil and twisted as it could be, they could still find a moment to laugh and smile, to be careless and reckless, young once again. To share with each other, not words of worlds unknown to them, but words of praise and gentleness.

“Oh my, I guess you can’t call me by foreign words forever, can you?" A giggle rose from her throat and a blush surfaced to her face; as much as the meaning of those words had never really reached her ears, they sounded flattering, worthy of her heart skipping a beat or two. At least someone knew how to appreciate a beautiful lady when they saw one. "I’m Etihw. Just Eti is fine, if you’re daring enough." A tease, nothing more.

An explanation to her previous question came, and how surprisingly accurate it was. Impressing, too, how other worlds could be so on point about something that perfectly describe an otherwordly person. Saints; pure, youthful, faithful. She, just like her Angels, yes. And yet, he continued, suffering. A smile, an understanding one. Of course.

“White is pure, innocent, and yet naive. It’s strong, but so weak. It’s everything and yet nothing at all. Did you know? All colors together equal white, and yet, if you dare to taint white with any other color, it will be gone. Interesting, isn’t it? How white can be so ambiguous." Talking about herself, or the color itself? Ambiguous, isn’t it?

“Clothes mean nothing, y’know. White just happens to fit me best. Though, I can’t say I’m not something indeed. Are you interested? In tainting this white with another color?" A friendship invitation, that was all.

[oro-girasole]

His conversational partner continued to act favorably; it warmed his heart to see and perhaps additionally struck his ego. Well, of course it did -- even in present standing, it was nice to be reminded of his charm and attraction. The reasons that had named him the SHSL Casanova were very much in tact, although he didn't imagine that would have changed in just a few months' time. Still... heh, something felt comforting about that.

She spoke her name and he nodded. Yes, indeed -- a lovely name for a lovely young lady. He had been right about that, as well. "... ...Etihw..." It was unique, like nothing he had heard before. Caesar couldn't help but wonder her origins... but perhaps he would learn that eventually. In time, he could see them being friends; at least that is what he hoped for, anyway. "... ...That is quite the name, Eti." He would bow his head in response, offering his hand with ease and confidence. "Caesar Zeppeli, candido. It's a pleasure." As she took to him he raised her fingers to his lips, brushing gently. "Ah, forgive my forward nature... but it is easy to be endeared to you so quickly."

And yet there was a.... cautiousness to his words. One he felt they shared, in a way. Even his silver tongue knew respect; their games of cat and mouse, ever changing as they traded words, were only games, ultimately. Friendly conversation, friendly flirtation between two attractive people who still knew their place. If only the rest of the world could seek similar enjoyment.

Her explanation was intriguing, as well. It seemed she knew her fair share of color theory; was she, too, in touch with her culture as he? To have that common ground with another person here brought him more joy than he thought possible. Additionally, he didn't realize how much he had missed his own culture to call upon until the conversation had occurred. This Eti allowed him a personal homecoming, of sorts. How pleasant. Piacevole.

"... ...Do you consider yourself similarly so, Eti?" Ambiguous, he meant. There was an air of mystery about he that had certainly piqued his interest before. Was she self aware of it? He found himself nodding again at her request, a soft smile coming to him once more.

"... I think that would be lovely. Please tell me more about yourself, candido."