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[huedhaut]

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{ ☦ } “…” Don’t say sex, Yu. Don’t say sex, Yu. Don’t say sex, Yu. “Would you mind fucking me?” Dammit Yu. “I mean… let’s go out for a walk? I’ll buy you some coffee? We can chat and get to know each other, etc cetera, etc cetera, etc cetera.” With a cheery smirk, he announced, “My name is Yuwaku by the way, but feel free to call me Yu.” 

[reimiel-blog]

As if slapped across the face with a silver platter, the words made him choke back on his air. Did he hear right? "..." Wiping his buzzed façade, he directed his veers off and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. If he was correct at what he heard, he wanted it to disappear as quick as it slipped from the raven's lips.

"Yeah that sounds great. I believe I recall one or two nice coffee shops around." 

[asmodeuse-blog]

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[☩] “Your hubris is your weak point.” He growled as the garnet in his irises grew brighter with his frustration. It boiled in the pit of his stomach, caused all of his muscles to tense in anticipation. Eros longed to see his composure crack like a sheet of glass that has been dropped on solid asphalt. “I have marked you once before.” The vice cocked his head to the side, “Or have you forgotten?” The elder reached down to the ancient dagger he held to his hip, then lifted it to the collar of the cherub’s attire. He tore through the fabric of the youth’s coat like a butter knife slicing through butter. The stroke was smooth and razor sharp. The raven returned the weapon to it’s sheath and ripped the rest of the material off by force alone.

An electric chill travelled up his spine as he laid eyes on the markings that where on the left of the archangel’s chest. The deep scratches that had welted and bled where now prominent scars.The same ones Eros had carved into him on the first night they had laid together. That healed wound held the only genuine passion he had ever felt in his thousands of years. Not only was the sight itself enough to send him into the parts of his mind he had long since shut down, but that the deity before him had chosen not to have them removed by means of purification.

The anger in his optics begun to fade into a daze as his fingertips grazed the cicatrix. He loathed the feeling of nostalgia that begun to weigh on his chest. The demon’s eyes lifted back upward in a deep furrow. He made sure none of these sensations that he was experiencing where to bleed through to his concious, or worse yet, his surface.

[reimiel-blog]

His breath cut short and his lungs compressed tight as the blades edge trailed its way up his torso. The blades tip pricked flesh as the fabric's torn ends flipped outwards revealing the archangels marked chest.

That mark.

"How could I forget?" Every day since he has been reminded by that scar. The tantalising itch it gave to every memory that surpassed him upon it's view. As if branded by this demon, the cherub had no option but suffice with the written torture. Of the punishment given as his kin peered upon it, the betrayal they assumed so clear with they're tentative stare. Rei lost what he earned so much to cherish and hold tight. He lost his value to above. He was the used toy tossed aside from the allure, and swept up to endure the reparation he deserved.

"I am reminded every day."

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OOC: I'll write up replies and everything tomorrow. I'm about to pass out at the keyboard. 

[axicia]

[reimiel-blog]

What was this austere scent? A spoil of something so righteous. A feeling of mix and coil that left a daze in the guardians discretion.  Just who is this man? “Dearest would be an exaggeration.” 

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                  {✝} “Hah?” Short-lived confusion dominated his features, soon followed by a spark of anger. It seemed as if the other didn’t recognize him— but that was impossible. Or it should be. Yet he was too surprised to make note of it.            ”…I wouldn’t call it an exaggeration,” Appoloin replied cautiously, not sure if he was simply being played with.

[reimiel-blog]

Returning the hint of confusion, it however remained stained to his features. His brows slowly knitting themselves close, there was only tattered identification lathered in his appeal. Humans shared all kinds of plain scents, as demons spilt odours of foulness. The scent of Rei's kin have been left unidentified as being a result of it coursing through his veins. Perhaps he was numbed to the aura? The solid fact was that the man whom stood before him was aloof in something he had yet to learn. Or remember?

"Ah!"

Recollecting the events that took place, this man soon became familiar to his grace. His scent, this was nothing more than a purity left to tarnish. In other terms, an angel descended to hell. "Appoloin." His lips parting the words quietly, he narrowed  his cold veers dauntingly. "It has been some time."

[reimiel-blog]

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Bloodroyale and Lostakira

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Giving a small nod, the cherub greeted the new arrivals.

"And you two are?" 

[paellax-blog]

{ ☦ } Oh shit, another heavy hitter. Why must it always be the beautiful demonic hookers that get noticed by the big players?  But then again… he was hot. “Care to keep an old man company then?” Queried the raven, crimson twinkling slightly. 

[reimiel-blog]

"Keep you company?" A moment ago, he recalled the other mentioning he had nothing better to do then go home. Perhaps he had filled the slot? Either way, it seemed well-bred to stay if he had interrupted in the first place.

"Anything you had in mind?"

[paellax-blog]

{Push me and then just touch me till I can get my s a t i s f a c t i o n.

                       ✗ - perpetualburnout, banettehalloween, biker-dokis, p-a-r-a-sympathetic, indigo-fortissimo, silent-sarcasm99, fatalfarewell, semperxsolitarius, reimel }

{ ☦ } “Sorry, business is closed for the day. I’m heading home early for once, too bored for any fun.” Not getting any was making him edgy.   

[reimiel-blog]

"Ah--" Feeling a slight pint of guilt run along his innards, Rei extended a hand to his chest in acknowledgement to the misconception.

"You may be mistaken in my intentions. I was only passing by." 

[asmodeuse-blog]

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[☩] How he longed for the wounds to stay just a second longer. The pristine porcelain form before him looked so good splattered in such a magnificent red—Eros’ favourite shade. The dictator wished for the ever-prideful conserved look on the celestial’s features to be twisted into a look of inferiority.

“Brilliant idea.” He barked back in a passive aggressive tone. The archduke could not keep his lips from curling into a smirk of anticipation. Out of the public’s sight, that is exactly where he wished to be. Somewhere that the gawking eyes of bystanders could not filter his actions, whether they be hostile or lustful. He hurriedly closed the gap between the two of them and grabbed a fist full of the guardian’s shirt, “This way.” He growled as he gave the clothing a harsh tug in his direction.

The malignant force practically launched the cherub’s form into the alleyway between two leaning buildings. The ground was still wet from the rain that had fallen prior to their encounter. The raven stepped over top of the heap of rubbish, which consisted of tattered clothing, old ripped sheets and various other fabrics. He stomped his heel directly beside the youth’s hip before he had the time to lift himself back to his feet.

“It’s not like you to hold back to this extent.” Eros spoke through a condescending rumble as he leaned his body forward. He rested his elbow on his knee as his head hung over top of the guardian’s own. “Or is it that you’ve gotten rusty in my absence.” He curled both of his fists against the fabric of his shirt that covered his collarbone. With one motion he harshly brought the angel to the tips of his shoes, their noses brushed for a mere second until the prince pushed the other’s back against the coarse brick wall. The red stones crumbled under the force of the blow.

The monarch dipped his head inward, his crimson pools were illuminated by his fury. “You’ve become weak.” He snarled.

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The despicable words seeped deep and clutched every nerve immersed in Rei's mind and composure. Did this demon truly sought to be slaughtered by his deceitful words? Thrown against the next, of many, walls lined to the alleyways entailed through London, the cherub thought only of what the demon longed so much to expose. Closing his teeth together tightly, his jaw tensed as his head remained bowed to extend his glance along the concrete cloaked in the evening.

"What more is garbage, when it is scattered across the ground?" Now veering up into the dappled maroon hues of his ominous opponent, his reference held nothing more than hatred towards the dark haired brute. His tone ran sharp as the shards of ice penetrated with his cold expression. No matter the situation, he held his pride high to the beast, rendering his heart at nothing but a loathing pound.

"Why bruise the unbreakable?"

[l-oo]

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 ✕ - - I will always watch you when you’re dreaming,                  because I know it’s not of ℳe. ✁

reimiel

                  {✝} ..Great. “Well, well. If it isn’t one my dearest brothers.~”

[reimiel-blog]

What was this austere scent? A spoil of something so righteous. A feeling of mix and coil that left a daze in the guardians discretion.  Just who is this man? "Dearest would be an exaggeration." 

[reimiel-blog]

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[gaytoshi]

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