La Muerta Verde Still Lives..

The Green Death lives on, and she will have her revenge. Tread lightly, for the vampyre hides in every dark shadow, and she will attack without remorse... Hello! I follow the tag "diyaspeaks", for anything mun related, and if you have something for myself or Rosetta, I follow "rosettafuentes". Thanks~

[rosettafuentes]

do you still like me?

"Hunny, I can't see your face, I don't know who you are."(I have no clue how long this anon has been sitting here, I'm so sorry.)

[juminss]

                                [DON’T FORGET 3.OCT.11]

[fiti-vation]

[femmewitch-deactivated20190613]

[pr1nceshawn]

The Do’s & Don’ts of eating sushi ...

[renoa-deactivated20180930]

her friend is so embarrassed they’re never ever having sushi again

[rosettafuentes]

The Blacksmith

[rosettafuentes]

Her lips curled into a rather devious grin. "Well first off," she said as she took the sword back, "I'm not down with your weapon. That man interrupted my concentration. And second, I've got an idea for him, so I will hold off on finishing your weapon sire, if you don't mind too terribly. I have an idea for said difficult client..." She said with a sly grin. "You see, even though I am a woman, people don't push over me for a reason. He is a fairly new client and has yet to really push my buttons until now. He'll find out in the morning what I have in store for him if you'd like to stick around that long to find out."

[rosettafuentes]

The Blacksmith

*Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* Fiery sparks flew from a thick metal hammer held tightly in the leather gloved hands of a long red haired woman, her crimson locks that matched the burning red metal resting on an anvil pulled back in a messy braid.

*Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* The hammer laid down upon the quickly cooling piece of metal in the scorching heat of the hot summer day combined with the heat of the forge and the heavy weight of the thick protective leather that could give anyone a heat stroke. Once the metal had cooled off too much, the blacksmith placed it back in the forge with the giant plyers and sighed, reaching up to swipe little stray strands from sticking to her forehead when a customer walked inside.

“Yes sire, how can I assist thee?”

@madness-of-a-king

[madness-of-a-king]

He was rubbing his shoulders as he walked through the town. His last contractor had backstabbed him, both literally and figuratively so he was not in the mood to take anymore jobs for now. His sword was a bit chipped and he had heard of good blacksmith in town. “I could at least go check on his skill.” With that the mercenary made his way towards the shop.

‘A women? How interesting, not many women chose to be blacksmiths.’ He thinks when he laid his eyes on her. “Good day, I was hoping to have my sword fixed here. That wouldn’t be too much to ask for, right?”

[rosettafuentes]

One brow raised as emerald orbs scrutinized the customer, grazing him up and down. His question came across rather rude, but optimism told her he probably didn’t mean it that way. “No, sire, it would be no trouble at all. What is wrong with thine sword?” She queried as she removed her leather gloves and wiped her forehead again, smearing tiny red hairs to the side and giving a tired sigh as she approached and offered to take a look by holding out her dirty, calloused hand, palm up.

[madness-of-a-king]

“I had a bit of an altercation with some..money was involved and things escalated rather quickly from there.” He explained, rubbing the back of his head with a smile. Pulling out his sword from the sheath, it showed that the blade was still in good condition though it was chipped along the edge. In the process of blocking an axe that would’ve killed him by hitting him in chest. Shadow handed his weapon over sword.

[rosettafuentes]

Slim, scarred fingers ran over the chips along the blade, as she examined the weapon then smiled after a few moments. “This is an easy fix, sire.” She assured him, finally looking up from the metal and meeting his gaze. “It may take some time, however, there are other orders in front of yours. This is an afternoon job, but it will be at least three days before I can get to your sword. My sincerest apologies, sire, but any other blacksmith would scoff in your face and not bother themselves with such a small, easy task. I should know…” Handing him the sword back, she turned back to her forge and pulled out the metal piece that was now a glowing yellow. “You’re welcome to check out the village; I can tell your new to the town because I have never seen thou.” She called over her shoulder as she raised her hammer once more and brought it down hard on the glowing metal with a loud ‘clang’.

[madness-of-a-king]

Hearing that it would take three days before his was even worked on made him a bit annoyed but, he knew that others wouldn’t take so he had no place to complain. “Thank you for taking such a small task from me. I appreciate it.” After resheathing his sword he turned and headed towards the door. “I’ll be back in about three days, I hope you’ll be ready then, Ms. Blacksmith.” He smiled at her and opened the door. “Have a good rest of your day and thank you for your time.” With that, he gave a slight bow before exiting.

[rosettafuentes]

The following day, she was up well before sunrise working in her shop. That was the best time of day to work since it was so cool and quiet. Immediately, she began working on her other projects. One by one she finished them, and one by one her pleased clients thanked her, paid, and left. It was getting closer and closer to the late afternoon when she realized she had finished all of her tasks early, and could start on the sword. With a sigh she set it in the forge to heat up just as a familiar face walked in. “I thought you weren’t returning until three days, Mr. Warrior.”

[madness-of-a-king]

After aimless wandering around town he somehow ended up back at the shop of the blacksmith from the day before. Oh well, he was here now so he might as well go in. “Well, seeing as how you’re the only person that I’ve talked to, why wouldn’t I drop by. Plus, I ended up here after walking around.” He shrugged and looked at her, running a hand through his hair. “I’m Shadow, who are you? Or should I call you Ms. Blacksmith forever?”

[rosettafuentes]

She hesitated, pausing to glance over him skeptically before grapping her hammer and pulling the sword out of the forge. "My name is Rosetta. But I prefer Rose." She said finally, then gently tapped the edges of the blade to smooth them out. "I know the village isn't much to look at, but it's--" she was cut off but a big, deep, burlesque man stepping into the shop with a loud, "Hey, wench." She sighed, set her hammer on the avil and placed the sword back in the forge. "Yes, sire, how might I assist thou?"

"Where is my battle Axe, wench!?" He declared as he stormed up to her and shoved his finger in her face. "Sire, please refrain from calling me such things. I informed you it shall be repaired by the end of this week--"

"You better have it done by tomorrow morning! Or else I'm bringin' the heavy artillery, wench!" He bellowed, then turned and stormed out before she had a chance to reply. Sighing heavily, Rose turned to Shadow with a tired, exasperated look. "Does thou see why I said three days for such a small fix, sire?" She asked softly, turning to remove the weapon from the fire and place it aside to cool.

[rosettafuentes]

The Blacksmith

*Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* Fiery sparks flew from a thick metal hammer held tightly in the leather gloved hands of a long red haired woman, her crimson locks that matched the burning red metal resting on an anvil pulled back in a messy braid.

*Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* The hammer laid down upon the quickly cooling piece of metal in the scorching heat of the hot summer day combined with the heat of the forge and the heavy weight of the thick protective leather that could give anyone a heat stroke. Once the metal had cooled off too much, the blacksmith placed it back in the forge with the giant plyers and sighed, reaching up to swipe little stray strands from sticking to her forehead when a customer walked inside.

“Yes sire, how can I assist thee?”

@madness-of-a-king

[madness-of-a-king]

He was rubbing his shoulders as he walked through the town. His last contractor had backstabbed him, both literally and figuratively so he was not in the mood to take anymore jobs for now. His sword was a bit chipped and he had heard of good blacksmith in town. “I could at least go check on his skill.” With that the mercenary made his way towards the shop.

‘A women? How interesting, not many women chose to be blacksmiths.’ He thinks when he laid his eyes on her. “Good day, I was hoping to have my sword fixed here. That wouldn’t be too much to ask for, right?”

[rosettafuentes]

One brow raised as emerald orbs scrutinized the customer, grazing him up and down. His question came across rather rude, but optimism told her he probably didn’t mean it that way. “No, sire, it would be no trouble at all. What is wrong with thine sword?” She queried as she removed her leather gloves and wiped her forehead again, smearing tiny red hairs to the side and giving a tired sigh as she approached and offered to take a look by holding out her dirty, calloused hand, palm up.

[madness-of-a-king]

“I had a bit of an altercation with some..money was involved and things escalated rather quickly from there.” He explained, rubbing the back of his head with a smile. Pulling out his sword from the sheath, it showed that the blade was still in good condition though it was chipped along the edge. In the process of blocking an axe that would’ve killed him by hitting him in chest. Shadow handed his weapon over sword.

[rosettafuentes]

Slim, scarred fingers ran over the chips along the blade, as she examined the weapon then smiled after a few moments. “This is an easy fix, sire.” She assured him, finally looking up from the metal and meeting his gaze. “It may take some time, however, there are other orders in front of yours. This is an afternoon job, but it will be at least three days before I can get to your sword. My sincerest apologies, sire, but any other blacksmith would scoff in your face and not bother themselves with such a small, easy task. I should know…” Handing him the sword back, she turned back to her forge and pulled out the metal piece that was now a glowing yellow. “You’re welcome to check out the village; I can tell your new to the town because I have never seen thou.” She called over her shoulder as she raised her hammer once more and brought it down hard on the glowing metal with a loud ‘clang’.

[madness-of-a-king]

Hearing that it would take three days before his was even worked on made him a bit annoyed but, he knew that others wouldn’t take so he had no place to complain. “Thank you for taking such a small task from me. I appreciate it.” After resheathing his sword he turned and headed towards the door. “I’ll be back in about three days, I hope you’ll be ready then, Ms. Blacksmith.” He smiled at her and opened the door. “Have a good rest of your day and thank you for your time.” With that, he gave a slight bow before exiting.

[rosettafuentes]

The following day, she was up well before sunrise working in her shop. That was the best time of day to work since it was so cool and quiet. Immediately, she began working on her other projects. One by one she finished them, and one by one her pleased clients thanked her, paid, and left. It was getting closer and closer to the late afternoon when she realized she had finished all of her tasks early, and could start on the sword. With a sigh she set it in the forge to heat up just as a familiar face walked in. "I thought you weren't returning until three days, Mr. Warrior."

[master-cifer]

"Ulquiorra, I'm curious," the entrepreneur mused lightly, glancing to his employee. "How do you feel about my brother, Dekota?"

Ulquiorra looked up from the floor where he was sitting and doing some cooldown stretching after his last performance, still covered in glitter and sporting the lilac silk nightgown he had.woen for the dance , “well he’s certainly not the horrid brute I first thought he was when we met, but as you know we didn’t exactly meet under the best circumstances.”

Crossing his legs beneath him Ulquiorra sat for a moment and thought, “I’d say he’s grown on me and become quite the reliable friend. Why do you ask?”

[master-cifer]

“Well that condition is a given unless you wrre planning on fucking me with your eyes as well as undressing me with them,” Ulquiorra’s foot rose until it was almost brushing the tightness in Zero’s pants, teasing at his inner thighs and shifting the fabric back and forth to create the smallest and likely most maddening amounts of friction.

Pulling away without giving any relief the raven circled the desk to stand infront of his employer, leaning back against the hardwood and feeling it press into his cheeks. He was tempted to hop up onto the desk, but didn’t want to ruin and of Zero’s paperwork by sitting on it.

[rosettafuentes]

Without hesitation the entrepreneur stood as the dancer approached and pressed himself against the smaller, slipping a hand beneath a pale jaw and connecting anticipating lips. Zero didn’t rush, but he also didn’t take his time. Teeth nipped gently at a bottom lip, a tongue tracing the upper, while a free hand slipped beneath the Hem of Ulquiorra’s shirt and grazing bare skin. He could have waited, could have savoured that long awaited kiss, but this wasnt his home or his room- this was his office at a strip club in which favouritism was a major taboo among the dancers. This may or may not cause issues for Ulquiorra later on if they’re caught, yet the thrill of the mere possibility gave the calm and collected business man a raging hard on that he couldn’t ignore.

[master-cifer]

Ulquiorra straightened when Zero kissed him, raising to his toes to take away some of their height difference and make the actions easier.

Slowly but surely the dancer ran his hands up the other man’s chest, carefully undoing buttons as he went before looping his hands around Zero’s neck when he got to the top.

The warm hand against his skin and the teeth biting into the supple flesh of his lip had a shiver of delight running down his spine and caused him to press ever closer for a moment before pulling back a little to gasp for breath and kiss along Zero’s jaw to his ear, “not that I don’t love feeling you with nothing between us, but please tell me you have a condom. I can’t exactly preform my dance tonight if I’m…leaking in front of everyone.”

“Maybe you’d like seeing that though. Like letting everyone know that the passion I put into my more erotic dances comes from experiences with a certain man,” teeth latched onto the silver haired man’s ear at that, hoping the mental image would inspire Zero to do something a little possessive this time around.

[rosettafuentes]

"Actually," he growled lowly when the dancer nipped his earlobe, "that's exactly what I had in mind.." he whispered along a slim, porcelain neck as the hand on Ulquiorra's jaw shifted to the nape of the neck and grasped a handful of Raven locks with a sharp yank while simultaneously yanking the performer around so that he faced away from Zero. "I never use condoms," he murmured as he pressed his own body against Ulquiorra's rear and pushed his head down against the desk firmly but not hard enough to really hurt. "Not even with the women I've slept with. It gets in the way, they smell, they break, and I cannot properly mark what I claim as mine."

On that note, a hand smacked across Ulquiorra's plump bum, then gripped it firmly while the other kept a nice grip on black hair.

[rosettafuentes]

The Blacksmith

*Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* Fiery sparks flew from a thick metal hammer held tightly in the leather gloved hands of a long red haired woman, her crimson locks that matched the burning red metal resting on an anvil pulled back in a messy braid.

*Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* The hammer laid down upon the quickly cooling piece of metal in the scorching heat of the hot summer day combined with the heat of the forge and the heavy weight of the thick protective leather that could give anyone a heat stroke. Once the metal had cooled off too much, the blacksmith placed it back in the forge with the giant plyers and sighed, reaching up to swipe little stray strands from sticking to her forehead when a customer walked inside.

“Yes sire, how can I assist thee?”

@madness-of-a-king

[madness-of-a-king]

He was rubbing his shoulders as he walked through the town. His last contractor had backstabbed him, both literally and figuratively so he was not in the mood to take anymore jobs for now. His sword was a bit chipped and he had heard of good blacksmith in town. “I could at least go check on his skill.” With that the mercenary made his way towards the shop.

‘A women? How interesting, not many women chose to be blacksmiths.’ He thinks when he laid his eyes on her. “Good day, I was hoping to have my sword fixed here. That wouldn’t be too much to ask for, right?”

[rosettafuentes]

One brow raised as emerald orbs scrutinized the customer, grazing him up and down. His question came across rather rude, but optimism told her he probably didn’t mean it that way. “No, sire, it would be no trouble at all. What is wrong with thine sword?” She queried as she removed her leather gloves and wiped her forehead again, smearing tiny red hairs to the side and giving a tired sigh as she approached and offered to take a look by holding out her dirty, calloused hand, palm up.

[madness-of-a-king]

“I had a bit of an altercation with some..money was involved and things escalated rather quickly from there.” He explained, rubbing the back of his head with a smile. Pulling out his sword from the sheath, it showed that the blade was still in good condition though it was chipped along the edge. In the process of blocking an axe that would’ve killed him by hitting him in chest. Shadow handed his weapon over sword.

[rosettafuentes]

Slim, scarred fingers ran over the chips along the blade, as she examined the weapon then smiled after a few moments. "This is an easy fix, sire." She assured him, finally looking up from the metal and meeting his gaze. "It may take some time, however, there are other orders in front of yours. This is an afternoon job, but it will be at least three days before I can get to your sword. My sincerest apologies, sire, but any other blacksmith would scoff in your face and not bother themselves with such a small, easy task. I should know..." Handing him the sword back, she turned back to her forge and pulled out the metal piece that was now a glowing yellow. "You're welcome to check out the village; I can tell your new to the town because I have never seen thou." She called over her shoulder as she raised her hammer once more and brought it down hard on the glowing metal with a loud 'clang'.

[master-cifer]

"Ulquiorra, I'm curious," the entrepreneur mused lightly, glancing to his employee. "How do you feel about my brother, Dekota?"

Ulquiorra looked up from the floor where he was sitting and doing some cooldown stretching after his last performance, still covered in glitter and sporting the lilac silk nightgown he had.woen for the dance , “well he’s certainly not the horrid brute I first thought he was when we met, but as you know we didn’t exactly meet under the best circumstances.”

Crossing his legs beneath him Ulquiorra sat for a moment and thought, “I’d say he’s grown on me and become quite the reliable friend. Why do you ask?”

[master-cifer]

“Well that condition is a given unless you wrre planning on fucking me with your eyes as well as undressing me with them,” Ulquiorra’s foot rose until it was almost brushing the tightness in Zero’s pants, teasing at his inner thighs and shifting the fabric back and forth to create the smallest and likely most maddening amounts of friction.

Pulling away without giving any relief the raven circled the desk to stand infront of his employer, leaning back against the hardwood and feeling it press into his cheeks. He was tempted to hop up onto the desk, but didn’t want to ruin and of Zero’s paperwork by sitting on it.

[rosettafuentes]

Without hesitation the entrepreneur stood as the dancer approached and pressed himself against the smaller, slipping a hand beneath a pale jaw and connecting anticipating lips. Zero didn't rush, but he also didn't take his time. Teeth nipped gently at a bottom lip, a tongue tracing the upper, while a free hand slipped beneath the Hem of Ulquiorra's shirt and grazing bare skin. He could have waited, could have savoured that long awaited kiss, but this wasnt his home or his room- this was his office at a strip club in which favouritism was a major taboo among the dancers. This may or may not cause issues for Ulquiorra later on if they're caught, yet the thrill of the mere possibility gave the calm and collected business man a raging hard on that he couldn't ignore.

[rosettafuentes]

The Blacksmith

*Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* Fiery sparks flew from a thick metal hammer held tightly in the leather gloved hands of a long red haired woman, her crimson locks that matched the burning red metal resting on an anvil pulled back in a messy braid.

*Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* The hammer laid down upon the quickly cooling piece of metal in the scorching heat of the hot summer day combined with the heat of the forge and the heavy weight of the thick protective leather that could give anyone a heat stroke. Once the metal had cooled off too much, the blacksmith placed it back in the forge with the giant plyers and sighed, reaching up to swipe little stray strands from sticking to her forehead when a customer walked inside.

“Yes sire, how can I assist thee?”

@madness-of-a-king

[madness-of-a-king]

He was rubbing his shoulders as he walked through the town. His last contractor had backstabbed him, both literally and figuratively so he was not in the mood to take anymore jobs for now. His sword was a bit chipped and he had heard of good blacksmith in town. “I could at least go check on his skill.” With that the mercenary made his way towards the shop.

‘A women? How interesting, not many women chose to be blacksmiths.’ He thinks when he laid his eyes on her. “Good day, I was hoping to have my sword fixed here. That wouldn’t be too much to ask for, right?”

[rosettafuentes]

One brow raised as emerald orbs scrutinized the customer, grazing him up and down. His question came across rather rude, but optimism told her he probably didn't mean it that way. "No, sire, it would be no trouble at all. What is wrong with thine sword?" She queried as she removed her leather gloves and wiped her forehead again, smearing tiny red hairs to the side and giving a tired sigh as she approached and offered to take a look by holding out her dirty, calloused hand, palm up.

[rosettafuentes]

The Blacksmith

*Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* Fiery sparks flew from a thick metal hammer held tightly in the leather gloved hands of a long red haired woman, her crimson locks that matched the burning red metal resting on an anvil pulled back in a messy braid. *Tang!* *Tang!* *Tang!* The hammer laid down upon the quickly cooling piece of metal in the scorching heat of the hot summer day combined with the heat of the forge and the heavy weight of the thick protective leather that could give anyone a heat stroke. Once the metal had cooled off too much, the blacksmith placed it back in the forge with the giant plyers and sighed, reaching up to swipe little stray strands from sticking to her forehead when a customer walked inside. "Yes sire, how can I assist thee?" @madness-of-a-king

[master-cifer]

"Ulquiorra, I'm curious," the entrepreneur mused lightly, glancing to his employee. "How do you feel about my brother, Dekota?"

Ulquiorra looked up from the floor where he was sitting and doing some cooldown stretching after his last performance, still covered in glitter and sporting the lilac silk nightgown he had.woen for the dance , “well he’s certainly not the horrid brute I first thought he was when we met, but as you know we didn’t exactly meet under the best circumstances.”

Crossing his legs beneath him Ulquiorra sat for a moment and thought, “I’d say he’s grown on me and become quite the reliable friend. Why do you ask?”

[rosettafuentes]

Curiously, two fairly groomed brows rose high above Zero’s forehead and disappearing behind silvery bangs. “Oh?” He murmured softly, his grin growing as his expression turned somewhat devious. “I would very much enjoy a demonstration, especially on this desk…I feel I should lock the door, but dare I ask for a more….private and personal scenery instead of my office?”

[master-cifer]

Finally closing his book and giving his boss his full attention the raven haired dancer smiled sweetly, the expression not matching his words in anyway or the fact that he began running his foot up the others leg under the desk, “haven’t you ever fantasized about doing it in your office though?”

[rosettafuentes]

Heat flooded to the entrepreneur’s face leaving a light pink colour in it’s wake, but his composure remained solid. “I cannot lie in saying I haven’t. After all, I’m quite certain everyone knows not to enter my office unless summoned. It is the number one rule here since I am such a busy man with paperwork and other important matters pertaining to my numerous businesses.” As the dancer’s foot travelled up his pant leg, Zero’s legs carefully parted slightly in a sort of inviting, almost challenging way.

[master-cifer]

Leaning forward the raven place his elbow upon the desk top and rested his head upon his hand lazily. His foot continued to move out of sight, stoking back and forth gently and climbing higher with each pass. He was enjoying the pink tinge on Zero’s high cheekbones and wanted to see if he could make it darker, “Zero….fuck me against your desk now.”

If Ulquiorra were a more timid man he would worry about demanding something of his boss, but the knew the silver haired man would probably let him get away with murder if he pouted just right.

[rosettafuentes]

Deep violet hues watched the Raven carefully, the business owner remaining relaxed back in his chair even when his employee leaned forward. So easily could he lean over and kiss the tantalizing exotic dancer... Indeed, those words definitely made that pink tinge seep further along his cheeks and darken in colour, and as well made his crisply ironed slacks to grow somewhat...tight. "Only on the condition that you get over here," he murmured, raising his hand and curling his forefinger in an inviting gesture whilst using his feet to push the chair back away from the desk so the Raven had plenty of space to stand in front of him.

[master-cifer]

"Ulquiorra, I'm curious," the entrepreneur mused lightly, glancing to his employee. "How do you feel about my brother, Dekota?"

Ulquiorra looked up from the floor where he was sitting and doing some cooldown stretching after his last performance, still covered in glitter and sporting the lilac silk nightgown he had.woen for the dance , “well he’s certainly not the horrid brute I first thought he was when we met, but as you know we didn’t exactly meet under the best circumstances.”

Crossing his legs beneath him Ulquiorra sat for a moment and thought, “I’d say he’s grown on me and become quite the reliable friend. Why do you ask?”

[rosettafuentes]

Curiously, two fairly groomed brows rose high above Zero’s forehead and disappearing behind silvery bangs. “Oh?” He murmured softly, his grin growing as his expression turned somewhat devious. “I would very much enjoy a demonstration, especially on this desk…I feel I should lock the door, but dare I ask for a more….private and personal scenery instead of my office?”

[master-cifer]

Finally closing his book and giving his boss his full attention the raven haired dancer smiled sweetly, the expression not matching his words in anyway or the fact that he began running his foot up the others leg under the desk, “haven’t you ever fantasized about doing it in your office though?”

[rosettafuentes]

Heat flooded to the entrepreneur's face leaving a light pink colour in it's wake, but his composure remained solid. "I cannot lie in saying I haven't. After all, I'm quite certain everyone knows not to enter my office unless summoned. It is the number one rule here since I am such a busy man with paperwork and other important matters pertaining to my numerous businesses." As the dancer's foot travelled up his pant leg, Zero's legs carefully parted slightly in a sort of inviting, almost challenging way.

[master-cifer]

"Ulquiorra, I'm curious," the entrepreneur mused lightly, glancing to his employee. "How do you feel about my brother, Dekota?"

Ulquiorra looked up from the floor where he was sitting and doing some cooldown stretching after his last performance, still covered in glitter and sporting the lilac silk nightgown he had.woen for the dance , “well he’s certainly not the horrid brute I first thought he was when we met, but as you know we didn’t exactly meet under the best circumstances.”

Crossing his legs beneath him Ulquiorra sat for a moment and thought, “I’d say he’s grown on me and become quite the reliable friend. Why do you ask?”

[rosettafuentes]

Curiously, two fairly groomed brows rose high above Zero's forehead and disappearing behind silvery bangs. "Oh?" He murmured softly, his grin growing as his expression turned somewhat devious. "I would very much enjoy a demonstration, especially on this desk...I feel I should lock the door, but dare I ask for a more....private and personal scenery instead of my office?"

[master-cifer]

"Ulquiorra, I'm curious," the entrepreneur mused lightly, glancing to his employee. "How do you feel about my brother, Dekota?"

Ulquiorra looked up from the floor where he was sitting and doing some cooldown stretching after his last performance, still covered in glitter and sporting the lilac silk nightgown he had.woen for the dance , “well he’s certainly not the horrid brute I first thought he was when we met, but as you know we didn’t exactly meet under the best circumstances.”

Crossing his legs beneath him Ulquiorra sat for a moment and thought, “I’d say he’s grown on me and become quite the reliable friend. Why do you ask?”

[master-cifer]

“The same thing could be said about you taking the time and putting in the effort to rearrange my performance schedule for the next three months so I would have adequate time to rest between my day job and my night job,” Ulquiorra knew that it was not only Dekota that cared about him. Zero did to, but it was in his own way, “an eternity of conclusions can come from reading into things.”

[rosettafuentes]

The businesses owner chuckled and leaned back in his office chair. “Yes, I do suppose you are right in that aspect. I do care about you, as well; I want to be sure you’ve eaten and slept a desirable amount before coming into work. Can’t have you passing out on stage again due to self negligence, can we?”

[master-cifer]

“And I’m sure our professional relations are the only reason you care about such things, ” Ulquiorra smirled knowingly behind the pages of his book. They both knew for a fact that Ulquiorra tonned behind was the real reason Zero seemed to care for his well being.

[rosettafuentes]

The business man smirked, a feature similar to his younger sibling, and gave a sly wink. "Yes, exactly," he replied cooly, "all reasons are *strictly* professional." His hand, flat and palm down, motioned in a swift, horizontal gesture putting emphasis on that particular word. "It has nothing to do with your adorable face, well kept hair, lovely body, and charming personality."

[madness-of-a-king]

A hesitant knock echoed through the old building as delicate digits rapped upon the door. Rosetta stalled a moment before clearing her throat. "Sh...Shadow? Uhm, it's Rose.."

Shadow was in the middle of reading when he heard a knock on his door. “Who the fuck..maybe the beware of dog sign fell over again.” The demon got up and grabbed his shirt along with his pistol. Pointing it the door before he opened it. Speechless would be an understatement. His gun disappeared from his hands and he hugged her. “Rose!”

[rosettafuentes]

Rosetta frowned and pulled her friend by the wrist into a tight hug. How horrible that he had endured so much, and the fact that it didn’t faze him made it so much worse. How can he so casually speak of such injuries and encounters like they were nothing? It was heartbreaking; she couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain her friend had gone through.

“Shadow..” she choked, but couldn’t quite speak any further. All she could do was hold him tighter to let him know that she knew how he felt, because she, too, and endured fatal injures that almost cost herself her very life; sometimes she wish it had. She pulled away and smiled at him, gently cupping his cheek in her palm.

[madness-of-a-king]

“It looks like we both have been through some things.” He chuckled and leaned into her touch. His scarlet orbs shined in the light and he smiled at her. “You should be worrying about yourself for right now. I’m tough as nails! Probably. Maybe. Moving on.” His past experience with torture were rather colorful, on both ends of the spectrum. Though he believed that he came out better at the end. He knew for a fact he came out tougher. “What doesn’t kill you is gonna regret not finishing the job. My mom told me that when I was little.”

Shadow could tell that the both of them were shaken up by their past experiences. Hearing hers didn’t make him sad, they made him livid. Who could do such terrible things to his friend. The thought made him sick. Some would say that they were monsters but, humans can achieve greater heights.

[rosettafuentes]

“Your mother sounds like a very strong woman, Shadow, and a very powerful being. She and my parents have something in common.” The mentioning of her parents made her own glittery Jade orbs dull in colour as memories flashed behind them for a moment. She sighed and shook her head, clearing those bad thoughts away, then glanced at him again. “What happened to your mother, if I may ask?” She pondered aloud, curious as to why she was never mentioned by her friend. Was she dead? Was she murdered? Or was she still alive? Rose always fancied stories, and her interest had piqued with curiosity.

[madness-of-a-king]

The way her eyes dulled didn’t go unnoticed by him. He made a mental note that her parents were a potential conversation landmine. Bringing up his mother made frown for a moment. “She died about two years ago. Dumbass died of lung cancer. Can you believe that? After telling me to not smoke.” He smiled a little. “She was a bit of a hypocrite in regards to things like that. Before you get to coddling me over it, you don’t have to worry. My mother taught me hand-to-hand combat so I wouldn’t get beat up or just hit in a fight.” He chuckled, remembering how she would flip him when he wasn’t paying attention.

[rosettafuentes]

His reminiscing of his mother made her smile; she wasn't sure if that was a controversial topic or not and it eased her mind to know that he wasn't hurting over her. She smiled and remembered her own mother before she was killed. Her father, her older brother...how loving, kind, gentle, yet firm and stern they were, how they spoiled and protected her, played with her and taught her, before they were ripped from her. Mother's sweet smiling face and tender voice, Father's welcoming and safe embrace, her brother's strong cologne, such wonderful memories. "You sometimes remind me of my older brother."