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This world had seen far greater evils than the likes of the Emperor. The Herald and progenitor of an entire race. And yet, he was reduced to this cell. Every ounce of his life had been encapsulated to this very containment. Crimson eyes rolled as he keeps his back to the open glass. Observations crossed. His time was ticking behind this barrier and without cause, they’d surely have to let him go. He twitches, drawing the thin sheet between his arm and his side and part dips low enough to outline the firm lines of his back. Muscles expanding with every breath. His legs drift apart. His tail coiling around his thigh and just casually cups the succulent curve of his ass. Red never seemed to be muted under these cheap things as shadows played with shapes and revealed everything. He rolls to his back, absent of any covering. Well, barely. His nature completely exposed.
These people had him where they wanted but the agencies couldn’t truly prevent him from escaping. Could it? Kurt hadn’t been any wiser.
Not yet. Secrets still safe.
“I do believe I get a phone call or a defense attorney by mortal standards.” If there was information to be had, why not attain it while within holding. Easier to get it from the inside. Plans.
“Are you gonna just stare or are you gonna give me my rights? We could play this by my rule but we all know we wouldn’t want that.”
krprojecthq:
“I’ve met very few people hiding out in bushes too, looks like we can add each other to the list.” He voiced, pausing mid-drink as he glanced at the male. Maybe that was his bed, homeless? Not that he cared, just someone else that heroes wanted to worry about. “No, I don’t smoke.” Not that it mattered, he figured it would do nothing to him and the habit was one he didn’t want to pick up. “I’m taking it you are homeless?” He had to ask, his curiosity got the best of him.
“Me? Homeless?” Azazel stopped himself from laughing at the man or image of man. An ounce of human blood was still either outweighed or overshadowed by the true nature of the beast. He just took another drag, shrugging his shoulders and tapped ashes onto the ground. The black boot grinding into the stones beneath them. “No. I’m too resourceful to be homeless but possibly could be in the future for me. Who knows?” Modesty was probably best. “I just needed some fresh air. Shits’ gotten real within a matter of a snap and click of someone’s finger. But I’ll gladly smoke my cigarette. Thankfully it doesn’t have that disgusting taste of chemical.” He blew out the smoke. “You not one of those guys waiting for another guy’s signal to shag, right? I don’t wanna be the reason for a stranger’s ‘Missed Opportunity’ blog post.”
krprojecthq:
He had been running for longer than he intended, it was just going back talking to everyone was growing difficult. They were supposed to be bad, supposed to be problems and yet so far he’s been welcomed. He couldn’t explain it all that well because not even Kon-el understood fully why some of them were so nice. If they really knew what he was doing, they would more than likely eliminate him. Stopping only for a few moments, his back pressed to a tree as he took a deep breath. Water bottle in hand, as he sipped from it. Though unneeded, still refreshing.
“You know, very few people trek out to this point at this time.” Azazel found himself drifting, sitting alongside the bushes and for once, a trail of smoke left his lips by way of a mild, methylated cigarette. One they said was purely organic and natural. Brown rolling paper made from hemp. Truly, these mortals had learned to try and avoid the inevitable. He just opted to enjoy himself along the way. There was even a subtle hint of licorice. Lovely touch. “Smoke?” He offered the cigarette, turning the butt of it outwards so it wasn’t as intimidatingly offensive. He was gathering as much of these parallel beings so whatever he could attain would be kept for later. He just knew that this man wasn’t the true visage of humanity.
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It’s me and you tonight, baby boy.