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i heard that you have the biggest crush on aphrodite
“I heard that you —-” Finish this in my ask box
“A crush? What am I, a child? I like him. Physically, virtually, philosophically, mentally, all the adverbs you might want to add here.”
I heard that you cried because of 2016 euro cup
“I heard that you —-” Finish this in my ask box
“If by ‘cry’ you mean ‘scream like a madman possesed by a demon, cursing every player on the field’, then yes.”
I heard that you have killed defenseless children before.
“I heard that you —-” Finish this in my ask box
“I did. They were in the way and nothing can hinder me, especially if I have a mission to carry on- A job is a job.”
I heard that you can actually be.............. not so bad.
"I heard that you ----" Finish this in my ask box
“Sounds to me that I have to go look for whoever said this and remind them why my name’s ‘Deathmask’. Even if I do admit that my ways have change a little compared to before.”
[Honestly? I am surprised no one had done this yet. Or they did and they were so sneaky I didn’t see.]
@corxscorpii @leporteurdeau
“I would believe that if I actually was into ‘blabbering’ as you put it. You’re probably mistaking it for the sound of your own, or you simply missed, also, the sound of my voice, it seems.” Aphrodite enjoyed a challenge, and it did seem Deathmask was prone to give him one.
It was fine. He had all day.
“Nah, mine sounds more like yapping, ‘Dite. Yours is a full on blabber, sometimes adorned by some complaints- But I never said it was a negative thing, did I?” Deathmask shrugged before finally turning around to properly face the other Saint with a shit-eating grin plastered onto his face. “Yadda yadda yadda, read whatever you like in my words. I am an open book, am I not? The sort of reading a parent would forbid their child to pick, as with all my colorful speech, I’d be rated PG-13 at the very, very least.” And with his confusing metaphors, he could challenge a philosopher.
“‘Just you’? So you truly missed me that much?” How flattering, how… endearing. It wasn’t like Aphrodite did not miss his company as much, but it wouldn’t be the same if he did not poke at his friend a little further.
“Then again, maybe I just missed your blabbering. It made for great background noise.” If Aphrodite thought he was going to let it go easily and openly admit that even for a second he had missed him- Well, he was in for a long and tortuous ride.
“Why, it’s evident I do. I always have, no?” Aphrodite folded his arms before his chest, gazing at his friend. “It is equally good to see you, Deathmask. It certainly has been a while.”
“A while? That’s an understatement! For two people who used to see eachother almost every day, half a year feels eternal.” Deathmask snorted and waved his right hand. “Or maybe that’s just me, you know.”
“My, you said you missed me and disappeared a moment after. Did you regret saying so or leaving a message was enough to soothe the longing you felt?”
@soulless-smoker
“Tell me, was I ever one to linger about, when the ‘emotion talk’ started? It’s not my forté and I’d prefer beer and fresh air over it any time. Actually, I am surprised I managed to spew out those words- Hope you’ll cherish them, because it won’t happen again any soon.”
BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE. repost, don’t reblog.
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Having a good laugh felt easier when it was with Deathmask. Albeit his way of getting that laugh was awfully questionable. Shura would’ve been careful as he quickly released Deathmask’s nostrils to let the man free with breath. It didn’t wipe the grin from his face. Shura only laughed more at Deathmask’s reaction.
The Capricorn Saint eased back right into his own seat, crossing a leg over the other now that he had enough room to do so. He took a sip of his drink and propped that elbow over the armrest.
“We are friends, Deathmask.” He swirled his glass more, “And I know that! I would’ve let you breathe eventually. How can I let you die of suffocation? If it’d make you feel better, I would’ve honored you by hanging your face in the grandest spot of your temple.” Of course, he wasn’t serious. Shura then gestured over to the napkins stacked on the center of their table. “Now do you mind if you fetch me two of those? Or more? I want to wipe off your drool.”
Deathmask was still busy touching his own nose, as if worrying about its state when it didn’t even hurt- That was probably the alcohol still taking its toll on his mind state. He vaguely glared at the other man, purposely taking a longer, deeper and louder breath, just to point out that he didn’t appreciate how he had been woken up by his beer-and-cocktail induced slumber. “You could’ve just tapped my shoulder like any other person, just so you know.”
“Friends, really? So much for being friendly, trying to cut my air supply off-” However, even if he sounded offended, the Cancer Saint all but slung his arm around the Capricorn’s shoulders, dragging him back closer and hoping that the sudden movement had caused some of the drink to spill. A sort of tiny revenge. “Sometimes I wonder whyyyy I put up with someone like you.” To emphasize that, he poked Shura’s cheek, grinning wildly. “Then you make comments like that and I remember why.” Deathmask patted the Saint’s shoulders with an apparently proud expression.
“Napkins? Whatever, go get ‘em.” Sure he said that, but it didn’t mean he’d remove his arm.
@soulless-smoker
“I once said that I didn’t know what appalled me more: that you know how to bake or the mere thought of what goes inside your maze of mind. I still stand for this. Although I must thank you for remember this… day. I guess. I’m not sure about the correct protocol or etiquette in this occasion anymore.”
“And I like chantilly just fine.”
“That’s because you always desperately try to understand everything- You should try to live the present instead of analyzing it, you know? Just for a change, an incredible adventure in the life of common people, where they just say ‘thank you’ instead of studying their behaviour. Keep it in mind, it could be a wonderful experience to try. Oh, and, you’re welcome. I will keep that chantilly in mind for the next time you turn one year older.”
Out of all the other gold saints, who do you want to slap the most?
“Mh. I guess that depends? I mean, most of the times I get to interact with Deathmask, which isn’t that often, I feel this mild need to punch him in the face, and I suppose that counts as slapping? Not really the same, but close enough? But then again, sometimes I have this urge to slap Camus, so maybe he might start thinking like an actual human being. Maybe. So… It’s a tie?
Oh, and it’s not entirely related, but I’ve already considered slapping Shaka’s ass, just because I think he would have no idea how to react, but. First, it’s not like I want to lose my hand or die or anything. Second, the bastard’s always sitting anyway.”
“Well, I had no idea you we into this sort of thing.”
“That’s hilarious, ‘cause you look just like you’d be into this sort of sadistic shit.”
Out of all the other gold saints, who do you want to slap the most?
“Mh. I guess that depends? I mean, most of the times I get to interact with Deathmask, which isn’t that often, I feel this mild need to punch him in the face, and I suppose that counts as slapping? Not really the same, but close enough? But then again, sometimes I have this urge to slap Camus, so maybe he might start thinking like an actual human being. Maybe. So… It’s a tie?
Oh, and it’s not entirely related, but I’ve already considered slapping Shaka’s ass, just because I think he would have no idea how to react, but. First, it’s not like I want to lose my hand or die or anything. Second, the bastard’s always sitting anyway.”
“You just try, Blondie Locks, you just try.”
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▤ = falling asleep on them
Shura swirled the alcoholic contents in his glass, watching the large ice cubes barely topple and tingle against the glass. He was lost in thought, not paying attention to what his friend was rambling about. It was one of their nights out drinking beer and squeezing in whatever fun they could have with what little money they could throw.
Despite being in a daze of his own, it didn’t take Shura long to realize that Deathmask had quieted down. When he turned to check on his friend, he noticed Deathmask’s head on the side of his chest snoring lightly surprisingly, but drooling onto his black turtle neck shirt.
“Deathmask?” Shura started softly to check if he really was totally out.
He was rather annoyed at the drooling, but Shura couldn’t help smile a little at how peaceful Deathmask seemed asleep. He looked like an overgrown infant with that face of his. It was almost hard to believe this peaceful looking man was the same one who filled his temple with numerous faces as trophies.
“Deathmask.” Shura whispered softly as he carefully held his opposite hand to the man. “Deathmask, I’m not carrying you back to Sanctuary…”The Capricorn pinched Deathmask’s nostrils together lightly.
Athena bless nights out and also whoever had the great idea of inventing that magic beverage called beer: nothing felt quite as satisfying as gulping down some fresh out from the fridge beer and it felt even more amazing if it was draught beer spilled right from one of the best taverns in Rodorio. As if that wasn’t enough, that specific night, he was in really good company, as he had managed to drag Shura out for some drinking.
Luckily enough for the Cancer Saint, his ever so serious friend looked sincerely happy to be there for once, but Deathmask couldn’t tell for sure, since he had long since stepped over that line that divided ‘sober’ from ‘alcohol included giddiness’ and maybe he was just starting to see things upside down? So maybe Shura was frowning. The thought had been enough to make the Saint groan and fall over against his friend’s chest, in a sort of attempt to be reassuring, but- What was that turtleneck shirt made of? It felt so incredibly soft and...
The next thing he knew was that the Capricorn had cut off his air supply, making him wheeze like a fish that had been kicked out of water.
“Oy, oy! What the hell, Shura?! I thought we were friends-!” Deathmask was screaming bloody murder, but he ended up wincing at his own loud voice- It was too soon to be hangover, so maybe he was just suffering from...Something else. “What were you doing? I need air to live, you know?”
