#* emil

[lxspritdelescalier]

dividedequinox

He was a little confused, crouching down and scratching the area behind a puppy’s ear in the adoption center of a pet shop and wondering exactly what it was doing there. The fact that it was in a cage piqued Emil’s curiosity and he had to question the morality of it all, but all he could do was sit there and let it happen. “... It’s okay, buddy... I don’t have a home either.”

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floremhortum

The contrast between the two was stunning--golden locks to black; gracefully translucent drapes to thick, tattered robes. The pair almost seemed lost as they meandered down the midnight streets, eyes searching this way and that for any clue as to where they had managed to lose themselves.

"Milady, the night is growing frigid. We must find shelter before you catch a cold." Emil watched his sister with eyes uneasy, though she seemed not to be listening. Her focus was elsewhere and that only seemed to worry him more. "If you don't pay attention, you'll--"

"EEK!" And there is was, Anelie tripping over the cloth of her dress and stumbling forward into a stranger, eyes drawn shut to curtain her embarrassment. "I-I am truly sorry!" Emil was quick to steady her, careful to keep his hands from making contact with her skin, but he was quicker to hide his face behind the carved mask. He bowed in gracious apology and moved back in effortless step.

"My apologies, she wasn't looking where she was going."

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* : Insatiable : * || [OPEN]

It was disgusting.

The deep, blinding red. The cries of agony from the prick of his fangs. The irony taste that he rolled over his tongue with disgusting satisfaction. He savored the flavor, relishing in it’s rarity to enter his ever-thirsting mouth, and held his victim close. He could feel the warmth diminish as he drained their life force completely in order to fuel his own, and the shadows loomed over their figures twice as thick when he forced himself away, using every ounce of self-control he had left as to not gnaw at the raw, lifeless flesh.

What was he doing? He promised himself that never again would he give in to the hunger. And now he felt sick as his eyes fell upon the victim—another helpless, innocent soul that his lack of constraint tore away from the life of the living.

He stood, laying the body down gently, careful not to get any remnant of the blood on himself. As he stared at the body, his stomach ached and lurched in the discomfort of knowing that he had done it. Again. And he felt nauseous at the thought that he might do it again… No—that he would do it again.

He lifted his mask and placed it over his face, securing the clasp at the back of his head, and he walked away. But as he turned around, his heart started to beat rapidly at the sight of someone else nearby. The rush of their shadow as they passed by blurred in his vision, and all he could think to do was panic. The thick shroud of shadows around him grew darker, nearly pure black around his figure, and he began to approach the other. No witnesses would survive. No one would know about the horrible deed he had done. He had to take care of any and all evidence leading the mindless murder to himself. It was truly, absolutely disgusting.

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* : Insatiable : * || [OPEN]

It was disgusting.

The deep, blinding red. The cries of agony from the prick of his fangs. The irony taste that he rolled over his tongue with disgusting satisfaction. He savored the flavor, relishing in it’s rarity to enter his ever-thirsting mouth, and held his victim close. He could feel the warmth diminish as he drained their life force completely in order to fuel his own, and the shadows loomed over their figures twice as thick when he forced himself away, using every ounce of self-control he had left as to not gnaw at the raw, lifeless flesh.

What was he doing? He promised himself that never again would he give in to the hunger. And now he felt sick as his eyes fell upon the victim—another helpless, innocent soul that his lack of constraint tore away from the life of the living.

He stood, laying the body down gently, careful not to get any remnant of the blood on himself. As he stared at the body, his stomach ached and lurched in the discomfort of knowing that he had done it. Again. And he felt nauseous at the thought that he might do it again... No--that he would do it again.

He lifted his mask and placed it over his face, securing the clasp at the back of his head, and he walked away. But as he turned around, his heart started to beat rapidly at the sight of someone else nearby. The rush of their shadow as they passed by blurred in his vision, and all he could think to do was panic. The thick shroud of shadows around him grew darker, nearly pure black around his figure, and he began to approach the other. No witnesses would survive. No one would know about the horrible deed he had done. He had to take care of any and all evidence leading the mindless murder to himself. It was truly, absolutely disgusting.

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* : Lovely Night Out : * || anxosreto

anxosreto

Emil's ocean eyes were wide in amazement at the vivid reds and yellows that colored the trees. He'd never experienced this kind of weather back home--there weren't any distinct seasons back in Sylvaria or Airia or anywhere in his home world.

He probably shouldn't have been so surprised at the difference between this world and his own, but all this color and light and just everything was so... new. Approaching a tree nearby, he rested his hand on the bark, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He could feel the life running through the tree, and it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He couldn't help but smile from the warmth that resonated through his body.

As he opened his eyes again, he took a step back and bumped into someone--probably a passerby--and gasped in surprise, jerking his head to stare at them, their face, and then not. His eyes shut tightly in sheer embarrassment and he bowed low, heat running to his cheeks, ears, everywhere. "I-I'm so sorry! I hadn't been paying attention, and-- And, well..." He took a deep breath and straightened up, smiling innocently. "Well, isn't this all just so... beautiful?"

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* : Not My Time : * || [Death!AU] || reikokutoattakai

reikokutoattakai

Shallow breaths echoed within the stone halls of the abandoned castle, rushed footsteps pitter-pattering as a young man's bare feet struggled to carry him away from the alchemists chasing after him. It wasn't his time. It wasn't right. He'd only wanted to see his sister again, and suddenly he was a threat for stepping out of his room.

There was a flash, blinding in contrast to the scarce candles lining the walls, and he yelped as his eyes instinctively shut, causing his foot to slip as he passed over a small pool of liquid. When he could finally muster the strength to pry his eyes open, the light had faded along with the candles, and he was surrounded by a mass of the corrupt scientists, needles and scalpels in hand as they crept toward him.

He was paralyzed. He couldn't move.

The next thing he knew, the dark halls grew even darker.

He thought he saw a light, but for only a moment, before his body lurched into consciousness again, or so he thought.

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scionsoftime (Can't copy/paste because mobile. ouo;;) Anelie returned the smile, warm and glowing. "That's good! But it looks like you might get a bruise..." She pointed to her own forehead to reinforce what she was trying to say. "Do you need help with that?" The raven-haired boy sighed and tugged at the collar of his shirt. It was times like these where he wanted to just drag her away. Too bad that was out of the question.