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Five in My Inbox Get Kisses // Not Accepting
Not dead, again, dammit.
He didn’t exactly try to get shot, but he sometimes, perhaps, begged for these fools to be better at murder. At least better than him.
He steps over the bodies of the gangsters half caked in the dust and metal of the hideout and whatever drugs were scattered by the skirmish. A chill moves up his spine as he moves down the narrow hall. Sirens ring behind him while dark vapor curls lazily around him. It whispered softly, and he scoffed.
“No.”
The whispers urged, he rolls his eyes.
“We aren’t killing cops.”
Disappointed sounds, half serious. As if it mattered what he said. He slips out the back window, red and blue flash down the allies behind him. The vapor shifts, spins around his form, watches the ally, insinuating.
The solider breathes out a sigh, “Fine, Deal. Last thing I need is bodies on both sides.” He reaches out as soon as the vapor forms solid, pulling at the back of Gabriel’s neck. His kiss is always cold, though this time he didn’t have to fight with him, this time he decided to be slightly softer. How interesting it was to kiss someone that could rip him apart in seconds. And he waited for the moment for years now.
He doesn’t twitch at the bite one his lips, actually biting back with whatever rebellion he decided to have at the moment before pulling back. He tastes the same blood his demon indulges in, watching him fade back into the shadows. He moves again when he heard movement heading along the paths.
He’ll need to disappear before he changes his mind.
