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"Did you get hit with another Anon again?"

{Too lazy to go on my Beato account}

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A golden butterfly fluttered into Izaya's office and silently landed on the desk, it soon changed into a perfectly wrapped gift with a note on it 'To my little kitten. Merry Christmas blah blah blah. Hope you'll like the gift. Love Beatrice xxx' Inside the box was a jacket made with the finest english wool. Beato knew he'd likely throw it away as they haven't really got on but it was a nice thought.

With the butterfly surprisingly appearing, he knew very well where the gift came from. He slowly unwrapped it, reading the note before opening the box. As expected. He was carefully lifting the cover, assuming it was a bomb or something.

"..!?" Nothing happened. He took a peek on the box, pressing the jacket as he smiled a little. It had been a while since he last spent Christmas.

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"Oh for goodness sake. Being silent doesn't suit you!" The Golden Witch appeared before him "At least I thought some one would of kissed you by now.. Oh well seems I'll have to." Beatrice brought him close to her and kissed him on the lips with passion

Mun: Holy... Someone actually got him to speak again! OuO

When Beatrice lips reached for his, Hybrid eyes widen. His first kiss was stolen from Beatrice. After a moment, he pulled off from Beatrice and smiled. "Ah, I guess your right. I'm more lively, when I'm talking," he said rubbing the back of his head.

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beatricesong replied to your post: I kinda wanna do a neko Skyler for a bit. I mean,...

Awww how cute would that be ^.^

I know, right? It's just so cute I wanna pinch his cheeks and jfdklkasdkl

#beatricesong #ooc #*falls asleep*

beatricesong replied to your post: I guess I might as well take a nap

"WAKE UP SKYLER!!" Beatrice poked him with her cane

He squeaked awake. "AH?!!! B-Bea?!"

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WHERE IS FORTUNA-CHAN?!

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Characters: Izaya, Beatrice Theme: Enamor Me

Allowing his raven-black hair to sway onto one side, Izaya exposed the bare porcelain skin of his neck. A small smirk played at his lips with his eyes turning into crimson, a vibrant red like the blood that was pumping throughout his body, as he locked his alluring eyes with Beatrice's. The reason behind it was remain hidden behind those eyes that wanted nothing more than to torment her.

“It really is exquisite..”

The informant began, his voice was velvety and hinted with the everlasting sarcasm that was practically Izaya. Beatrice knew well how he can provoke her with his words. It had been long since he last spoke to someone like that, attracting them even. He was on the mood. To pester her. To torture her in this way, to melt her from afar and he was sure she was craving for him even more.

“How badly I long for your kiss.”

In a few movements, Izaya was stepping into Beatrice’s personal space. His gaze was trained on her lips, his heart speeding up at the knowledge of what was behind them. Just as quickly, he spun on her, glancing back over his shoulder.

“I wonder if you can make me beg for it Bea-chan~ Make me beg for your kiss and so much more. No one’s ever made me so desperate before.”

He trailed a finger to caress his neck, pointing where she should lay her brims on.

“You probably could. With your voice, with your body. And your lips. I can take it all. All of it and more. I’m very resilient you know.”

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Characters: Izaya, Beatrice Theme: Graveyard

Strange.

Usually, the raven would just laugh after hearing some certain rumors or even facts about his acquaintances but that news about Beatrice's death, shaken him endlessly. In the past few days after that incident, he can't focus on his work. He was siting with his legs resting on his office table while circles maintaining its sight on the couch where she used to sit. Now that she's gone, he was incomplete. After all, no one actually had the thought of annoying him except her.

Hah, but he was definitely not missing her. Nope. Not that he can admit it.

Standing in front of her grave, the informant no longer payed attention to the pouring rain. Though its night time, the clouds were vaguely invisible and they were merging as every seconds pass as though they wouldn't want to be separated with each other. In his left hand lies his knife -- the one's he's always using and the one he used to aim against her. On the other one was black artificial rose. On whatever happened to got on the information broker's mind is unknown but he picked it on purpose.

Bending his knees slowly while his dark eyes fixated in her name carved, he was resisting the urge to laugh thus, having himself feeling so negative about it but in the end, Izaya could no longer stop his sinister laugh. He shouldn't be so upset, he shouldn't be so sad.. he should be celebrating because the nuisance disappeared. He place the rose slowly on her grave, barely having time to stay more.

"Neh, Bea-chan.."

Tch.

"I'll miss you though."

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