#bloodlicked

[explosivelotus]

A soft chuckle. "My my. Like looking in a mirror..."

@bloodlicked

[breselin]

     ★ How long had it been since they last met with one another { for work-reasons only? undoubtfully? }, countless days and nights have gone by. Fates entangling, changing, shifting what they once were and what they had now become. Even without truly knowing the extent of the alchemist's nature, the ex-soldier was aware that the other man wasn't quite human anymore { or at all? }. Delighted, if he were to be honest, in watching the other approach with picture-perfect purity of white clashing starkly with the deep corruption of long hair. It's always just an amusing visual effect { and knowing the other man's husband? knowing what he was was, would Sephiroth truly question? }.

    ★ Enough of that when he rises to a stand. When he extends a hand in greeting, knowing well that markings engraved upon palm could be the undoing for so many unworthy ones.

    ★ But had they not long ago found an understanding in each other? Even before his own mind desired nought else but the disasters and calamities of the worlds? How laughable. But smile just is all that he does. "Quite a long while ago, that we were able to meet." With their selves and beings now totally and absolutely turned inside out - was it not like meeting for the first time ever? "Pleasant, to do so outside of mere business arrangements." For both, the backgrounds of their organisations were not anymore { destroyed? eradicated? brought to ruin? }. "Go for a walk with me~? I am quite eager to hear what all I have missed in this world~"          || @bloodlicked ♡~

[thecrimsonmonster-a]

Kimbley: *sees @bloodlicked destroying @ignicule * Kimbley: B) Encore, please.

[thecrimsonmonster-a]

kimbley and kimblee being brothers and killing people together is my aesthetic tbh

[[yaaaaaasssss murder twinnsssss (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ]]

[theredbladepaladin-archived]

Keith has been side-eyeing the guy causing so many people problems. "I mean, if he's that much trouble, I could just teleport him to space and leave him there."

[invidiaas]

the smirk he gave was one of PURE MISCHIEF when seeing kimblee again, like two friends who would immediately get into trouble the moment they saw each other. ' kimblee, good to see you again .' / @bloodlicked

[deathleads]

" Quite honestly, I hadn't expected him to die so easily, you know. The soldiers are usually more resilient to my toxins. . . strange, very strange. Say, care to try a bit, @bloodlicked ? If you're lucky, you'll die quickly like this one. " she patted the purpling corpse with an open palm. " How attached to your mortal body are you? "

[gorinto]

standing behind him, solf would place a special, glimmering necklace around the older shinigami. he is careful to delicate trace the scars of revealed skin once the thing was clasped gently together, kissing the back of his husband's neck with tenderness so unlike him ( but solely for undertaker's liking ) before whispering against his skin. "it reminded me of you, but can't compare to you. truth be told, i believe it's better placed on you; maybe then it can be brighten up your day, my death."          @bloodlicked​ ♡

     How deceptively gentle, one might want to say, was he with these kindnesses bestowed upon his person while thoughts had been so fleeting, carrying him so far away, wandering to an unknown place before being drawn back by subtle touches and tender pulls. The ease of a hum as his first reply. Followed by the light turns and shifts of his head to the side wherever touch may be bestowed upon marred skin, pristine and light, like a doll's cracked open porcelain surface.

     He never really cared all too much for worldly possessions [ they are replaceable, possible to be remade ] and yet would not speak out against them offered to him by the man he called his own for uncountable years and years.      " How flattering~ "      Within the tease of a response a peal of laughter followed. Lightness in his response beyond expectations, when nought his fingertips would find the fine and glittering material now resting against his neck, but the hands, touching and tracing what should, usually, stay hidden from prying eyes [ all but his own? ].

     " Tsk, tsk~ Is this all you are willing to give~? "      Beyond the promises, the expectations, the wills and wants of their togetherness shared, beyond all that he could grasp for and hold and still was he so greedy, would expect more and more brought forth as a veiled demand with velvet tones. And yet he finds no desire to wait for an answer. Allows no moment for a response to be found as soon as he twists and turns in the other man's grasp till facing him was a craving well and completely fulfilled. Smiling, smiling, nothing else but the togetherness shared that was as exciting as it was countless days, weeks, months, and years ago.      " Do not keep me waiting~ "     Waiting for the reward of closeness.

     When the Shinigami's arms had wound around his partner's neck, pulling him closer and closer, enjoying the feel of the inquisitive touch that had traced scarring along his neck and back to slowly glide down clothed form. As if exploring something that should stay so obviously hidden [ for is it not a fact that they are both so greedy? ] feeling whatever Solf was in need to reach. He would let him take what he desired. Take that kiss in return with the mild tilt of his head, with the breath exhaled to be tasted by his lover to full when he nought but wanted more and more and would only give them both as much as they deserved. After all, their game had only suitably begun a few heartbeats prior with steps announced.

     With thoughts thundering.

     With wishes brought forth.

     With the knowledge of an engagement that would go beyond the glory and glimmer of earthly possessions, tingling, chiming, gently in all its intricacies against his skin. How quaint, when all he wanted right now, was the obvious obsession drawn over his skin, dragged and turned at each curve to find a place to rest and sit, wherever it may be. When all he wanted was that taste of a softened sound of desire to spill forth and onto his tongue. Oh, he could appreciate whatever thought had run through his husband's mind. Could adore it deeply, yet---

     ---it had always been him, that he chose.