#carnalduplicity

[j-l-archive-blog]

-drops nero here-

-omnomnom Nero-

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+ seven have entered the church

flowers-only-a-gil

demonic--abyss

theblitzace

renothe

soldierfenrir

cruentisignis

carnal-duplicity

So many people! A small crowd in comparison to how few people came by. There was a hope that none of the few unrecognized men that had entered were not thieves. One would hate to have yet another fight in the falling apart sacred space. Still... There was the question of why the sudden influx for what purpose.

[j-l-archive-blog]

Nero-mun: why sick bby :

Seph-mun: My tummy has the ouchies.

Nero-mun: awww eat some bandaids.

Seph-mun: I would... still like to keep the ability to take a shit. Thanks.

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✧ AU rp -- carnal-duplicity: Acrylic Memories ✧

He loosened the tie around his neck as he sat down on one of the park benches. Well, not just one of the benches but... the one bench he sat on every Friday evening after work. 

Of course, he had stayed there late. Not because he had to but... simply because he had nothing better to do. Working hard had gotten him to the high position he's in but it did not come without repercussions. No one exactly wanted to get drunk with their boss. 

He watched couples walk around, families with their kids and pets. Everyone looked so... "... happy." he mumbled.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly and stood up, throwing his coat over his shoulder and starting to walk around a bit.

The scenery didn't change much. There were more couples. More children. More swings and playgrounds.  

As he walked, one thing was different about the few walls constructed by the skating park. 

As colorful as the park was, he'd never seen anyone actually try to add more color to it. And this man had succeeded. 

His hair was up in a messy bun, some of the paint speckled on the midnight tresses that hung around his face. And he was brave enough to do it in daylight. Did it matter? Probably not... he was extremely good at what he did. 

He stood there watching him work until the man with midnight speckled hair decided it was time to stop. 

Sephiroth was never one to do things on a whim but now that it came to colors... he'd lived his entire life in black and white. While change was terrifying... it was almost welcomed. 

He stepped closer, his eyes shifting between the mural on the wall and the artist before fixing on the mural. Why? ... because deep down he is really wary of any kind of social interaction and this one was particularly strange. 

"You're very talented."

A compliment was a good way to start, right? He left the part about the speckled midnight hair for later. Maybe... much later.

Now how does he tell him he's willing to pay him thousands of dollar to paint his home...