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But G., are we not good friends? You wound me so~

"......"

[ephemerecloud]

@hauntingmist

Whilst the Vongola gardens were certainly peaceful and quiet especially at this time of day when most of the guardians would be out and about, Alaude found himself preferring the solitude the rooftop held. Sprawled on his back, head rested lightly on one arm, he flicked through the pages of his favourite text. 

If only things were always this quiet.

He covered a yawn, finding that the heat of the afternoon sun was lulling him into a drowsy state. As much as he wanted to, now was not the time for a nap. There were other pressing matters... The Cloud sat up suddenly, gaze fixated on a seemingly empty spot. “Trying to sneak up on me again, Daemon Spade? When will you learn?”

[fiamist-blog]

          loyalty;  what loyalty?  speak for yourself.  the words almost snapped out of him.  and though he held in the snarl that threatened to give way, his face was easy enough to read.  his eyes had narrowed and his jaw tensed.  loyalty.  the concept was ridiculous.  even if he wanted to believe differently.  the idea was nice, he’d admit that, but nothing more.  after all, when it came down to it, was anyone truly loyal to anyone but themselves?

          what the fool said next drew his thoughts away.  and his eyes widen as his focus shot back to his rival.  the man wasn’t wrong.  he was curious.  deeply so...  and just as much suspect.  if this man was up to something, he wanted to know.  he needed to know, really.  it was, in short, his job if he considered himself among the vongola.  of course, that was really an excuse.  most importantly, he’d vowed years ago that if given the chance  ---  and cause, of course  ---  he’d make certain it was he who put an end to daemon spade.

          and with that, he resolved to cooperate.  for now, anyway.  he wanted to know.  he ignored the lazy insult.  it wasn’t worth picking over.  the words were as impactful as the bite of a flea.

          “ fine, then.  i’m listening.  just make sure you don’t waste my time. ”

@hauntingmist; cont.

[fiamist-blog]

           oh;  is that so?  training with the sun guardian?  the boxer?  hilarious.  somehow, he doubts that.  and for good reason.  he’s well-acquainted with liars.  but, also...  he can’t imagine spending even the better part of an afternoon alone with ryohei, taking lessons.  and he imagines knuckle to be much the same.  even the idea makes him cringe.  and his expression visibly twitches, more at that than at the half-hearted attempt an an insult.  still, though, he’ll play along.  he’s not about to pass up an opportunity to call this man’s bluff.  and so, he forces himself to grin.

           “ i’m sure that was fun.  why not show me something, then? ” make my day ---

@hauntingmist; cont.

[nebbiatempesta]

She lost herself in the music, delicate fingers moving with grace up and down the keys of the piano, not merely playing but guiding it along to the tune of her melody. Each note was a reverberation with her very soul and she found herself humming along, a small smile on her lips. Chrome was glad to have rekindled her love for the instrument despite her past negative associations. Music, like her illusions at times, was an outlet for all her pent-up emotions that she didn’t know what to do with, it helped her relax and keep a clear, focused mind. She finished the song with a flourish of her hands, resting them on the keys as she tilted her head slightly, then back.

“It’s impolite to lurk, Daemon-san. One would think you’re up to no good again.” Her lips curved with merriment and she turned fully. “You haven’t visited for a while.”

@hauntingmist

[ephemerecloud]

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

“... And what are you, ten?” Alaude snarked back with disbelief as he took in Daemon’s too-bright smile and proffered hand. He knew better than to trust those gleaming blue eyes that promised nothing but trouble. Yet, for some unfathomable reason, the blonde decided to stand up anyway with a sniff, both hands planted on the table as he leaned against it. “If anyone asks, this was all your doing.” 

After all, Alaude never got caught.