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Fingers curled tightly onto the collar of the now dirtied-white shirt. The boy wearing it was suddenly snapped back from his crazed running frenzy. There was still random screeching coming from the annoying creature. If only he brought duct tape around with him. Maybe it was back at his car. Black eyes gazed down at the small child with incredulous annoyance. This boy had made him walk down eleven different alleyways, over two fences, and through barbed wire that had been set up just to unsuccessfully keep people out. Regulus glanced momentarily at the tear in his jacket recalling the brush past sharp metal. Great. He would have to get that mended. All for a thief and a wad of cash. 

Regulus was in no mood for a hunt. yet, there had been too much running. There was no need to go this far when one noticed he was not losing a tail, he reasoned. Regulus had lost sight of the male many times, yet the scent of dirt and sweat had exuded a clear path. Each time he had caught up, there had been yet another unearthly screech followed by a gruff curse. In the busy streets of Busan, nearly nobody would care about such a sight. No one to stop either of their hurdling figures. Why of all Mondays must he deal with street ruffians. 

The boy would now find his shirt, and inevitably his person dragged back toward the nearest wall by a man clearly wishing to waste no more time. Whether or not the smaller fought was a precarious decision. Regulus would not let go wither way, but he might drive his fist through intact ribs just to gain some cooperation should the struggle continue. He wanted the cigarettes back too, after all. A small grunt slipped from the beast as a kick was aimed at his shins. Digits slid to the boys shoulder as he shoved the child into the cold brick.  “Pack. Back. Now, boy.” His voice was gruff with an air of impatience. It took a lot to drive this man to such a disheveled state, and once he reached the teetering edge, the fall was so very far from his collected state. He was no longer in the mood to play, and his set jaw and stretched lips might hint toward his lack of tact right at that moment.

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Babe

Send me ‘babe’ and I’ll do this.


you are :
[x] cute 
[x] pretty 
[] decent/okay
[x] beautiful
[x] sexy
[x] unf

If you stayed over, we’d:
[x] cuddle 
[X] talk
[X] chill
[] make babies 
[x] have sex
[x] make out
[] have a pillow fight 

On a scale from 1-10, you are: 
[] 1-2
[] 3-4
[] 5-6
[] 7-8
[x] 9-10

You should:
[x] come on over
[x] make me a sandwich
[] text me 
[] call me
[x] be mine
[X] talk to me more often

I want:
[] your number 
[x] to kiss you
[x] to hug you
[x] to be yours
[x] to make you smile

[myheavenlyhells-blog]

Babe

Send me ‘babe’ and I’ll do this.


you are :
[] cute 
[] pretty 
[] decent/okay
[] beautiful
[x] handsome[] sexy
[] unf

If you stayed over, we’d:
[] cuddle 
[X] talk
[X] chill
[] make babies 
[] have sex
[] make out
[] have a pillow fight 

On a scale from 1-10, you are: 
[] 1-2
[] 3-4
[] 5-6
[] 7-8
[x] 9-10

You should:
[x] come on over
[] make me a sandwich
[] text me 
[] call me
[] be mine
[X] talk to me more often

I want:
[] your number 
[] to kiss you
[] to hug you
[] to be yours
[] to make you smile

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"Well, she is gift enough for a whole one of my lifetimes, yet she was given to me by Wufan's wife!" Tutting he shakes his head and reaches out to run the pads of his fingers along the kitten's back, still feeling the soft bumps of her spine, though she was gaining weight well.

He would not argue the point. It did not make a difference in the end. He had been teasing. “There are presents in the wardrobe, sweetheart.”There were mostly books beneath the simple red and green paper, but at least one of the five gifts head a car bed in which Omlimpia could lounge in if she desired. “I’m going to go get cleaned up, alright?”

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"Hm yes, she does quite.." the vampire hums as he lifts her and turns her to receive a kiss on the top of her head. Sitting up as he's beckoned he looks over at the man expectantly. "What did you get us?" He sets her down on his lap for a warm up and pulls his legs closer to be sitting in more comfort.

Crimson watched the feline as she sniffed at the unsuspecting warmth. He could gobble up this little creature within seconds, yet she was curling up in a little ball. Perhaps she knew he would not – but only for Renè’s sake. There’s a small smile and then he was glancing up at the vampire. “You mean Olimpia isn’t my gift to you?”

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“Ah, there you are” the vampire nod, but does not raise from his laying position as that would disturb the kitten. “There are gifts for you” he nudges his head to a rectangular, flat gift wrapped in dark green, shiny paper with a plumb bow and on top of that, a small box shaped gift in the same paper with a small gold ribbon. 

“I believe it is tradition to tell that a fat man dressed in red garb brought them however no, it was me” he nods his head to them for the man to open them. “Large one first” he dictates, inside is a black, fitted shirt with small pear buttons that he had seen and liked for the man. He’d taken so many shirts for Rex he thought it proper to replace one, and now knew his sign. 

“The other is from Olimpia” he hums, cupping the little feline up in his hand but quickly mutters, “well no that was me as well..” Inside was a gold chain necklace that he would like to see the man wearing. 

Regulus watched with mild amusement, eyes trailing over the two brightly wrapped gifts. Fingers reached to loosen the buttons of his shirt until was tugging the fabric loose. He moved in, and he hung up his jacket before he neared the bed. The mattress sank beneath his weight, and the hellhound tipped his head to steal away a kiss.  “I’ll take you in a sheer garment instead.” There was teasing laughter as he turned his attention toward the presents. Slender fingers neatly tore away the wrapping until the shirt and jewelry. There was a light smile dusting his lips. He set the items aside, exchanging them for the vampire as he beckoned him closer.  “Tell the feline she has good taste in clothing. Thank you, my dear. Merry Christmas, hm?” 

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"Regulus, come here!" The vampires calls out, laying on the man's bed with the small kitten sprawled, playing on his chest. She bats at his fingers, catching them when he allows, trying for a chew on his nail before he pulls them away again to continue the game. Her faint lips parting to mewl as she enjoys the game greatly.

A long day it had been, and the hellhound was tired. The plan had been a hot shower, dinner, and then bed with his pack. That was, until the door opened. The scent of Renè’s aftershave hung in the air, along with a stranger scent. And then, the deep, yet familiar voice echoed through the apartment. Rest was forgotten quite willingly and the hound’s feet thudded softly against the floor. Fingers unbuttoned the coat and he drew away the top layer. Entering the bedroom, his lips spread in the slightest of smiles, and he took a moment to lean against the door jam to admire the beautiful creature atop the sheets. “Yes, Prince?”

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angel-of-mars 

The foreign presence approaching the door of his penthouse had the Celestial’s hackles raise and a growl emit from his throat. The footsteps were quite but the aura was more than hostile, the seething hatred and anger already feeding him energy as the stranger drew nearer. Through Mars couldn’t yet see this uninvited visitor, he already didn’t trust them.

Standing swiftly from the couch, the angel made his way briskly to the front door, yanking it open. With his towering height and large build, the Celestial filled the door frame, his lips drawn back over his teeth, pointed canines bared. “Who are you?” he snarled at the stranger, crimson eyes flashing with warning.

Footsteps echoed loudly toward the door. This was not her. She had lighter footsteps. The way she walked held an air of fear to her every step--a trait that Regulus still found a lack of respect for. No, these steps belonged to someone who held great power--or someone who believed in such.

Sure enough, the door opened to reveal a creature much taller than one with such a baby face could be. For an instant, the hellhound’s eyes flickered searchingly over the figure, the male seeking answers. The scent that poured from the male was that of burnt flesh and burning fire, and those eyes were filled with more death than ones he had seen in awhile. This man held power of the Old Religion, and his aura was that of an angel. The rumors that he had heard were true. The wench’s puppeteer was who people said he was. Regulus nearly laughed at the thought. Perhaps now the weakling and her pack would survive, but not of her own strength. It had been a miracle she had made it thus far. A simple hellhound he was, and an angel this creature was. Even in his old age, there was no doubt of who was stronger. Regulus would be able to do little here. His fingers would not get to entice the air from Mel’s little neck after-all. Regulus’ charcoal gaze met the angel’s, lips curling slightly to reveal the tips of sharpened canines, though he made no move to challenge the dark being.  “We should talk...about your pet and about my little one”