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[infernalian]

@kingsglaivefuriaroad replied to your post “[kingsglaivefuriaroad] "Are you mad at me too, boss?"”

[kingsglaivefuriaroad] Tredd flitted to his side, settling on his shoulder and preening at the touch. "I'd noticed, Lord."

    He pressed a hand to the sprite’s back, guiding him closer where Ifrit could press his nose to Tredd’s stomach.  “I have you, at least.  I need nothing more.”

[arraaxis]

@kingsglaivefuriaroad

Axis makes a small noise when he feels Tredd’s lips against his neck. Goosebumps appear across his skin, traveling from the the tips of his fingers, up past his shoulders and around his back. There’s a nearly-silent gasp, and he finds himself digging his fingers into Tredd’s hip bones to ground himself. 

Keep kissing him like that, Tredd, and see what happens.

[captaindrautos]

@kingsglaivefuriaroad

#I want to speak with a manager 

I am the manager.

[lxzarus]

@kingsglaivefuriaroad "Furia--" Luche's voice is rough and scratchy, deeper than usual and nearly unrecognizable. Burns litter his face and his arms, and some can even be seen on the flashes of skin leading down his neck. Not only that, but his breathing is painfully audible, almost like he's struggling to retain his oxygen. There are tears built up in his eyes as he kneels down at the redhead's side, charred fingers sliding to his neck to check for a pulse. Faint, but existent. "Furia...wake up." So they've survived, if only just barely, But at what cost?

[arraaxis]

@kingsglaivefuriaroad

Axis is cold. Very cold, in fact, because the heat in his apartment is busted. And that’s how he ends up at Tredd’s door after dinner with two children at his side and a baby in his arms.

Liana lets out an exasperated sigh before Axis can even speak. “It’s so waaaaarm inside. Uncle Tredd, please please pleaaaase can we stay here? Our house is freezing.” 

Axis flashes him an apologetic glance.

[infernalian]

the God appears to @kingsglaivefuriaroad:

    The little redhead was a spitfire, a human after the Infernian’s own heart.  The God hadn’t made himself known to a mortal for some time, the last had been another redhead, full of anger and hate.  Ifrit had pulled that mortal to his chest and gifted him with immortality.  Looking now at this one, this ‘Tredd Furia,’ it seemed that Ifrit had a type. 

    He had no need for another accursed, but Tredd Furia had a use beyond that.  He stood, a traitor within Bahamut’s Kingdom, and his soul burned with anger and violence.  He was a fitting tool for the Infernian’s plan.

   The God didn’t wait until the Glaive was alone before making his presence known.  Time crept to a halt around Tredd, his friends freezing in place, Sonitus in mid-sentence.  The blue glimmer of a Glaive mid-warp hung like crystals in the air.  The sun seemed to flicker out, the only light a soft blue glow that seemed to envelop the entire world.

    The god stepped out of nowhere and everywhere, bare foot touching concrete and leaving scorch marks behind.  Flames licked from Ifrit’s skin and his eyes burned like lava.  Long horns protruded from his head, branching out behind him.  The God’s head tilted slightly as he observed Furia, curious to see how he would react in the presence of an Astral.

[captaindrautos]

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[captaindrautos]

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