#limbo.

[noxiius]

idek who this character is but #follows u 2 the ends of the earth tbh : |

outofcharacter. he's jusT ANOTHER ASSHOLE WITH TRUST ISSUES AND BROTHER ISSUES AND LOOKS ABOLUTELY EGOCENTRIC BUT HE'S JUST TRYING TO COVER UP THE FACT HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHO HE IS AND IF HE'S STILL HUMAN AND ONCE HE LITERALLY PUT A HAND IN HIS CHEST TO KNOW IF HE HAD A HEART BUT THAT'S TMI APPARENTLY I HAVE A TYPE JFKDLskdldsa;jdsa. 

[ mews at you until you love me. ] 8'I

[liberationseeker]

-hands over a cute pink bag with ribbons, filled with baked goods.- [the tag reads; For my one and only Master.]

[ eyes go find her feminine figure standing before his eyes, a curious stare is thrown at her before taking the pink back into his hands. he actually checks what's inside before everything else, when he finds there food, appreciation shows on his facial features. ]

    ❝ shit that's a lot of stuff, Reb -- for me? ❞

[ he then looks the outside of the bag, all that pink confusing him at first, then he finds the tag. ]

    ❝ heh. thanks. ❞

[liberationseeker]

[≈] { :I }

Send [≈] and a URL and my muse will go kiss them!

-- C'mon, that is too easy. Maybe unexpected, but still. 

A smirk is showed on the lips of the half demon half angel and the fingers run to meet the shoulders of the, dare to say, 'target'. Yamato is indeed a target now, and she can't escape from the grip, even if it is a soft one, of him. It's nothing new in the end, right? Not like it was a scary thing, not like it was something he could avoid anyway. They have been living 'together' for quite some time, and unwanted attentions were the last of their problems -- a long list, by the way. A sigh escapes the lips and no word is wasted -- the distance between the two of them is null as he quickly gets to her rose lips.

The big hands of him fall down and from the shoulders they go to the hips, going past them, and the fingers meet on her back. The grip is tight and he doesn't want to let go.  

[liberationseeker]

Kiss { me } like the world will /end/. [ Press your lips right up my spine. ]

Before I fall —

before I fall, [ kiss me hard ]           

[liberationseeker]

Those arms he fought threw around his neck, legs kicking in the air enthusiastically. "Oh, I worked so hard to find your place! Brother showed me the way after awhile because I kept getting lost!"

He was sure that Osiris alone could bright up the whole place, it was showing in the same moment she locked her angelic arms around his neck and the legs into thin air. “You coulda have —” call me. Eh, no, Dante really doesn’t understand fully how this new thing work. But it’s fine. She was there, he was there, there was nothing to worry about now. “Nevermind. It’s nice to see ya, anyway.”

[liberationseeker]

"Master--?! MASTER!!" Osiris threw her arms in the air, eager enough to have a miniature series of heart attacks.

Well, shit — to think he had to put Aquila under a special training just to let him remeber that he is no ‘Master’ — this means more neighbors yelling back at them? Whatever. His hands fly to the tiny feminine ones, just to get them down gently. “‘mhere Osi—.”

[liberationseeker]

What do you feel for Yamato?

[ I create this idea of she wishing for me to want her. I sometimes forget that is not real. She does not want me, she is not mine. ]

A sigh would escape his lips,rude words would get out of his mouth, maybe one, two, three cursing at the sky and at the silent God hearing him getting angry.

Yet, nothing came out.

Dante’s figure stood still and his mind started to torment him, laments were cried and screams were heard in the screwed up dark place.

Feelings sharp as sins, sins sharp as swords.

“She does not belong in Hell, she has no place in Vergil dirty hands.”

She belongs to me, she is mine, I want her. I’m going to get her. I’m going to make her stay. She fills my heart in the night and leave in the morning, she’s going to stay. What I feel, what I don’t, does it matter as long as she stays? If she doesn’t —

“I don’t know about feelings anyway.”

Trust issues. Do I trust her? Why would I.