#middleeasterncommander

[innocentdemandarchived]

aisxkingu has encountered the former prince of Nemisis

Demando turns to face the blond general, his eyebrow raised. "Have we met before?"

[beautyofbluefire-blog]

middle-eastern-commander

"Wait. I'm confused. Say that again?"

[crystalbrooch]

Somewhere on the other side of town, Usagi is subjected to a sneezing fit and a shiver down her spine.

[chevalier-de-la-lune]

'Memories of Sorrow'

The smell of burning flesh invaded his senses as he deafened himself with his own screams.

The call to Venus was a trap, laid by Venusian soldiers brain-washed by dark Earth magic. The brunette Earthling with his boot pressed into Emile’s chest was once a man known as a friend to the people of the Moon, a man who was one of the Four Heavenly Kings. His mouth moved, incantations spewing forth and energy surrounding his hand. Emile panted and cried, Lunarian curses spilling from him, as the man manipulated his flesh into a crude symbol of the planet he came from. 

The warrior flailed, naturally looking to his comrades for help. Instead they loomed over his body, watching with cold eyes and twisted grins. He had watched them fight and submit, with those who refused being cut down by Lunarian steel. 

He felt like cattle. The man was slow with his branding, and laughed at Emile’s panic. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t escape. He couldn’t fight.

He had failed.

By this time his bellows were now just squeaks and hoarse barks, his throat burning like the fresh mark on his chest. The man above him stopped speaking, signaling the end of the torture. Emile felt a dark, blistering energy forming inside of him, consuming him.  

"We invade the Moon tonight," the Earthling hissed, a sickening smile on his face and a fist in the air. The men around him cheered.

And Emile did so as well.

[gleameyed-ac-blog]

I hear the echoing sound of a clock's hands. // middle-easter-commander

Nightmares.

They are not a foreign concept to Marion, who had learned that nights were best spent working on a pet project than in a bed running from monsters in his sleep. Since making the mistake of coming here, they come more vivid than ever, waking him up with a scream that upsets the neighbors and a sweat that soaks through the pillows and sheets, leaving him cold and shivering.

Tonight is no different. It's a little after 3am and his dreams of gold and glitter were interrupted by flame and the smell of burning flesh (his flesh) and cries of betrayal. No sooner had he woken than he'd fled the room, dressing in a rush and bolting from his tiny apartment into the Tokyo streets, seeking refuge in the many and racing from the few. Scrubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands and nursing the freshly purchased coffee, he hunches down on the bench and considers leaving.

Perhaps go somewhere else. Buy a plane ticket, leave. Flee and never look back. There was no place he called home and thus he was not bound by any obligation to return - perhaps a legal one, but if there was one thing he had learned it was that his abilities were strong and the people around him were susceptible to them. It made getting what he wanted, when he wanted, incredibly easy.

A shiver races down his spine, something twists in his stomach. Marion draws his knees to his chest, looping a skinny arm around them and drawing them close. He hadn't even paid for the drink in his hand. 

But even the world doesn't seem large enough to run from this. What had seemed like a great adventure, an adventure to find purpose and belonging, was now feeling like a prison. Something dark and heavy lay buried in his mind, and he wondered how many more sleepless nights would come and go before he lost his mind completely to it. A glance down at his feet, one socked, one bare, his shoes had been forgotten in the haste to leave, that perhaps it wouldn't be long at all.

"This is so stupid."

Resting his chin against his bony knees, he considers the last time he had been in this park. The girl with the sunshine hair, who had regarded him with such terror. Zoisite, she'd said. And the other girl, bright and vivacious, had inspired such loathing and fear in him he could hardly stomach it... they both had. They'd both been something to be afraid of, but perhaps worst of all...

They'd stared at him like he was something inhuman.

The only one that hadn't was...

His toes curl against the bench, embarrassment rolling over him at how well he remembers that face, that voice, and how safe he'd felt near him. Marion didn't feel safe around anyone, it was a general rule he kept himself to - people were dangerous, relationships were dangerous, and so to let his guard down around a man he'd barley met felt so stupid and childish he could kick himself for it.

It's worsened as he catches himself tugging his phone out of his backpack, worrying his lower lip as he considers how genuinely stupid this all is. Except as he dials the numbers (memorized them, how pathetic) he feels a certain calm wash over him. A sip of his coffee, he lets it ring until an answer comes.

"I'm in Azabu Juban Park," he says, and lets a silence hang. It's three in the morning and he's not wearing shoes, his coffee is cold and he's tired.  The unease and uncertainty creeps into his voice again as he speaks next. "Come, if you want to."

With a flick of his wrist he disconnects, rubbing his cheek against his knee and giving a miserable sigh.

[andabigredbow-archive-blog]

Lunch in the Sun; Is Minako Going Crazy?!

|♀|--A headache. It had been slowly creeping in ever since she left Makoto's home and now was beginning to hit her full force. Just her luck there wasn't any sort of remedy in house. To top it off? She had to walk to some cafe to meet Kunzite a few blocks away. 

In the blistering heat. 

Why of all days had the damned general picked today to have this little meeting? What was there really to discuss, anyhow? She was taking good enough care of Usagi, and Mamoru to a degree, but the older man was generally fine to be taking care of himself. What were the Shitennou's intentions? To take her place as leader, a status she did her best to maintain? 

No, Kunzite wouldn't do that, she assured herself mentally. The heat and the rhythm beginning to sound against her temples was just starting to get to her, that had to be all. A good iced tea or something would set her straight, maybe even coffee. 

As the blonde approached the meeting spot, she spotted the silver-haired man instantly. He was sitting at a table in the open air... in the sun. 

Fabulous. 

But even so, she smiled with a small wave, coming over to take her seat. "Sorry if I'm a little late. Artemis and I were talking when I lost track of time." 

More like arguing over video games. 

[andabigredbow-archive-blog]

"MINAKO-CHAN, THAT IS NOT THE PROPER USE OF A GRAPEFRUIT!"

{{LMAOOOOO}}

|♀|--Kunzite thought otherwise.