#nigoru

[blczier-blog]

"go back to sleep." it's a feeble attempt at an order, especially with how he doesn't even bother to raise his head from the pillows, but. still. he's neither prepared to lose sleep nor natsume's warmth to the outside.

       was simply getting a glass of water so difficult? there has not been a single restorative chance for the both of them all night, and to finally get a bit of a reprieve would be very much appreciated. yet, simply the manner in which the snake just lazily INSISTS that he stays put brings a soft smile to his face; truly hopeless, he thinks, as he pours a glass for himself and downs it before reclaiming his place on the bed beside him.

        ❛ I’m here, shh. ❜ and they both know that when he says that, he means it. he tucks the covers over them for good measure before planting soft kisses on the snake’s forehead and lips. it’s one of the calmer moments between them, and he appreciates it for as long as he can. 

[blczier-blog]

he smiles against natsume's neck and presses a kiss to the crook of his collarbone, thumbs rubbing soft circles onto his hipbones. warm....

       they are full of passion, his lips; they know not of moderation nor restraint. they do not ghost over his skin, but rather, they press themselves firmly on it, as if to claim, to OWN. whether there was a fight over who is in control or not didn’t matter in the heat of the moment, and as if it is all too natural to Natsume, he wraps his arm around the smaller man’s waist, lithe underneath his touch. his free hand tilts Corrupting’s chin up ― it is a gentle, soft gesture, to be able to see the face of the man he loves and loathes with all of his heart, his being, his very own damned soul.

       he felt it; the satisfaction radiating from the snake, the contentment over the fact that they were inseparable, whether in life or death. they are bound in soul and in deed despite the ATROCITIES that Corrupting commits to others and himself ― reasoning that good and evil cannot co-exist, similarly to how water and oil simply cannot mingle, would be far too much of a generalization for their relationship. there it is, the telltale signs of a smirk incoming on the snake’s countenance, and Natsume roughly claims his lips for his own. anything, anything at all, for him to wipe it off his face. he is his dearest, darling, dreaded.

       ❛ you’ll be the death of me yet, ❜ he says. it is nothing but the truth.

@nigoru

[raginxtempestas]

That’s almost nostalgic-- @nigoru

Well this “event” was certainly unexpected. Was this some kind of long ruse the snakes were playing at? Where they to expect a motive to pop up saying how the food they had eaten was poisonous or something like that. Although the was also the chance this could very well be safe and it was another way for the snakes to tease at them how in control of everything they were. As a demon, they have Samael’s respect.

The choice of attire was interesting. This was the perfect opportunity for him to replace his torn out robes he had been wearing up until this point for a style of clothing very similar to his own.

He notices a figure walking with quite the following, perhaps they’ll know where to get clothes to match the themes of the festival.

“Hey you seemed to have gone ahead and gotten ready for the festivities. May I ask where I can find a similar set of clothing?”

[tsukaretahebi]

Why-- @nigoru

A snake lies on the counter that serves as the check in place for the Inn he works at. Tiring was never one of the most actives but as soon as the first snowflake hit the ground he promptly followed suit and would appear to be out of commission for quite the while.

However, due to events that transpired on the last trial, he was forced to place a bell on the doorway to his Inn to alert him of any customers. A horrible decision as this forces the snake of tiring eyes to wearily raise his head from the counter too look at whoever had just entered.

“...”

“...Please tell me you’re joking and you aren’t gonna wear that shit for the festival, Corrupting”

[edennohebi]

vincent is here to fight haruka

     it’s no surprise to deceiving that vincent is back once more — but his choice in opponents? that’s another story, albeit not being overwhelmingly shocking as it could have been. the most it results in is a brow raise from deceiving is a raise of the brow — there was assumptions to be made on why that was. given his aggression towards marry of all people, it could only be guessed that this was an act of revenge. targeting those dear to the one he loathed the most, deceiving supposed. he’s sure it’d be a pathetic sight — haruka wasn’t a fighter, after all. not from what deceiving could see.

     ❝  go on an’ actually gimme a fight this time, will ya?  ❞

                                                 ❝  FIGHT! ❞

♙ VINCENT NIGHTRAY ( @unlovcd ): 19 + 1 ( above average strength ) - 1 ( he’s a small child ) = 19 !

♟ HARUKA KOKONOSE ( @harukanosekaijiju ): 0 + 0 ( no advantages to speak of. ) - 0 ( no advantages to speak of ) = he refuses to fight a child.

     WHERE VINCENT STANDS READY TO ATTACK, HARUKA FALTERS. he has no interest in fighting a little kid — much less anyone to begin with. though he may not be keen on vincent, he still looks distressed at the thought — his squabbles of protest & trying to convince deceiving of otherwise had fallen upon deaf ears. he had no choice but to give in. his brows upturn, &a frown settles on his face that foils against the manic smile that’s etched itself onto vincent’s expression, & the taller boy sighs. rather than hugging himself in a defensive stance & a fit of awkwardness, his arms fall limp to his sides as he resigns himself to his fate — if vincent wanted to hurt him, then so be it. if he hated him, then what surprised was that? he had every reason to, haruka believed, & vincent took such as an opening.

     haruka only flinches when vincent dashes towards him, but refuses to move in any other way. he figures that if he keeps his eyes shut, maybe it won’t be so terrible. at the ready, his arm draws back & —

     is caught completely off guard by a pair of pale hands shoving him back, disorientating him. eyes wide, he staggers, eyes only falling upon none other than marry herself.

it seemed she wouldn’t stand for this. at all. 

♙ VINCENT NIGHTRAY ( @unlovcd ): 19 + 1 ( above average strength ) - 2 ( he’s a small child + disorientated ) = 18 !

♟ MARRY KOZAKURA ( @marinokakuusekai ): NAT 20 + 1 ( she’s absolutely enraged. ) - 1 ( physical weakness ) = 20 !

     though she may not hold the ability of the Queen within her, the medusae race are terrifying creatures for a reason. she lacks the reddening eyes, the scales upon her face, & the snake-like pupils that belong, but her clear anger comes across in more than a pout. her brows are furrowed, & her fists are clenched tight enough to shake. though he may tumble, vincent looks thrilled over the development — after all, it’s marry who he had targeted time & time again. in a way, perhaps this was his plan — a way to lure her out, to get her attention so she would hate him & try & fight him so he could make her suffer. he goes to move, but—

     marry’s fist collides with his jaw despite haruka’s voice being drowned out in the background, & vincent staggers back from the force of it, falling onto the ground & clutching his BRUISED JAW with a single closed eye & a sniffle. she allows her gaze to burn into him, wrath alight in her veins as she slips her hand into haruka’s & turns her attention to him — & he looks down at her in some mixture of surprise, amazement, but worry as well. whatever conversation they were to have, however, is interrupted by deceiving as he scowls & throws a leg over the ring’s barrier, tossing his cigarette onto the ground & crushing it beneath his foot.

     ❝   alright, break it up, break it up. ya can’t just go bargin’ inta the ring in the middle of a fight, understand? tag-teamin’ ain’t allowed, an’ you’re not gettin’ off scott-free for screwin’ with a fight. ❞ resting his hands on his hips, he scowls & taps his foot as he thinks. ❝  for pullin’ that stunt, you’re BANNED FROM HERE FOR A MONTH, capiche? your boyfriend gettin’ dragged back here ain’t countin’ — if he’s gotta fight, he’s gotta fight.  ❞ a quick glance to vincent, & he’s holding out his palm. ❝   ya owe me a fine of ONE HUNDRED COINS, too. consider it a fee for takin’ up time that could’a gone to a perfectly good fight.  ❞

[edennohebi]

Vincent is unhappy with the result and would like to 🔪 @ marry again

oh, deceiving could tell by the way he’s been sticking around the ring & sulking. he’s not looking pleased, but he’s left with no choice but to bring marry back to the ira ward, steadying her back in her corner.

❝ look, kid, y’either gimme a show or i ain’t entertainin’ your whiny attempts at gettin’ revenge anymore, alright?  ❞

he shakes his head briskly, fishing a cigarette out of his coat with a grumble, patting down his pockets for a lighter, or even a box of matches.

                                                          ❝  FIGHT! ❞

♙ VINCENT NIGHTRAY ( @unlovcd ): 3 + 1 ( above average strength ) - 1 ( he’s a small child ) = 3 !

♟ MARRY KOZAKURA ( @marinokakuusekai ): 15 + 0 ( no advantages to speak of. ) - 1  (physical weakness ) = 14 !

YET AGAIN IS REVENGE THE TOPIC OF A FIGHT; & ONCE MORE, IS MARRY FINDING HERSELF AFRAID. of course she hadn’t wanted to fight: she didn’t want to the first time. but she was left with no choice in this scenario, wasn’t she? if she were to back out, there might be more consequences. vincent’s hunger for her suffering, however, hasn’t been quenched: such is apparent in the way that he barrels over as he did before, his hand raised at the ready. does he aim to scratch, or does he aim to gouge? perhaps both. 

his arm raises, a cry rumbling from his chords as he swings – once more, her skin is SCRATCHED AT, & the tiny medusa squeezes her eyes shut from the stinging, red mark left on her forearm. but this time, she decides to act – moving back to dodge his next toss of her nails, the sharpness just barely skimming her hair that flows back with the motion, she thrusts her own arms out. placing them upon his chest, she PUSHES HIM BACK WITH ALL OF HER MIGHT, KNOCKING HIM ONTO HIS BACK. before he’s given the chance to scramble up & grab at her again, however, she’s hastily stepping over the ring’s borders & ditching the scene.

for once? deceiving’s pinching the bridge of his nose. 

[edennohebi]

He... Asks the seagulls for help???? -masktm

dummy, seagulls cant talk. the ones that don’t immediately fly away give you a look as if you were some psychopath. thank your lucky stars they didn’t decide to attack.

➤ Leave Momo’s haze.

[mitescerexanguis]

@nigoru

“Aah, Corrupting. Stopping by for another visit?”