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quiet breath in drawn in & out . chaotic mind used to the silence by now , his own silence & the one people he’s trying to help give him . trust is not easy to come by , it’s to be earned & protected . although , eyes cast up to meet the other man , something close to a smile lifting at one side of his lips . ❝ you’ll have to speak sometime . ❞

@saeves /

#saeves #hope this is ok! <3

@saeves | cont x

“I am so very sorry sir,” he was scrambling up, holding a heavy journal in his arms as if it were a child, though the expression on his face wasn’t necessarily distraught. He was disheveled, yes, but his appearance didn’t justify the noise his fall had made, or the screamed that had followed. “Did I scare your prey away? I just— I thought I was about to fall down hill there for a moment.”

His eyes followed the straight line the man’s weapon had been pointing at, indeed there was no deer there, all had scurried away at the speed of light the second the scream had cracked through the silence of the valley.

“I hope that wasn’t your dinner— I got some food here to fix it. I’m really very sorry.” There was something there in his eyes, a glint, a spark, as if he wasn’t ‘really very sorry’ as if maybe he got what he wanted.

arthur willed his impassive glare to jab like daggers . he was not too enthused with his current situation . giving no immediate response to the other’s inquiry . just his sharpened eyes focusing on the reason his stomach still goes unsatisfied . a faint impression that he was being taunted ( i HOPE that wasn’t your dinner . . . ) , OF COURSE IT DAMN WELL WAS . was suppose to be . and now every damn living creature within his five mile radius was likely hiding or just gone . an exasperated sigh , and arthur slings his weapon ‘round to hang ‘pon his back . throwin' a hand up , he shouts . ‘ yes , you scared my god damn dinner off ! ‘ asshole . needing SOMETHING to suppress his stomach , arthur reaches into his pocket for his pack of smokes . ‘ how does your dumbass fall from up there ? the hell y’ doin ? ‘ he asks whilst striking a match and lighting his cigarette . dropping the light , he snuffs it out with his boot . a hand silently claps over his face , his fingers rubbing ‘round his eyes b’fore smoothing down his beard . exhaling a cloud of smoke , he asks of something he probably should have sooner ‘ . . . anyway , y’ alright ? y’ass is lucky y’ didn’t get shot . ‘

#saeves #saeves: 001 #v // 001 #( you lil shit icb )#( arthur ain't dumb / but he's also / r u okay / also im still mad af at u )

theres only room for one hottie here (haha puns) +*mikoto

Amnesia wasn't an uncommon feature in Yuma's life. He had lived two lives already, his third one eternal. Both previous lives (only one, he remembers) had ended in an early "death", and from then he is renewed without so much as a say in the matter. Growing up with a massive gap in your childhood memories isn't a pleasant way to live, unfortunately. Twas normalcy-- something he long expected to come out of his life.

It felt like Yuma had been a subject in this facility for a long time, yet there existed gaps in memories of his partner. As if he had never had one for as long as he would have been here. Granted, he never thought much about it until the gaps in his memory become more and more plentiful. It didn't do much but peeve the vampire further. Is he some sort of joke? Some toy to play with? Vampire or no... Ah, there's no sense in getting worked up over something this silly.

Then again, Yuma's a simple boy.

A sharp exhale left him. Sharp, shaky, tempered. It was still early in the morning, Yuma's supposed bedtime. No, he's a rebel. He will stay up late for as long as he wanted to, especially now that Ruki had seemingly packed up and left. Without him. Lovely.

The door swings open, its obnoxious creak more than enough to garter the vampire's attention. Hazels flicker outward, laid upon the red-head in question. Memory serves him not; this stranger didn't look like anyone he was aware of. Not a partner, not a room mate... But he walked in without a problem, so... Basic deduction skills are effective here. A thin brow quirks, lips lifted on one end in allowing a sharpened fang to protrude. Heated confusion was his what his expression read.