#sclxinvictus

[noiretabby]

sclxinvictus replied to your post “cursed idea shieldbert and soward blog”

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[melemeleguardian]

Tapu cocoa sounds really nice right now.

“Yeah it does, doesn’t it?” Is he going to get some Tapu coco from him? Or suggest getting something. Or anything really? No, not really.

[rocketbcss]

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[viiridemque]

Cyrus

@sclxinvictus​

What does a twelve year do outside at 1:30 AM at night? Nothing good. The move she snuck out to see with her friends wasn’t even that good. A midnight viewing of a new superhero movie, boring fight scenes, a forgettable love story, and a predictable twist. Not worth the 1000 yen she spent on it. The snacks and popcorn though, always worth it. She’d be vibrating on candy and caffeine for another hour at least. 

She biked down the road leading to the house and parked it behind the kitchen. She dug the key from underneath the mat and entered the house through the back kitchen door. She closed the door behind, turning the door handle so the latch wouldn’t click. The fridge hummed but the house remained quiet and still. Her hand searched out in front of her, running along the edge of the counter. She left the kitchen turned down the hall and perused her way through the house, smug that she got away with it. 

She passed the living room and startled hard, near jumping a foot in the air. A dark figure waited on the couch. Too small to be Dad (thank Arceus) but not any of the kids for certain. She squinted into the dark, heart pounding until she identified the uneven silhouette of hair. 

“C-Cyrus?”

[leaf-fuguri-blog]

Starter for @sclxinvictus​

There’s an exact distance of three inches between her and Cyrus on the small couch. Her arm draped over the back but still she was certain not to even brush her hand over his shoulders. Fact: Cyrus didn’t like being touched and she didn’t need him uncomfortable right now. The hotel room was small and dark but the leather seats spoke of wasted luxury. A man sat on the couch across from them, two more by the door. All three wore black suits, professional and cool. 

The man, Itsuki, retrieved from his pocket a carton of cigarette. He extended it to Cyrus and Leaf first, over the coffee table. Leaf leaned forward and accepted a cigarette. There was no refusing the offer and Cyrus wasn’t going to do it. She lit it with her own lighter and pulled a long drag. The flavor was too weak and she never did care for filtered cigarettes. She let it dangle between her fingers thoughtlessly. 

“Thanks you for the meeting, Itsuki,” She said. “In case you haven’t met, this is Cyrus Akagi, an employee of Giovanni. He’ll be negotiating the hotel plans.”

She let Giovanni’s name linger on her tongue and hover in the air between the three. Both a threat and a shield. There was someone with a lot of money standing behind Cyrus and Leaf. It was the best she had in the moment. The two guards at the door took her pistol before she entered (she surrendered it). If she was a betting woman she’d put money on all three men packing heat. 

“Is there anything you’d like to add, Cyrus,” Leaf suggested. She glanced down at him and took another hit of her cigarette. 

[criimsonsun-a]

// @sclxinvictus​

“So tell me.”

The café around them is busy, people filtering in and out, but Cyrus stares straight ahead. The noise is one that he is used to, comforting yet grating. The sound of milling people, of lives different than his own carrying on. If he were alone he’d muse over this, but for now, all attention is directed toward the man sitting across from him.

He takes a sip of the cup in front of him. Black coffee. No sugar, no cream—such were frivolous in the consumption of caffeine. He’s always enjoyed bitter foods, anyway. It’s a wonder Cyrus has been able to escape from work for an hour or two, but time was always made for his near-identical twin.

“I have a few hours before Saturn will realize I’ve left him and send out a crusade. It has been a while since we’ve caught up. How are things? Anything—interesting?”

[sunnyshocked-a]

{Starter} @sclxinvictus

Should he say something? He was staring, so he had to say something. What should he say? A simple hi would be ridiculously awkward, even by Volkner’s standards. He exhaled once before shifting his gaze towards the other.

“You’ve got some interesting hair. I’d remember it if I’d seen it around my city. Do you maintain your looks? I hear it’s a fine way to get others to take you more seriously when you take care in your self-grooming habits.”

[ghostliied]

( ✦ ✦ — @sclxinvictus ; cont. ✦ ✦ ✦ )

     It wasn’t fair. Why did he get to cage her up? What wrong had she done that she needed to confess. Had caring become a sin now? Was she not supposed to express any worry for those that needed it. Had it been so wrong to be selfless during times of despair?

          “To what must I confess? I do not understand!”

     Her voice gave way to cries, but they seemed to fall on the ears on nobody. Through pained eyes all she could do was hold onto the bars that confined her to a small space. Her lips quivered and her hands slowly slid down but she pressed her forehead against the metal bar. Was this really her punishment?

But tell her, why, what had she done wrong to deserve it. 

          “Please!?” She whimpered once more as her grip tightened and she clenched her jaw. “Why?” Tears rolled down her angelic face, but she was far too ashamed to look back up at him again. “What have I done?!”