#thiefofshadows

[shadowgodling]

thief-of-shadows replied to your post:

"Revenge."

"Hmmm. That doesn't sound like it would work on you. When did you want me to get revenge on people for you?"

[macabre-shackles]

He heaves out a sigh.

[thebakuraisland]

@thief-of-shadows​

It’d been a long time since he’d walked in these streets. There was something powerful here keeping him away, something too daunting to dare touch. But there was also intrigue, and fun to be had. Taz simply did his best not to look too much like his dad. He didn’t really in the first place, different face and all. The albinism couldn’t be helped, but hopefully the gaudy clothing and obnoxiously large sunglasses would.

And here was his target, standing next to him waiting for his take-out order to be called. How convenient.

“Cats?” He asked, after having glanced at Thief and given him a quick once over.

[dastardlydalliances]

"E-Exorcism roleplay!? How kinky do you think we are?"

"Meh. I was dating Florence. That kinky princess made everything look fucking tame. What kinda shit do you do then?

[starbrightbakura]

@thief-of-shadows:

“Hey! What do you want?”

The star drifted in a small circle above Thief’s head, only glancing down at him with vague notice once or twice.

“Why must I want anything in order to enjoy an evening outside, to breathe the night time air?” He questioned as though he were entirely innocent. 

[dastardlydalliances]

There’s no way anyone except a crazy person would think sulky, whiney @thief-of-shadows is saner than me. I’m the fucking sanest guy on this whole planet. Sanest, sexiest, smoothest, smartest *wink and finger guns*

[shadowgodling]

(( Thief and Necrofia’s kink is dark gods rampaging through the city ))

[shadowgodling]

"Please protect Gold. Please. I'm so scared..." His prayers weren't usually so desperate, but he usually didn't pray. Could Godling even be trusted with that kind of thing? At least this was a selfless request.

Thief’s voice in his mind used to be so familiar. Now it felt cold. Unfamiliar. But it was desperate, a Bakura in pain, and Godling wouldn’t treat him unfairly even if he was angry.

Through the darkness, into Thief’s pocket, he dropped a small piece of paper with the snake hieroglyph carefully etched. Heard. Taken care of. He’d see too it that Gold was safe, as he always did.