breath of life.

「if not by faith, then by the sword, i'm going to be restored」 affiliated with citta alveare

[kibounohane]

[nenenenone]

[mirukucoffee]

[dokkoishotto]

アンクさん

[kandismon]

portrait commission for @trololous <3

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[shashashautaa]

She didn’t mean to stay long. The food held no appeal to a tongue that could not taste it, the music no appeal to an ear that could not enjoy it, and the crowds no appeal to a girl who was not truly a girl, who couldn’t form a connection to all these joyous, happy… fulfilled faces.

And the sense of romance in the air was absolutely stifling. It reminded her of Gamel’s futile attempts to garner her attention in such a way, made her chest ache, dully and faintly, so faintly. She almost wished it hurt more, just so that she’d be feeling something.

She had only really come to see what all the fuss was about- gotten some semblance of an appropriate outfit to get in the door, made sure not to cause any trouble, not that she could- but that particular intrigue having been exhausted, she was more than ready to go when a familiar voice spoke out beside her, causing her to turn her head to look at the other greeed, head tilting slightly in benign curiosity. She wasn’t frightened of him anymore- hard to be, really, when she knew him so unnaturally well- and his company was once again a… nice… prospect.

“It seemed interesting. I wouldn’t have expected to see you here, either.”

[tajadoruu]

Ankh grumbled, inclining his head in a nod. He felt awkward around her, as he had for a while now in this place. But as of late he’d also felt more... at peace, speaking to her. Unnatural, uncomfortably personal knowledge went both ways between them. Even without the bond-building experience of switching bodies and memories, she was like him. As much like Ankh as any human was like Ankh, really, the bird caught between the two, but there were hundreds upon millions upon billions of humans, and there were only five Greeed. And it just so happened that she was the only one he could stand for any length of time.

He stared down at his plate of food for a moment before speaking, lips pursed. “There’s food here,” he began, the first thing he’d admit about his motivations. “And Eiji... OOOs is here. I thought I should come along too.” He spoke stiffly to a piece of fruit on his plate, frowning a little now.

“It is interesting, a bit. It’s too loud, though. I can’t hear myself think sometimes.” He looked at his very human hand too, and added a little sourly, “And they’ve bound our powers here, too.”

[shinichameleon]

By 

カトウ　ユウ

[providemon]

   “Yᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀs ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ᴏғғ.” Snide and immediate arrived this retort, sharp words compensating for what blatant bluffs Bill had put forth prior. Still, he lived to bear witness to every minute shift to the other’s countenance as he considered the possibility, amber eyes alight with a devious glint as a laugh burst forth from the words to follow.

   “Fᴏᴏʟ? ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜᴇ ɪs. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴘᴀʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀɪsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ.” The stream of insults never ceased, let alone even wavered between the two parasites, something of a chuckle rolled forth from the back of Bill’s throat before he continued still onward. “ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅʟʏ sᴀʏ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ.” He cooed, implying the same could not be said for Ankh himself. So following did a distinct shift in the music pair itself to a hand shot out to envelop itself in Ankh’s own, fingers forcibly entwined betwixt the demon’s as a tug was given out towards the dance floor.

   “Nᴏᴡ’s ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇss! sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀ. ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, Lᴏᴠᴇʙɪʀᴅ. ʟᴇᴛ’s sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ!”

[tajadoruu]

Ankh’s fingers twitched, rather like he was ready to punch the demon at that jab, but any motion was stilled by Bill’s fingers sliding through his. He snarled, trying to tug his hands from the other’s grip, hissing “Oi- I-” He swallowed the protest impulsively trying to slip out:  I can’t do human dances-

No, he couldn’t admit that.

The Greeed set his mouth into a thin line, tightening his grip on Bill’s hands until it was nigh vice-like. “He... is a bit of a fool,” he allowed stiffly as they moved towards the dance floor. “But he is clever, annoyingly clever.” And then they were among the other dancers, and he was done with that subject. Okay. Dancing. He looked down at their feet, gaze focused, trying to look like he knew what he was doing.

“I’ll show you what I’ve got,” he grumbled, glancing at the dancers around them. It was a fairly fast-paced song, and he knew that he only had a moment or two before the demon would mock his slowness. So he tried to imitate those around them, starting to move his feet and moving his gaze up to glower at Bill. “I won’t just do all the work,” he warned, his foot coming down hard on his partner’s foot as he spoke. The look on his face made it clear that it wasn’t mere accident pretty quickly.

“You’ll have to pull your weight too, so let’s see what you’ve got.”

[anythingooos]

Dressed in a fine red suit for the sake of the ball, Eiji would’ve given himself one more quick look over before heading out towards where it was supposedly being held, surprised at the amount of effort put into but more so, surprised at just how spacious and pretty everything was! As he looked about he let out a low gasp and whistle, stepping forward. 

“ Amazing.. I can’t believe only a few people helped put this together.. “ Although heading there alone, he was hoping to meet at least one or two familiar faces for the sake of enjoying the night.

@tajadoruu - @dhrithri

[tajadoruu]

Ankh had, in the short about of time he’d been here, already shed his suit jacket, his tie (he’d lost that on the way over, in fact), and had two buttons undone on his shirt, his hand worrying at the third button as he wandered the area suggesting that that one would soon go too. The suit was too restricting and formal, and he hated it with a burning passion. His irritation with the horrible pieces of clothing, however, was cooled a little when he noticed an all too familiar face.

“Oi, Eiji.” A short, gruff greeting as he came to a halt in front of the man, hand sliding to the back of his neck to rub at it and his other hand jammed into his pocket. He looked the other over, gaze sliding over the red outfit.

“... I like your suit. You don’t look totally ridiculous.”

@dhrithri

[providemon]

   “Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ғᴀᴄᴇ? ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ’s?” Chiding was this threatening remark following the cube of cheese which rebounded off of the golden entity’s shoulder. Scooping a hand to intercept its fall, this cube too was shortly ingested as Bill basked in the pride behind his quip.

   “Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀssᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ’ᴍ sᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ’ʟʟ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs. ɪɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ. ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ’s.” He notated with a wicked grin before traipsing boldly onward. “ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ.” Not that he knew it as of yet. But minor details were minor for a reason.

[tajadoruu]

“No, I think mine is too good for you. You’d probably ruin my face if you ever got your tiny hands on it again.” Ankh pursed his lips, huffing. The threat didn’t scare him, really, despite the disorientating experience of dual possession flashing through his mind again. There was some... thing blocking powers here, anyways, he’d found as he tried to leave the detective’s body earlier. The demon was as harmless as fly here. Probably. Maybe. A statement subject to testing.

“And I have a date too-” he added in a hiss, indignant. “He’s much better than yours, undoubtedly. Much better company, I’ll wager, than whatever fool you fished out of the trash.” He tipped his chin up haughtily, eyes narrowed at Bill. Alright, maybe Ankh’s didn’t know yet either, and maybe he didn’t really count as a date, but that was beside the point. The point being Ankh’s pride.

[kibounohane]

[providemon]

   Far too close loomed the golden entity, eyes which betrayed the act of possession which had lent him this tangible form wide to behold a facade which didn’t bother to displace disgust with charm. No matter– he wouldn’t have expected anything less from the creature before him. Rather, the act instead inspired a chuckle to adorn Bill’s lips as he leaned back ever slightly from Ankh’s personal bubble, the piece of cheese formerly secured between the Greeed’s fingers procured for his own enjoyment.

   “Oʜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ sᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ, Bɪʀᴅʙʀᴀɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴜᴘ ʜᴀʟғ ʙᴀᴅ– ʏ’ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ᴄᴀsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴘᴀss ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴄʏᴄʟɪɴɢ. HAHA!”

[tajadoruu]

The Greeed stared at the blond as though he’d just committed the most unforgivable offense, nose wrinkled and mouth pulled down in a scowl. “I was talking about you,” he snapped irritably. The cheerful look on the demon’s face was, as always, irritating, and Ankh longed to wipe the look from his face. In the most violent way possible, naturally. He reached behind him to pick up another cube of cheese and flick it at Bill petulantly, sneering.

“I’m tired of your face already. This is a big place, I’m sure that you have friends or something to go heckle, yes?” A pause. “Oh, my mistake, I shouldn’t have assumed that anyone likes you.”

[tajadoruu]

@shashashautaa

If there was one face he wasn’t expecting to see here, it was hers. But it was kind of... nice, seeing a familiar face that wasn’t an unpleasant one- mostly. Ankh would just watch the other Greeed from a distance for a minute or two, trying to decide whether or not he should go over. The other option, continuing to stand here by himself, was admittedly tempting.

But he strode over nonetheless, a plate of food still in hand, and he came to a halt next to Mezul, clearing his throat a little awkwardly.

“I... didn’t think I’d see you at a place like this.”

[tajadoruu]

@providemon

The first thing that Ankh had made sure to locate the moment he’d entered the party, true to his nature, was the food table. Tugging at his collar, already antsy in the suit that he’d had to be practically wrestled into, the Greeed picked out a diced piece of fruit from a bowl, popping it into his mouth and looking around, bored. The food was good enough, and Eiji was here, so those were pretty attractive factors.

He turned, a small cube of cheese moving from his hand to his mouth now, and his bored expression quickly morphed into a look of disgust as his eyes met a pair of all too familiar ones. Oh. Wonderful.

“So. They’ll let any old garbage into this party.”

[tajadoruu]

((Ankh’s outfit for the ball, forgot to post this earlier!))

[kamenriderfourzzze-blog]

          “Cause it’s a ball, man! The point is to look as cool as you can and wow every body!”, Gentarou said, a hand finding its way to Ankh’s shoulder. “And I’m gonna make sure we’re the coolest in the whole damn room, bro”, he promised, bringing the bird inside of the shop with him, taking a look at suits on the way in. They’d have to get something custom done, of course, and Gentarou knew exactly what he wanted. 

          “So what kinda suit you think you’re gonna wear, Ankh?”

[tajadoruu]

“I don’t know. What kind of suits do they have?” The Greeed broke away from Gentarou to look at the suits on display, lips pursed. They all looked uncomfortable. He’d worn one of these, once, when he’d first taken the detective’s body, but these looked like different suits- formal rather than business. 

“... I want it to be red,” he said suddenly, staring at a suit jacket a little dubiously.

[tajadoruu]

@kamenriderfourzzze​

“... I don’t see the point of this.” Ankh stared at the suits in the window display, a frown twisting his lips. He’d been dragged here by the overenthusiastic boy who stubbornly called Ankh his friend, after he’d told him that he was planning to go to that dance or party or whatever it was with Eiji. His main motivators for it were the promises of food and Eiji’s company, and he had little interest in looking suitable for the event.

“Why can’t we just wear normal clothes?”