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Terada Takuya 236 ; Time Demon R/S ; S/O Note ✘

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captured ❞ — changmin&takuya (memory)

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Most people knew better than to interrupt someone with such an intense focus on something, that the world around them dimmed down to insignificance — and if Changmin looked back on this later, he would definitely decide that none of this was his fault in any way. He noticed the presence in his back only when an unknown voice spoke up close to his ear; startling the younger in response and his hand instinctively flinched away from the painting in front of him so that he wouldn’t ruin his work now of all times. It was a reflex that came with a consequence, however. A consequence in the form of a pinkish streak of paint neatly placed right next to the other man’s mouth, ‘pretty face’ as Changmin realized a few belated seconds later when he slowly turned his head towards the point where the paint brush between his fingers had met some kind of resistance.

A few almost comical seconds ticked by in silence before Changmin remembered to lower his hand, slowly as if that would somehow make him less guilty of what had just happened and for just one desperate moment, he wondered if he could get away with saying that it could be much worse because I could have stabbed your eye out and Hi, by the way. Realistically speaking, he knew this wasn’t going to work. He cleared his throat, sort of noticing how close the other was in the same moment as he mentally reviewed the question he’d been asked and that onslaught of thank you lord combined with gods no proved to be too much to process at the same time. Which wasn’t an indicator for Changmin being particularly slow or anything, he’d just literally painted the face of their model and most of these people were vain like nothing else so he nixed the idea of mentioning how that paint was the persistent and permanent type if not washed off immediately.

Instead, he fought against the urge to let his lips twitch under the smile that threatened to creep along over them. After studying the man next to him for a few seconds, he’d come to the conclusion that he looked cute with the pink smudge next to his lips (which he definitely did not study for a few seconds longer than necessary, not at all) and at the same time utterly hilarious. Laughing at the other male, however, was not something Changmin planned to do. And so he only parted his lips a few seconds later, after being absolutely sure that he could keep a straight face and let his eyes flicker over to the painting for a moment, then back to the other’s face. “Nothing is more subjective than the perspective on someone else’s appearance, but yes I think so. Well, right now there’s obviously something ..” He trailed off, lifting his hand to lightly nudge the corner of his own mouth with his thumb before clearing his throat again, more quietly this time, while deciding that this situation was much easier to handle if he just turned back towards the painting in front of him.

"You should probably wash that off quickly," Changmin then added, voice casual and hopefully not raising any suspicion at what he implied with quickly, before dipping the brush into the remaining paint again and finishing the line he’d been drawing when the other first interrupted him. That was, however, the only thing he got to do. Another thought crossed his mind, something along the lines of how is a temporary model going to know this school’s layout and it caused Changmin to turn back against better judgement, eyes questioning while he blinked up at the other man’s face. “.. Do you know where?”

[tempusxtakuya]

It really shouldn't have been a surprise that something untoward would have happened if he spoke to someone, a great metaphor for the entire thing, he mused. A few blinks, and a good measure of being completely unsure of if what had just happened had really just happened, before a twitch in his lips allowed for the faintest amusement. It wasn't that he thought it was amusing to be painted, rather not, but it wasn't as though he wasn't aware that this was at least partially his fault for surprising him. Though he couldn't help but think more people should be more aware anyway, especially considering he was the one this little heathen was trying to paint.

"Surprisingly rude, darling," he intoned, hating the idea of having this blob on him. Sure, makeup was, in a way, painting oneself, but it certainly wasn't this, though he tried to simply quiet down his temper and not allow himself to get too annoyed. It wasn't ideal, obviously, but the little fool was clearly not going to even apologize. "Maybe you should mark your painting to match this little..." he gestured vaguely, "'subjective' decision." His tone wasn't fully irritated, and if he could gauge it correctly, his eyes hadn't shifted in color, so he was alright for now. More or less.

However, at the mention of needing to wash it off quickly, a perfectly manicured brow arched slightly, his hand going to the artist's wrist to pull him up with him. He didn't know or very much care if he was going to interrupt the painting if he did so. Though when he did, he was almost surprised the other wasn't as short as he'd predicted. Not that he was sure it mattered, but nonetheless. "Show me," he ordered, clearly none too pleased about the prospect of the entire thing, but knowing that he at least needed to get it off. "Who stabs people with a paintbrush?" he mentioned, though the hint of a smile graced his features, "though I don't know, the color might suit me." It wasn't really worth getting too upset over, after all. As long as it washed away, there was no harm, and as long as the little heretic didn't do something like it again it would be fine.

[rip-out-the-wings-of-a-butterfly]

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captured ❞ — changmin&takuya (memory)

He was gorgeous. Not just the kind of pretty-gorgeous either; there was a distinct difference between pretty and beautiful, between simply looking like an attractive face or a fully aesthetically pleasant being that seemed to have the aura around them radiating. This man was definitely the kind of beautiful-gorgeous that made Changmin thank the Heavens for his study choices sometimes and the free ticket to shallow pining and shameless appreciation he gained under the excuse of art. At the end of the day, he was still a professional of course. A professional in training who could get carried away sometimes, but the young man possessed a sense of dedication to his work that surpassed the commitment of his class altogether — at least that was along the lines of what his teacher had said before sighing and leaving him to finish his painting, which Changmin didn’t think of abandoning just because a bell told him class was over. That had been one year ago and by now it was a natural habit for him to stay behind until the last stroke of his brush against canvas finished his latest work. The object of his current distraction didn’t have a name but Changmin quickly decided that he didn’t need one either because he was more than alright with just referring to him as ‘pretty face’ for the rest of this semester and have his best friend roll his eyes at him because you’re supposed to paint them, not ask them out on a date.

Not that Changmin had any interest in dating anyone, thank you very much. The small commotion around him signaled another end of the school day, distant voices blurring together with the sound of feet shuffling across the ground, but the young man himself barely even looked up. He’d stopped looking up a while ago, in fact, once the outlines of the male model they’d been blessed with today were safely pinned on the canvas in front of him — after that, he rarely ever bothered to study them any further. Changmin often found it easier to capture someone when he relied upon his memory and did not try to bring every angle and every line on their face onto paper in minute detail. Art was not only a form of self-expression but also freedom for him and his paintings seemed to live more easily when he went by his heart rather than his mind; it made the slope of the other’s nose a little straighter today, his lips a little fuller and the lines of his eyes a tad more seductive than they probably were outside of the hormone-blurred lens of a nineteen year old boy, but Changmin knew that his work was nonetheless one of the best. His talents were .. special, not just because he was good on what he did and for him there had never been any doubt about graduating from an art school one day to follow what he loved doing the most.

His lips pressed together a little in concentration as he leaned in, shadowing a line on the nameless model’s neck (he knew that later he would regret not listening when the man had most likely been introduced, but that’s what friends were for and Changmin was a master in asking subtle questions — or so he claimed himself) and for now, nothing else existed in his miniature world of himself and the colors he brought together in front of him. No one ever stayed with him after class, and that peace and solitude was how the young man actually preferred it.

[tempusxtakuya]

It was surprising how pleasant it could be to simply sit and be watched by a group of art students. Of course, Takuya was used to people watching him, just as he knew perfectly well how attractive he was. He didn't really make a big deal of it, but he knew it was hard to deny if anyone paid attention long enough. Over his centuries of living, he'd never really caught onto one particular career or something he liked well enough to do for a prolonged period, so he simply took whatever opportunity seemed to amuse him at the time. And a few times that had included being a model for various purposes, a few magazines back in the 1960s in America, a few fashion parades back in the 1800s in France, and when he'd been looking around, he'd heard the art department at the college was in need of models for the students to draw, so he'd simply decided to go for it.

There wasn't a real reason for that, as it wasn't like the position was paid, it was simply a volunteer effort that both fed his ego and gave him something to do. When he'd first come into the classroom, he'd simply given a little wave at the classroom and said his name, letting the instructor do the rest, and it didn't take long for them to begin watching him and doing their work. The students were precious in the ways that they were so focused on their sketches and paintings and whatever else they were doing, and the ways that they were just so enamored of their art. The demon himself had never been much interested in the creation of art, but being the subject of it was something he could easily accommodate. Modeling really wasn't a very interesting job, that was for sure, it wasn't as easy as people liked to often assume, but it wasn't interesting. For the most part he was simply on the stool he'd been given to sit on and that was all, so he occupied himself with glancing about the room at the varied things on the walls and the array of students, and accommodating the occasional request for a different pose for a student to sketch.

Most of them were your typical art types, with eccentric clothing and some odd hair and smudges of paint and ink along their skin and clothing. If there was one thing he could usually count on, it was that no one would really try and talk to him since they were either busy or just extremely socially awkward. After a while, Takuya took the intiiative -- without regard for the teacher or other student's requests that he remain -- as a sign that he could slip off of the stool. Stretching his arms above his head, he stretched out his spine with a quiet crack that help satiate his discomfort at sitting for so long. He wandered toward a few of the different students, glancing at what they'd done while he was sitting there. Some of them were decent, some of them he was mildly appalled by, some of them he simply questioned, but most didn't catch his actual attention for long, and he was pleasantly surprised when some of them began leaving, presumably that the class was about over. However, when he stood behind one of the students, it was far more exceptional than many of the others. Leaning in slightly over his shoulder, he lifted a brow. "How lovely," he intoned, the first words he'd spoken to someone in the class other than his name. "Do you think that's accurate o what I look like, sugar?" he asked, a trace of amusement in his voice, simply curious as to what reaction he would get out of him. The pet names couldn't be helped, it was part of the natural way he spoke to people, and he simply couldn't resist.

[fairy-seunghyun-deactivated2015]

Trade All My Tomorrows ♆ Takuya and Seunghyun (Past Para)

[fairy-seunghyun-deactivated2015]

Tears began to well up in the water fairy’s eyes as he searched desperately for any signs of life in his lover. No no no, this couldn’t be reality. This could not be happening to him. Not even a half an hour ago, the two were merrily planning to go to the spa, to enjoy each other’s company, to bask in the glory of who they were, and what the two of them were to be for years to come. That was supposed to be reality, not this. There was no way that this could truly be real. Chanyeol could not be dead, that just wasn’t right. The fairy could feel his head spinning and his breath getting heavier with each inhale. There was just simply no way.

"Chanyeol!" Seunghyun screamed, hands shaking as he grasped roughly at his former lover’s shoulders. Why wasn’t the healer breathing? Why was there still blood dripping from his body? He was a healer, wasn’t he? So why couldn’t a healer heal himself? "Chanyeol!!" the name came crying out of the fairy’s throat roughly, the burning hot tears dripping down his face like waterfalls. He couldn’t breathe. He gasped for air like mad, but he couldn’t manage to hold the breath inside of himself. It came out a mere second later, loudly and rather moist in wails and cries. This was reality now, wasn’t it? This was what the fairy would have to live with. He couldn’t have a lover without them dying in front of them, could he? First, his darling spring, and now this? Why?

In a flash, the fairy’s head whipped up to glare at the time demon, body still in pain as he began to scream. “Undo this!!” he cried, his entire body trembling as he did so. “Rewind time and bring him back to me! You cannot just take lives willy-nilly like that! Give him back to me! Haven’t you taken enough from me, you sick bastard!? First my pride and then my lover! Why can’t YOU be the one who suffers, who perishes!? Why do you insist on making it me instead!? Why!?” Before he could say any more, the fairy collapsed in a heap, bawling and clutching the corpse of the boy, wishing that he would come back. 

Time was a game, a joke even. One moment, two lovers could be kissing each other and holding hands and flirting and going out on a date or what have you, and the next, one could be dead and the other could be on the floor in a heap of agony and desperation. Was there even a reason for Takuya’s murder, or was it truly all for fun? Was it really supposed to be this way? Was this the end indefinitely for Chanyeol and Seunghyun?

[tempusxtakuya]

A vague wave of disgust ran through the demon as he watched the display, hating how melodramatic the fairy was. Though it wasn't exactly surprising, it was always the weak ones who ended up being that way, unable to stand on their own feet and just take it like the strong. So pathetic, weak beings were. When he heard the repeated cries of the dead healer's name, he fought back a laugh, wondering if the foolish fairy truly thought there was some more life in the useless corpse in his arms. The blood was a lovely color, though, Takuya noted, he wondered if he could find drapes the same shade.

When Seunghyun actually turned his attention to the time demon, a laugh did emit from him, a low amused sound. "Such a pathetic being, couldn't even save your own lover. That must hurt," he gave him a look and shrugged. "I could, but I don't want to. I don't like you well enough to help you out. And you have nothing to convince me otherwise," he said and let out another soft laugh. It was a bit of a lie, he couldn't rewind time, but the other didn't know that. And he didn't have to, because the demon did as he pleased and owed an explanation to no one. Much less an arrogant little fairy. "I wonder if you'll stay so arrogant," he mused to himself, but then realized he couldn't care less.

"Have fun cleaning this, sweets," he called condescendingly, giving a little wave behind him as he turned on his heal to walk away from the scene. Did he need to do that? No, but he wasn't about to let the fairy think he could exist without some interference. People needed challenged, and he was almost glad to have given it to him. Happiness was unnecessary and got in the way. The only drawback was he thought he may have gotten a little of the pitiful fool's blood on his pants. A shame, he'd have to buy some more while he was out.

[fairy-seunghyun-deactivated2015]

Trade All My Tomorrows ♆ Takuya and Seunghyun (Past Para)

[fairy-seunghyun-deactivated2015]

This was not happening. This couldn’t be happening. Was the demon that had assaulted the naive fairy ever so violently now attacking the one person in the entire academy that Seunghyun was closest to? Was he honestly about to take the life of another just to spite the water fairy for what he had done in the past, or even simply out of boredom? This couldn’t be the reality placed before the water fairy, forced for him to accept like it was his duty to just sit there and watch his boyfriend, his closest partner, the one man that cared most for him as he cared most for the other, die right then and there. There had to be something he could do, some way to stop the demon and take back what was rightfully his.

But it was too late.

In what felt like a flash, the dagger that Takuya possessed went plunging into poor Chanyeol’s stomach, digging deep enough to damage but not enough to kill. Surely the time demon saw this as a way to bring suffering to both of them, knowing that Seunghyun was not a healer and could not patch up the poor boy like the boy could patch him up. And, what’s worse, as the second blow was delivered and Seunghyun simply stood there with his mouth agape, unable to conger any form of movements or sound, Takuya’s blazing pupils made direct eye contact with the fairy, a torment worse than death itself. The smirked at him, speaking only from the time demon’s expression. “I took what was yours.” “I killed what you loved.” “Now you have nothing.” “Now you will suffer.”

As soon as Chanyeol’s timing returned back to normal and his body fell limp to the ground, so did Seunghyun, a panicked mess, screaming the name of his love. Hurriedly, he pulled the bleeding boy close to him, tears falling rapidly from his eyes. “Chanyeol, hold on please!” the water fairy begged, eyes searching desperately to find a solution. “You can heal me just fine, right? So you can heal yourself, right!?” But all that received was a forlorn shake of Chanyeol’s head. Oh a troubled whim, the water fairy ripped the H2O from his tears and from whatever other water source was around him, attempting to use them to help clean the wounds, but even that would not stop the bleeding. Chanyeol was going to die. And Chanyeol was going to die in his arms.

"You sick bastard!!" Seunghyun screamed, eyes flaring with pure hatred and terror for the time demon still standing and watching in amusement. But Seunghyun’s cries of anger were soon hushed by the delicate voice of the other. "S-seunghyun, please…." the dying healer piped up, gazing up with pained eyes at his beloved. The water fairy’s attention automatically snapped back to the more important being at the sound of his voice, changing from anger and frustration back into sorrow and grief and guilt the moment he saw Chanyeol’s broken smile. "I-I can’t… heal myself, Seunghyun… so, I-I want you to find… someone stronger. Someone who can live through the pain of death… I’m sorry… m-my love…" 

With those final words, the bright, gleaming light that danced in the young healer’s eyes faded, his body lifeless, but still warm in Seunghyun’s desperate clutch.

[tempusxtakuya]

Killing people in and of itself really wasn't that interesting of a task after so many years doing it. He had long lost count of how many lives he had taken, and it was only a fleeting moment of pure joy to be able to rip the very life away from them, but what made murder really fun was the reaction of those around them, the witnesses, the bystanders, the ones left. Those dead or dying often were simply boring to the demon, unable to do anything about their fate and so a good majority of them tried to say some pathetic words that he didn't bother to listen to, or they tried to tell him he would regret it, he would pay, or some other boring drivel.

Of course, he saw the healer as no different, wanting to make some pathetic proclamation to his 'love' when if he thought about it long enough he should have known Seunghyun would easily get past it. They always said they wouldn't, that they would cling to the memories or the love they had for someone, but they always forgot. The water fairy would be more angry about being beaten by the time demon than for killing his healer, or so Takuya predicted. He could have left the scene, left them to their sentimental last moments in order to declare some undying love that was all some last ditch comfort for the dying, but it would prove far too humorous to him later on.

At the outburst from the fairy, the demon flashed a smile, portraying an image more innocent than he would ever be again. Guilt wasn't a trait that he possessed, it was simply an overrated emotion. He sighed quietly as he watched them, uninterested but enjoying Seunghyun's pain too much to just walk away. After there was silence for a moment, Takuya lifted a brow. "Is he finally dead? That was more time consuming than I'd bargained for," he snorted. In a way he wanted to provoke the fairy to do something, to prove that he wasn't as weak as the demon had already time and again proclaimed him to be. That murdering his boyfriend would actually ignite something in him that hadn't been there before, but of course he knew he couldn't get his hopes up. 

"Oh well, guess your plans have changed for the day," he gave a shor humorless laugh. Killing Chanyeol hadn't made him feel all that much better either, in the long run, it was only amusing for the brief moments. Unfortunate, how fleeting the enjoyment of killing the weak ones was.

[tempusxtakuya]

Notice

Hi, okay, so I'm going to be dropping Takuya. Sorry to anyone I was plotting with and whatnot, and if you want to finish a para let me know.

I just have had a lot of trouble with his muse anyway and there's been no development on his character because some things went unreplied to. I'm not blaming anyone, it happens that things go unreplied to for a while, I just already had so few paras with him that it made things pretty difficult. And I can't summon the muse for him to last until completion or until his death.

So, this is goodbye for Taku.

[halfveelakuixian]

Bleed The Freak || Kuixian and Takuya

[halfveelakuixian]

In the instant that Kyuhyun was pulled up to his feet, he felt his stomach drop in fear for a moment, but the thrill was what had him biting his lip and trying to hold back a giggle. He looked into the other’s eyes as black as midnight and blinked cutely, looking around at the shocked students and teacher in an uproar.

The half veela smirked and looked the demon up and down before speaking. 

"Ooh baby you know I like it rough but it should be in private~" He winked and made sure of it that everyone heard. He was tossing himself into the deep end for sure.

[tempusxtakuya]

The very idea that someone had nerve enough to continue testing him almost made the demon pity them. Were they truly stupid enough to continue to provoke a demon who could very easily murder them and not think twice about it?  But he knew, though feeling increasingly murderous, that actually killing the vermin before him would only satisfy him briefly, and would end up more trouble than the scum was worth.

The words made a growl emit from Takuya's throat, nails digging into the flesh of the other's chest where he'd pushed him against the wall. Quickly, he slowed time, not caring that it would effect him later on. But he was going to make him pay for his words. No one would treat him as such and simply get away with it.

He only slowed the time for a short moment, the irises of his eyes spinning quickly, but it would give him enough time to do as he needed so the teacher couldn't stop him. Quickly he reached up and slashed his nails across the other student's cheek, marring his milky flesh with red wounds of anger. There was a certain arrogance about him that irritated the demon, and if he could take away even an ounce of it then he'd done as he needed to. He would get him back in full at a later date, when no witnesses were around.

As time returned to normal, his eyes began to lighten again, the blackness softening to grey as his anger began receding with his act of violence. "You aren't even worth killing."

[rip-out-the-wings-of-a-butterfly]

[ex-junsu--ia]

Junsu clenched his teeth inwardly, sighing momentarily as he nodded with a lithe hum, “You know, you’re right. I agree with you, actually, and the school faculty does too, which is why they’re charging the darkspawn in the end. If you want, you can give me your monthly payment now, sign here,” he points to the paper the other had recently applied his signature to, “and I’ll say that you’ve paid for five months in advance. It’s only one hundred fifty and I can pull some strings.”

[tempusxtakuya]

Takuya stared at the other for a long moment. "You sound like some kind of salesman. I don't think I want to sign anything, sorry," he said dismissively, waving him away. He didn't like the approach of the other, suspicion crept into every corner of the demon's mind.

[ex-junsu--ia]

"Demon," the reaper repeats in an inaudible murmur, fetching the book bag slung over his shoulder as he reached for a pad of paper and a pen, sketching down the race. "Add your signature here, please. The headmaster is thinking of issuing rent for the students that stay on campus. Darkspawn obviously having to pay the most because typically being related to Hell or general death, they’re considered to put the school at the highest risk."

[tempusxtakuya]

Takuya pursed his mouth slightly at the words, changing his position to cross his arms over his chest. "What if I don't actually care? Maybe charging asshole darkspawn is a good thing," he lifted a brow.

[nightmare-yoseob]

Clochán an Aifir || IASkibbereen || Yoseob&Takuya

Hop-skip-jump.

A few steps carried him to the top of the outcropping. Several yards below where he stood, waves crashed against the stone cropping the imaginary friend stood on. The stones were oddly shaped, hexagonal columns that formed a patchwork quilt for him to explore. Teetering on the top of one such pile, Yoseob looked down at the ocean; the height was almost dizzying, but it just made him smile. If the pixies he had heard about the place from had been telling the truth, a giant had built this as a bridge from here to the other side of the ocean. There was no sign of that bridge now; it had sunk beneath the waves. He was standing alone on the columns now, with only the roar of the ocean in his ears for company.

Staring down at the waves, he rose up on his toes, arms windmilling to keep his balance. The last time he had stood on a precipice like this, it had been looking down from a bridge that a man had jumped from. Yoseob had no intentions of falling, not really. He had no doubt that he could survive such a fall, but it didn’t seem like much fun. The ocean would be cold and the rocks down there looked sharp. But half of him was wondering if he couldn’t walk on the air if he tried. It wasn’t something that the imaginary friend would have usually wondered; he wasn’t one to normally tend toward morbid curiosities. But these days, he had found himself thinking like that more and more often. Eyes fixed on the waves, the imaginary friend hummed under his breath, still undecided on what he should do.

[tempusxtakuya]

Ireland wasn't anything even remotely new to the demon, considering when he was younger his family had vacationed to the isles a number of times. So it hadn't been something that was terribly unique to him, but it was almost nice to venture somewhere that reminded him so heavily of his childhood, back before he had turned to the darkside. Of course, nothing would ever make him change what he was, he loved his demonic nature, but it was the very idea of nostalgia that made it comforting as well. The cliffs were always a part of the isles that made him most at ease, the sounds of the waves crashing underneath sent him into a calm.

When he ventured up this time, however, he was a bit surprised to see someone familiar. It wasn't strange, of course, that there was someone considering the popularity of the particular area, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the other. The demon wondered if he was about to jump as he looked down toward the cliffs, thinking it would have been an interesting show at least. With a shrug, he decided he could at least toy with the student. "Imagine if you jumped and didn't die," he said quietly as he approached behind the other. He wasn't trying to scare him out of it, he almost hoped he would jump, if only to entertain him for a while.

[tempusxtakuya]

The Black Circle // Taemin&Takuya

[sangrextaemin]

It had initially been with little expectations the vampire had ventured out that night, though the shred of humanity that would always remain within him would always curse him with selfish hopes and thirst for knowledge; this time a hope that what had been agreed upon between them would actually take place and not simple be blown off. But hopeful as he may be, Taemin was no stranger to the volatile natures of his fellow darkspawn and had decided to remain flexible were things not to go as planned.

For centuries of encounters with demonkind littered his timeline like freckles upon tanned skin; some more pleasing and memorable than others, yet each profound and invaluable. Sui generis defined those creatures he dare not call his brothers, some shrouded in darkness, fire, cold— some partial to the deadly sins and some to nothing at all. And some, clearly, to the turning of the tides and the ticking of clocks, and he would be foolish to attempt to predict them.

"I don’t mind— you and I have plenty of time, after all." Taemin reassured the man opposite of him with a smile tinged with amusement, knowing that it was an unnecessary feat yet indulging in it nonetheless. "And I’m doing good, thank you for asking." The standard question was just that; standard, and it didn’t elicit any original response from the vampire either, but he admittedly found the politeness pleasant. “Sunlight won’t come for at least another four hours.” He said, gaze flickering from the other’s and up into the night sky for emphasis before once again settling on the demon. A slight shift in his body followed; not more than a nearly unnoticeable lean forward and the parting of his legs beneath the table, yet it spoke volumes of his interest.

"So, would you rather stay and chat in this cozy little cafe, or should we-… take a walk right away?” Taemin’s question was neutral enough and so was he, not having any preference as for what would happen next. Despite the other’s seemingly calm behavior, he was cautious enough to withhold the urge to dictate their next move and instead leave the reigns to Takuya for the time being.

[tempusxtakuya]

The demon didn't think of himself as being a completely unreasonable type of darkspawn, though he knew that there were boundless numbers of them who were. But he had agreed to meet with Taemin in regard to their involvement with hypnotism, and he did fully intend to go along with that. After all, the vampire was the hypnotism teacher; and although he hadn't exactly expected anyone to take an interest in him for his strange powers, he wasn't about to argue against it. He had toiled and gone through his fair share of suffering in order to achieve his status as a demon in the first place, and by the grace of the dark lord he was turned into one of the more rare varieties. Eternally grateful for the chance to reign over the world with his ability to manipulate time, he was more than willing to spread the enjoyment if anyone was interested.

Of course, the issue with desiring to utilize the powers he did have came with the aspect that every time he did, a little more time and a little more life would be taken from his existence. Mostly it never phased the demon, he had known for a long time that he would cease to be, and was well aware the each time he manipulated time that was in some way against the natural order of things, a little more time was taken from him. He didn't know how much, could only tell when his symptoms changed and he underwent some kind of alteration in his health or capacity. But it was all a gamble, one way or another, one that he continued to be willing to take.

At the mention of sunup, he glanced toward the sky, his ability and knack for time making him quite aware, though he wondered what it was like for a vampire, ones who were unable to be in a certain time of day. As one who had such an affinity for time, he could tell what hour it was and the general idea of all things related to the passing moments, but there was no amount of danger involved in any of it, no knowledge that if he were to extend his stay somewhere he would be trapped or burned. "All the time in the world," he agreed with a slight snort, both of them knowing it was far from the truth, though for far different reasons.

The question made Takuya hum slightly, seeing both as viable options in the moment. But they were, after all, there for a cause. "Let's carry on our way, I suppose?" he said with a slight indication of getting up. As nice as it was to carry on a conversation with the other man, he was sure, they would have more to speak about once he had demonstrated what they were there for in the first place. Standing from the table, he awaited the other to join him and quirked a brow. "So, professor, I have to ask your opinion on such matters. Who seems to be those most susceptible to hypnotism? I've only really utilized it on whoever I needed to at the time," he explained.

[tempusxtakuya]

The demon’s eyes flashed darkly in the light that twinkled within the remaining illumination of the sky, a strange sort of rage burning through him. It wasn’t something he could lay a finger on, something that simply fueled the already bitter soul. As he walked over the campus, he muttered hatred to himself, cursing the very existence of all those who dwelt on the earth and any other realm that housed souls.

[tempusxtakuya]

The demon's eyes flashed darkly in the light that twinkled within the remaining illumination of the sky, a strange sort of rage burning through him. It wasn't something he could lay a finger on, something that simply fueled the already bitter soul. As he walked over the campus, he muttered hatred to himself, cursing the very existence of all those who dwelt on the earth and any other realm that housed souls.

[ad-libitumphoenicis-deactivated]

The demon stares at the new student for a moment before approaching. "New, right? Welcome to the academy, I'm Takuya," he introduces with a slight flash of a smile.

Chanyeol stares at the other and nods “Yes, I am surely new to Insolitus, Thank you for welcome me” he smiles. 

[ad-libitumphoenicis-deactivated]

Chanyeol smiles “I’m a Phoenix, and you?”

[tempusxtakuya]

"Demon. What brings you to Insolitus?" he asked conversationally, deciding he needed to stop being quite so contrary all the time.

[tempusxtakuya]

junsu--ia said:

"I wanted the opportunity to get to know my peers," he replies, his own eyes grazing over the demon with an affirmative nod, "namely because the headmaster’s given me the task of surveying them. What did you say your race was?"

Takuya looks at him incredulously. "I didn't," he replies with a light huff before deciding to be at least slightly more accommodating. "Demon. What is this for? The headmaster is already aware of this shit."

[tempusxtakuya]

The reaper strolls the halls aimlessly, looking for a next victim which he finds as his eyes skim over the figure of someone he's sure he hasn't met before. "Ah," he hums lightly, "hello there, I'm Junsu."

The demon lifts a brow at the approach of someone, judging him for a moment before deciding he was weaker and therefore no threat. "Junsu...hi. I'm Takuya. What do you want?" he asks, placing a hand on his hip irritably.