The Sand Of My Time

I'd say I've waited long enough.

[witchofgrace]

ff+ Israphel

Again, another fic where she closed it before anything remotely sexual happened. Without even reading it, she couldn’t help but think it would be too sandy to be even remotely enjoyable. 

[thesandofmytime]

:)

[thesandofmytime]

A small, gray masked girl is standing nearby. You have no idea how she got there or how you didn't notice her arrival. She watches you for a moment before approaching. Staring up at you, she holds something out for you take. It's a Banded Tulip seashell, just large enough to fit in the palm of your hand. -H

A shell. How quaint. And what am I supposed to do with this exactly?

[thesandofmytime]

Saw the other one go up and get taken back down, (pretty sure I know why) so Ill send another. Apologies if it's unwanted. -H

// It had to happen some time I am such a moron. Thanks! 

[thesandofmytime]

-flips you off from a distance-

You keep doing that, girl. I have not forgotten about you and your promises.

[thesandofmytime]

*loud shouting from a distance* SHITLORD

I wonder where Creeper_Boss is. He could use some target practice.

[thesandofmytime]

Awh no this scrublord is back. //hi!//

I‘ve never actually been gone, farmer. Something everyone seem all too eager to forget.

[thesandofmytime]

This. *red energy surrounds the anon turning them into a monstrous construct (Sagittarius Zodiarts)* -Sagittarius

That is very interesting. A magical being of some sort, and one I hadn’t encountered so far, who seems very capable of fighting? Who would have thought.

Very interesting indeed.

[thesandofmytime]

//you missed a shit ton of lore about anons while you were gone

//let’s just say I’ve been keeping an eye on things

[thesandofmytime]

Let's just say I am a possible ally or enemy. -Sagittarius

As is everyone in this world or any other world. 

I am willing to discuss the... possibilities. Tell me, of what use could you be to me?

[thesandofmytime]

How are you doing sandlord? *eyes glow red* -Sagittarius

And who might you be? That’s a nice party trick, but I can’t say I’m terribly impressed.

[thestarsarewatchingme]

You don't look too good, spaceman. [via thesandofmytime]

Xephos’ ears twitched as the vaguely familiar voice hit his ear drums, turning he gave a startled look as he was met with bright red eyes that made his skin crawl.

“I would say the same for you, Israphel. But I know you always look like this.” He snarked, giving the other a suspicious glance as he put his Arc Reactor back in his chest.

“What do you want, Sand boy. I’m busy.”

[thestarsarewatchingme]

Aaand it got worse, how big can that thing get? Let’s hope Israphel stops being amused soon before he looks like some nightmare creature.

Not like he isn’t already ugly enough to be one, it’s just that grin that gets him.

Xephos held his gaze strong, determined to prove he will not back away from the demon. Not now, not ever.

“You’re right, the question is if you’ll quit that creepy ass grin or if I’ll have to wipe it off your face.” The young spaceman stated, his tone light but echoed with a slight growl, a smirk grew on his lips, revealing his sharp canine teeth to the demon, his icy eyes never leaving Israphel’s velvet coloured ones.

As he was asked that question, he felt something in him tug at him, pleading him to not agree with the sand demon. But like always, whatever that little bit of him says, he does the opposite of.

Offering his hand out to Israphel, his gaze glinted as a flash of emotion passed through his eyes.

“I’ve already made a deal with an Anon, why stop there.”

I’ve already made enough bad decisions to keep me busy for years, why not make a deal with the devil?

[thesandofmytime]

Israphel’s expression doesn’t change and his eyes flash, just for a second. How interesting it always is, the way mortals seem so caught up in their emotions and their tendency to spit in the face of danger. It doesn’t matter much, though. It’s fairly convenient, in this case.

So Israphel takes the spaceman’s hand, cool fingers squeezing just firmly enough to seal their deal.

“You have made the right decision for once in your life, spaceman. You will not regret it.”

Which is in all likeliness a lie. But that is none of my concern.

[thestarsarewatchingme]

You don't look too good, spaceman. [via thesandofmytime]

Xephos’ ears twitched as the vaguely familiar voice hit his ear drums, turning he gave a startled look as he was met with bright red eyes that made his skin crawl.

“I would say the same for you, Israphel. But I know you always look like this.” He snarked, giving the other a suspicious glance as he put his Arc Reactor back in his chest.

“What do you want, Sand boy. I’m busy.”

[thestarsarewatchingme]

Ten points to the creepy grin, just another thing to make his skin crawl. Love it.

Xephos only narrowly suppressed a shudder of discomfort at the look he got from the demon, it was something that didn’t sit well with anyone no matter how corrupt or mad they were.

But just because he was creepy doesn’t mean he was wrong.

The spaceman’s expectant look turned to one of vague annoyance at the words, not towards the creature that spoke them as his gaze drifted go the floor.

“They’ll all traitors, I knew this… But you’re not wrong, as irritating as it is to admit they did abandon me when I needed them. Their concern only came to me when I started to cause problems.” He mused before looking at Israphel, looking him dead in the eyes as he spoke, his brows furrowed in thought.

“And you’re willing to work with me?” He asked, his icy blue eyes burning into blood red as he searched for truth in the others gaze.

[thesandofmytime]

The grin only widens when the sand lord notices Xephos’ discomfort. It is little and well-hidden after what he assumes is month after month of distancing himself from his so-called friends, the people who made the spaceman even weaker than he already is, but it is there anyway.

“I don´t think that is really the question. Is it, Xephos? Because you already know the answer to that.”

Israphel meets the other man’s gaze easily and calmly. He is meticulous and although he is easy to anger, he can tell that the spaceman is fragile right now. Willing to compromise where he would not have done so earlier. 

“The real question is: Will you accept my offer?”

Choose wisely, spaceman. Because I am a better bet than your friends right now and you know this. Choose wisely or lose. Again.

[thestarsarewatchingme]

You don't look too good, spaceman. [via thesandofmytime]

Xephos’ ears twitched as the vaguely familiar voice hit his ear drums, turning he gave a startled look as he was met with bright red eyes that made his skin crawl.

“I would say the same for you, Israphel. But I know you always look like this.” He snarked, giving the other a suspicious glance as he put his Arc Reactor back in his chest.

“What do you want, Sand boy. I’m busy.”

[thestarsarewatchingme]

Fiddling with the glowing item in his chest, Xephos payed little attention to the sand demon behind him as he grabbed a screwdriver from his unharmed desk, prying at the botchy metal that encased the Arc Reactor.

“Mhm, yeah, cool.” He muttered with disinterest at Israphel’s first attempt of conversation, concentrating as he removed a piece of metal that was poking uncomfortably into his chest.

Giving the small piece of metal an accusing glare he cast his gaze back to Israphel, raising his eyebrow at the gesture, what? Did he think they are buddy buddy just because he’s put a few people in their places?

“… What’s got you thinking I’ll accept your help, sand boy? You and I are supposed to be sworn enemies.” Xephos cautioned, putting the screwdriver down as he crossed his arms giving Israphel an expectant look.

“Prove to me you’re of use, Israphel.”

[thesandofmytime]

They are sworn enemies and the pale man nods at that, folding his hands behind his back as he silently watches the young spaceman tinker with his malfunctioning technology. He had expected cooperation nor enthusiasm. If anything, the sand lord had expected an attack. Easily dodged, naturally, but an attack nonetheless.

He is for once pleasantly surprised by the spaceman. Yes, this is something he can work with.

“And your friends are supposed to be there for you, take care of you in times when your need is most dire. Am I mistaken in thinking that they have abandoned you as soon as things went awry?” Israphel smiles, a flash of too many, too sharp teeth. “They turned their back on you when you needed them most. You do not need friends, not do you need help - you need someone who is willing to work with you now that you see the world for what it is.”

“Weak. And in need of a new turn of events.”

[thestarsarewatchingme]

You don't look too good, spaceman. [via thesandofmytime]

Xephos’ ears twitched as the vaguely familiar voice hit his ear drums, turning he gave a startled look as he was met with bright red eyes that made his skin crawl.

“I would say the same for you, Israphel. But I know you always look like this.” He snarked, giving the other a suspicious glance as he put his Arc Reactor back in his chest.

“What do you want, Sand boy. I’m busy.”

[thesandofmytime]

The tall man glances around for a moment, taking in the rampage that the young spaceman has caused in his own home. He is not surprised, yet when he looks at Xephos, there is something almost curious in his eyes.

“Now, now. No need to be so rude right away, Xephos. I’ve not come to fight you. Not this time.”

He spreads his hands in an almost welcoming gesture, clearly not taken aback by Xephos’ hostility.

“In fact, I’ve come to offer my help. Because you look like you have been betrayed, dear spaceman. And that simply will not do, will it?”

[thesandofmytime]

Got any plans Israphel?

I always have plans. And like always, they are none of your business.

[thesandofmytime]

Okay, okay! I get it! Now let go before I force you to let go. Have fun causing chaos! Ta ta!

Don’t show your face here again if it’s of any value to you. Now run along.