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"When you're left trapped inside your head, what else will you do...."





"-Get out of my taxi!"

A screeching halt came abruptly to the distraught yellow vehicle, the driver slamming down on it's rusty breaks and bringing the wheels to a skidding stop. The door swung open, and a muffled blur of movement indicated the action of someone being thrown violently from the back seat. The free-loader soon found himself acquainting the side of his face all over the curb, scathing as the tiny bits of gravel made a surface burn over his lower jawline- sort of like skid marks a car left on a road..... like the skid marks from the tires of the car he had just been thrown from.

The disgruntled passenger didn't move at first, simply lying there with his bright blond head practically in the gutter. He was clothed in- well, far too many clothes that seemed much too big for him. He didn't really look like he was some one you'd find riding in a taxi; more like in the back of a police car.

"Geez...." The blond sighed, slowly pushing himself off the ground before standing up. He brushed himself off casually, like this was an everyday occurrence. It practically was, and really, why the hell would he walk anywhere? Such a waste of energy seemed pointless and just plain tiring- he didn't feel like putting up with that....

He rubbed the side of his cheek, pouting sarcastically at the feel of rough skin, against his sleeve, which covered up his hand and then some, indicating to the young man that he needed to roll it down. "I just told him I didn't have money for him.... doesn't mean I don't have any at all...." He sighed, glancing around passively at the passer-bys, all of them dressed for the evening. The blond however, looked like he'd just crawled out of a dumpster, though hardly smelled of it. His clothes were massive on his tiny frame, but that didn't appear to bother him at all.

Upon turning around though, more in a spinning, twirling ballerina kind of way, something you didn't see a guy doing at all, a wide grin plastered itself upon his smudged face as he began walking off in no particular direction down the shady street, wandering away from the local pedestrian traffic. This was probably one of the most sketchy neighborhoods around, riddled with thugs, pick-pockets, con-artists and other such disgraceful people. These kind of people though- were exactly why he loved it down here. "Ehh.... Humans are so interesting~" the blond chimed, twirling mid-step again with his arms out, like some bemused child.

He loved it here; It was wholesome, but absolutely filthy. It was dangerous, but so much more welcoming than where he came from. It was exciting, though everyday human life was so dull.... He loved it. He loved their every action, every thought, every idea, every place-

Huh? He stopped awkwardly on one foot, attention drawn and diverted to the sign over top of the shops beside him. He'd never heard of such a thing...The blond boy watched with utmost curiosity as a half-dead looking thing was dragged out, following after a red-headed one, and a rather menacing looking-

Ducking behind the corner for half a moment, the blond froze, feeling his breath hitch as he hugged the stone wall to his back, his vibrant violet eyes panicking- he didn't dare to breathe, only letting his small body relax when he heard the crack of the carriage taking off, disappearing entirely. He heaved out a heavy breath, clutching his sleeve-covered hand to the front of his chest with an exasperated look on his face, laughing nervously as he rounded the corner again to get a look at the array of stands in front of him now. He paused, blinking at it- that must've been where they were coming from.

"They sell.... really?" His interest was instantly piqued, the short blond casually shambling over and slipping his way inside, smiling to himself as he started humming to himself. The door creaked wickedly, though to him, it was like a sweet, delightful song, short but pleasant. There were so many of them.... he'd never seen anything like it...... This place was an all you can eat buffet!

Well- not literally. He'd wandered himself into a slave market, a concept he'd only heard of before, but never actually finding the motivation in himself to partake in such a thing. That would have meant going to find one; but the shop had basically been brought to him, opportunity knocking, and it would be rude not to answer.

He certainly was the most cheery looking one here- buyers, keepers, and slaves combined..... geez, would it kill at least one of 'em to smile? It was starting to lose it's valor, all of these people looking so lifeless- or dead, dull and....

The blond stopped himself mid-aisle, catching something out of the corner of his eye. At first, it nearly froze him to death, terror taking over him, but when he realized where it originated from, that fear slowly melted into a curdling, terrible smile.

He'd shuffled over, and though he dragged his feet with every step, the blond was surprisingly quiet, crouching down in front of the cage as his glinting amethyst eyes met with dark, brooding silver ones, an eerie smile meeting ear to ear over his face. "Why hello.... What've we got here?" He beamed, stifling a laugh.

This guy had wings like a bird, but without all the feathers. He also had a tail, sharp and whip-like in it's form. He was leaning against the bars, no doubt trying to make himself comfortable, but it looked like that was quite impossible. He knew the reason why he'd frozen up, not even needing to look at the guy to know what he was- though the same couldn't be said for himself, mind you. Aside from his eyes, nothing of his appearance gave him away to be what he was like the short haired boy in the cage. To anyone, he just looked like some beggar in shanty clothing, and luckily, the guards were off facing the other way, totally oblivious to the young-looking blond's presence.

"Oy, how'd you manage to get your a** in 'ere? Doesn't look all that comfortable." He teased, intentionally knocking on the bars to make them ring with a hollow noise.

"...But scream such sweet melodies for me? We're the only ones who can hear them then~"

((Here ya go Icey- go nuts XD ))

Max

Azayel nodded his head at Cyane remark about his favorite color, yes they were beautiful colors, but unfortunately for Azayel, he had never really seen them in the sky. When he was little his mother kept him away from windows and such and ever since being owned and sold into slavery he was either in a slave shoppe or some sort of basement for his explosions of emotions. He was passionate about a few things, but if you crossed the line with Azayel you would know it in a heartbeat.
Azayel thought hard about what his favorite color was and tried to remember all of the beautiful colors that he had seen in his lifetime. While he was thinking he bit his bottom lip, it was a habit he had developed recently and couldn't really seem to stop himself from doing it, not that he really noticed anymore. His favorite color...his favorite color he kept mulling the thought over in his head. A memory sparked in his head suddenly and his eyes widened. " My favorite color would have to be the dark blue that embodies the star sapphire." He smiled at the memory of a star sapphire hanging from his neck. He reached for the necklace but remembered that it was long gone. His last master had taken the dear possession from him as a form of punishment. His eyes sparked and came alive with anger, he could just imagine the cruel b*****d wearing it now. He hand slid down his throat and onto his lap limply, dear god he missed that necklace.
His head snapped up suddenly and he smiled "Sorry, i get lost in thought sometimes." He hoped that Cyane didn't find him rude. He pressed his mind to remember Cyane's other question. Ah, yes, what were his hobbies. He stopped for a moment....What in the hell were his hobbies?! "Umm, i don't really have anything that qualifies as a hobby, never really had a chance to do anything." He chuckled and scratched the back of his head, a nervous gesture because he didn't really know if it was normal or not for a slave to not have a hobby. "And yourself?" He looked at Cyane curiously. Hmm, what else would Azayel like to know about this man..he guessed he would keep it a bit general for right now "How old are you?"

Cyane Ma’tter

Sugar and Swords

"Come play with me!
For boredom is what causes me to get into trouble~..."
“I am the one with only one eye and sees through your illusions.
For I wish to know the truth.”

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...I'm no different from you.
I just express my

insanity more clearly~!

Azayel thought about what kind of hobbies he would lie to do. Instantly he thought of music, he just loved the sound of it. Any type. From classical to the stuff they played on the radio. If he could only get his hands on an instrument he was sure he could learn how to play and play it beautifully. He listened to Cyane and thought about his hobbies, yes they seemed like gentlemanly type of hobbies and smiled at the thought. This man was insane, that was a given, but a gentleman to the very core, yes he must be at least a hundred years old if not older. He looked the man up and down in a new found respect, he must have seen a lot.
April 23rd he wondered what day it was...he seemed to have lost track.He didn't remember when his birthday was since his mother never told him and never celebrated it. He would of liked to think it was sometime in the winter, since that was his favorite holiday. " I don't know when my birthday is.." He said absentmindedly, not even noticing he said anything.
"I like fruit." he said. Actually he loved fruit, especially kiwi. He loved the sweetness of the bright green fruit. All of the flavors swimming in his mouth.He smiled " What kind of sweets do you like?" he said with a lilting voice.

Azayel looked the woman up and down as well a whatever was on a leash in front of her with a leash. He looked at the thing warily and in a soft but rich tenor voice replied "My name is Azayel." But said it in a tone that said he wasn't trusting of this stranger. He looked to Cyane to see how he reacted to this new situation, most likely with a gentlemanly flourish though, no doubt.

"When you're left trapped inside your head, what else will you do...."





The blond wasn't surprised that the other was aware of what he was- it would be ridiculous to think otherwise. Even he knew that. Given it be any other being, they usually didn't see much past his human appearance, even his flimsy demeanor that barely gave off and demonic sense in his aura threw them off, most placing him as some sort of mentally disrupted human child. Close enough.

True, to even see one of his kind out in day-light was unheard of, and as a step even farther, Dream Eater demons didn't have corporal forms. The fact that he was running around in a physical body was an oddity in itself, as there had been no record of a Dream Eater being able to support one outside the grounds of the underworld. There, they were on the same social level as muck and dirt you scraped off of your boots, little wisps that left the underworld for the surface world after the sun had gone down, filling people's heads with nightmares and reveling in their one source of power over another being. They were merely shadows on the wall, but somehow- he had a body of his own.

His eyes were drawn to the glint of the silver trinkets dangling at the other's questionable choice of necklace, immediately taking his head to a scrutinizing measure of what they could possibly be worth. Apparently, he completely disregarded the other man's warning from before, ignoring it as he deliberately reached one hand in between the bars, nonchalantly grabbing the other boy by his collar and forcibly tugging him from his relaxed posture, nearly smacking the other's head against the metal frame of the cage, just to get a closer look at the charms.

"Hmmn," He grumbled in slight disappointment, letting go not a moment after with a bored sigh. "Reckon that's only pewter. Nothin' really all that great- but what about you, how much you reckon' you're worth?" He added, a slight taunt hinted in his voice. The lesser demon grinned childishly, sitting himself down on his rear, obviously indicating he had no intention of leaving yet. "I bet yer' dying to get outa there, eh?" He queried, tilting his head to the side and leaning over so that he was staring the other in the face anyways after he'd looked away from the blond. "Whad'ya say? I could do you a favor- and I'm sure you could do one for me, and then we're both happy, eh?"

"...But scream such sweet melodies for me? We're the only ones who can hear them then~"

Seeing the confusion on his face then his next words made the ex-Knirmar want to burst into laughter. She wasn't going to say it but he truly looked adorable like that. She hardly knew anything about him and didn't want to push a sore spot. He still did, though, so she grinned broadly at him without a word.

Gaiae followed after him, though, with a lazy gait that easily kept up with him. Her hands rested behind her back as her pale hair swayed before her face. Her eyes scanned the cages before she smiled at one of the slaves and waved. However, she left the store behind him with her bare feet going over the ground. Hot! She wasn't used to something so warm compared to the cold cages. She glanced up at him finally and tilted her head to the side without stopping. "You told me you were hungry, master..." she said, trying to be evasive about it. "Are you still...?" She blushed slightly in embarrassment and wrapped her arms around her stomach as he grumbled.



{ I'm missing so much! D;

and, there you go! Bed time ~-----~ }