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| "The Price of Feeling Alive", Asmodeous |
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| "Playing Pretend", Petra |
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| "Angel Representative", Danni |
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| "Catching Up", Mr. White |
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| "The Angel on the Card", Beelzebub |
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 9:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 12:12 am
"Staying Up for Santa Claus"
[Petra] Maybe it was childish that she’d asked him to do this with her. It was kind of a silly thing to go and ask someone. Petra wasn’t really shocked that no one else was down there around the tree with them. After all, they were high schoolers. A high school student that still honestly believed in Santa Claus was not likely to be found. Even those like Fumi were asleep, tucked safely and happily into their beds. Only Petra and Viktor sat against a wall, feet tucked in under them with mugs of hot cocoa in their hands. Around them was wrapped a single blanket that closed tightly around the both of them.
Petra rested her head on Vik’s shoulder, humming another Christmas carol quietly. She wasn’t tired. Vampires rarely were at this hour, but she was comfortable there with him in the quiet. The shape shifter was also pleased. His girl with violet eyes was right there beside them as they waited for Santa together in the dark cafeteria. They both admitted to themselves how dorky the whole pretense was, but as long as it meant the two of them were together, snuggled up tight, it hardly mattered.
“So, what did you ask for from Santa this year?” Petra asked, a small giggle lingering on her curled lips. Vik turned his head to look at her.
“Asked for nothing. But if I did, maybe new strings for guitar,” he said, contemplatively.
“Is that all? Because I think I would ask for a house made entirely out of chocolate cake,” Petra declared, taking a large sip of hot chocolate. “Guitar strings you can buy or have someone buy them for you. Santa is pure magic and children’s dreams wrapped into one big jolly man! You can ask him for anything.”
Viktor grinned. It was cute how she could speak so child-like and innocent sometimes. Her mind was full of this gentle beauty. Just listening to her, even when she knew she was being completely ridiculous, made him feel like things were a little more pure in the world. When her face glowed in the pitch blackness, he felt like he could glow a little bit, too.
“Alright, ask for anything? Then I ask him for girl of my dreams,” Viktor said, sliding himself down against the wall even more. Petra grew warmer. Without even looking he knew he had brought a blush to her face. The vampire took another tentative sip of the warm liquid, swallowing hard.
“I’m not sure he can help with that...” Petra mumbled, voice trailing away.
“You say anything, that is my wish.” Viktor’s teasing was a little mean, which he acknowledged fully. Yet, he was curious as to what she would do. What would Petra’s reaction be to hearing about Vik’s dream girl?
“He might need more… specifics. Even if he’s magic he might not know what this girl is supposed to be like,” Petra said. She placed the mug on the ground in front of her, having sipped her way through the entirety of the cup. Viktor put his down beside it, though he was not finished drinking its contents. He was far more interested in the conversation than hot cocoa.
“First, she would be beautiful. Though not needed, it is nice quality to be having. She sing with my songs and love music. Kind she would be and gentle, but with much spirit and determined heart.” He watched her as her face fell. Petra did not really associate most of those qualities with herself. Always she was too harsh with her judgment and did not see the things Viktor saw in her. It was hard for her to think of herself any differently, when the world around her never seemed to offer up much of this same praise for her character. As for her beauty, she was uncertain of how true the words were when told she was so.
With other girls they could look in the mirror, assess their features and make judgments. They would still be with a bias of some sort, negative or positive based on ego and self-esteem. Yet, Petra never had that choice. Mirrors would not reflect her face so she was unsure of what to believe; the teasing she remembered from her vampire peers? Or the things she was told now by her friends at Mystic Fountain? Either way she realized there was a pull on either end to send one message on the other, so the easiest choice was to believe neither. And by believing neither, she didn’t feel she fit Viktor’s first quality of his dream girl. Petra shrunk back into sadness, realizing the hope that had been building in her that maybe she could be special enough for him might have come along too quickly.
“Anything else?” she said, quiet now. Petra didn’t know if she wanted to hear any more. Yet, her heart fluttered as he grasped her hand. Bringing it to his lips he kissed the back of her fingers, letting them curl over his own.
“She has violet eyes, like in song I sang for you,” Viktor said. He recognized her sadness and wished to draw her back out from it. The dark thing tried to engulf her, but she had an anchor to the world. His own glow would bring back hers. “And bright red hair,” he added, his other hand brushing strands of it from her face, “with cheeks of matching color.”
Her heart was thumping hard in her chest now, drowning out most other sound. She was staring into his eyes, both uncovered to look at her. Viktor’s face was so close to Petra’s now. Their noses nearly touched until he tilted his head slightly, still moving towards her. Her eyes slowly closed, awaiting what she still could not believe seemed to be coming next.
Suddenly, her phone lit up and rung with her Christmassy ringtone, as she remembered the alarm she’d set. Petra pulled away immediately, hands clambering around to find the device. Vik froze, watching her fumble with the phone to shut it off.
“Who calls you at hour so late?” Viktor asked, a bit perturbed by the interruption. Petra bowed her head apologetically, putting her phone on vibrate instead.
“I set an alarm, it wasn’t a call. It was so I would know exactly when to tell you… Merry Christmas, Viktor,” she said. Covering her face with her hands she groaned into them, “Now I feel like such an idiot. I’m sorry.” Vik couldn’t help but laugh. He had realized it wouldn’t be so illogical for a vampire to get a call this late, but it was also very cute of her to have wanted to wish him a Merry Christmas at midnight exactly. Taking her hands, he pulled them from her face and back to his chest.
“Do not be sorry. I want to wish you ‘Merry Christmas’ as well,” he said. “Now we wait for Santa to see if he brings us our wishes?” Petra nodded slowly, curling back against him. They sat in silence for a moment or two, until the vampire girl did something Vik had not anticipated.
Leaning up, she placed her lips against his cheek and planted a small kiss there. Nuzzling her head back into the crook of his neck, she said quietly, “I hope you get your wish, Vik.”
He didn’t tell her that it seemed like he already had. He didn’t admit that she was his wish. And he didn’t mention that, for the first time, she had called him Vik instead of Viktor. He simply leaned his head against hers and smiled. “I hope so, too.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 4:33 pm
"And not a creature was stirring."
Viktor Greaves Snow fell lazily through the naked branches of the sleeping trees, it was late in the night and once more Viktor was all alone, again. It hadn't been more than a week since he had found himself waking up in the pitch black of his abandoned lab, and after working out what had happened and making his way to the surface, the young shapeshifter had found himself completely lost. the world had changed, he had no money, no supplies, and he was miles away from any city in the middle of a Baltic winter. There had been one stroke of luck though. Looking down from amongst the branches and shadows of a larger tree, Vik watched the numerous members of a gypsy caravan bustle around a large fire, drinking merrily and singing songs. The stand out members of the camp were all present, two older greying gents that always argued over mindless things, a large burly man that seemed to be their leader, a beautiful woman that always seemed to get her way, and a young girl that always had a smile on her face. she had caught his eye early on for more than one reasonThey had unwittingly been his lifeline for the past week. Waiting untill they had fallen asleep and the fire had died back, Vik had been helping himself to any scraps of food they wouldn't miss, borrowing blankets, once he even managed to catch a few minutes of heat from the dying fire! It had felt wonderful, the heat staving off the chill brought life back to his bones. So far Vik hadn't been caught, well as far as he knew anyway. Tonight though the camp was still awake and partying, much later than usual, and they showed no signs of stopping. If this was a mission he could have easily taken out a bystander, taken their clothes, and blended straight into the crowd. However these people were innocent, civilians, and unless he killed his bystander, they would eventually come to and reveal him. No that wasn't an option. it seemed that tonight he would have to wait. -------------------- Hours passed, and from high in a nearby tree, Vik hid from the flickering light of the still roaring fire, it looked like it would be morning before it died. The camp was finally settling down, the arguing old timers were the first to go, and the beautiful woman had left with the camp leader. The other members were either blind drunk, sleeping by the fire inder blankets, or making their way back to their caravans. Now was the time. Vik made a final scan before silently flipping down through the branches, thumping gently into the snow covered ground below. His clothes were perfect for the week so far, sturdy black combats with many pockets, tucked into knee high leather combat boots. The leather was old but still waterproof and in good condition, and it was them or nothing so old leather would have to do. On his top half, Vik had on a black tight fitting ribbed jumper, and a large shemaghs wrapped around his neck and face as a scarf. It wasn't standard issue to the soviet army but with Vik doing heavy espionage, he was an exception. Not that his clothes mattered much at the moment, to get the full use of his blending ability Vik had to strip... in the middle of a Baltic winter. Setting his belongings in a neat sheltered pile, Vik Let out a shaky breath as he focused on his shift, blocking out the cold. In seconds, his skin began to mirror his surroundings as the light seemed to bend around his body. Leaving no trace other than his footprints and the occasional misty breath, Vik's barely visible form chose carefu steps into the caravans. Most of the snow was already cleared or trampled down inside the circle, which was more than useful, but what wasn't useful was the lack of scraps. Shuffling silently past a few dozing bodies, Vik checked over their plates. Not a crumb, they had eaten everything! " So drink DOES make you hungry... Never would have guessed," he murmured quietly in his native Russian as he checked another plate. Nothing, the plates had been cleared! If food was to be found, it would have to be from a pantry, and that meant entering a caravan. This would be more difficult that it appeared. Normally breaking and entering would be an easy task, but in these old wooden caravans space was tight, and that meant the sleeping inhabitants wouldn't be far away. Sneaking away from the fire side, Viktor made his way over towards a larger caravan, one that would be easier to break into. The door seemed to be held shut with a simple wooden latch, simple enough to make it open due to mechanical failure rather than break in... With a single clunk, the door creaked open with a gentle breeze, and wasting no time, Vik shot in quietly before standing in a corner out of the way. Soft groans from further inside signalled life, but it appeared to be asleep. Perfect. The inside was quite cluttered for such a small residence. a good number of coats hung on hooks by the door, shelves further up were crowded with knickknacks and personal items, and there, small woven baskets filled with vegetables, and oddly for the age of the caravan, a small fridge freezer. It seemed there was a power supply somewhere hidden, luckily there wasn't an alarm attached to it. Taking a few steps, Vik creaked on one of the floor boards. He froze instantly, waiting for the movement, but none followed, the couple curled up under their blankets seemed to be out cold, the wonders of drink. Ignoring the squeaks and creaks, Vik loaded a small sack with some potatoes and carrots, looking in the fridge there was little he could eat without it being cooked first, however hanging above it there was a single salami like sausage... Perfect. Loading it into the small sack he was borrowing, Vik made for the door when he heard voices coming this way, and quickly! He had nowhere to go, there was little room as it was and if someone came in here they would surely bump into him, he had no time! " Goodnight poppet, be sure to let your old man know I want a rematch! I'm sure he cheated on that last game," the voice of an older man said cheerfully as the footsteps crunched over hard frost and carried on past the door. " Close one, clooose one..." Vik sighed to himself before making for the door. " I shall do, haha! Goodnight Mr Borabar... Hmm?" " дерьмо!" Vik cursed under his breath in surprise as a second voice sounded, this one being much much closer, and seemed to have noticed the door already. But he was already on the move, there was no turning back. Making a break for it Vik rushed for the open door, finding himself face to face with the young girl. Her eyes were crystal clear, her light skin full of life and her tumbling dark hair feel effortlessly down over her shoulders. She looked straight forwards, her green eyes staring straight into his own, not that she would have known that. Vik froze, she was in his way, and even though he was holding the small sack of food behind his back, he wasn't completely invisible. Humans have a sense, like most other animals, a sense that 'something's not right' and although they don't use it much it is still there. This girl could sense she was not alone... Her smile fell slowly as a look of confusion began to form on her face. She took a few steps into the caravan making Vik back up silently as the distance between them became mere inches. The shapeshifter held his breath, not wanting to give any notion that he was standing there. " дерьмо, дерьмо дерьмо дерьмо! What now? I can't kill her, she's not an enemy soldier. I... Argh! Just move already!" Vik thought to himself as scenarios flashed through his head. None of his plans would work though, his training was for flat out warfare against enemy soldiers, casualties were not a problem if it got the job done. The girl stood for a few more seconds, looking straight through Vik as she inspected the immediate surroundings of the caravan. Then, quietly she shrugged the issue off, closed the door shut and began removing her jacket. " Ahhh you're ******** now man, royally ********>" Silently taking what little steps he could, Vik waited till her back was turned, quickly crouched and sat the small sack of food down under the coats. It was right next to the door, and out of the way, if he could make a break for it then picking it up on the way out would be simple. Standing back up in a flash to take up less space, things only got worse...
"Much better" The girl sighed as she hung her coat on a hook directly behind Vik.
He froze, suddenly covered in a large felt coat that held the sweet smell of this girls perfume, one wrong move and she would see her coat possessed by an unseen spirit or something. royally ******** indeed.
As carefully as he could, Vik slid himself out from under the coat, and finally managing to see again, took in only one view. Standing where she had been before, the girl was in the midst of getting changed for bed.
"How did I get into this situation?! Well, least she's busy... Take the chance Viktor, take the chance." Vik thought to himself, urging his eyes to look towards the door instead of the beautiful girl in various stages of undress. The soft corves of her thighs and chest, the fall of her hair down her feminine back...
"THE DOOR VIK!" He shouted at himself, mentally slapping a bit of sense back into his head.
Where he was just now, Vik had no chance of getting out without her noticing/ For one, the door was closed, and two, she was standing in front of it... It would have to be a quick getaway.
Creeping silently out from the coats and grabbing the sack of food, the young shapeshifter side stepped around the girl, skirting inches away from her body as he got to the door, then it happened... A loud creak from the blasted floor!
The girls head spun round in panic at the sudden noise from the direction of the door and in her movements, knocker Vik into the badly closed door.
"дерьмо!" The door swung open as Vik crashed through it, his camouflage faltering slightly as his naked body hammered into the cold ground, the contents of the sack spilling out onto the frost. The girls eyes widened as she yelped in shock. Vik stared back up at her from the ground in silence, he'd been caught.
"Who..." She began, but before she could finish Vik scrambled to his feet and gathered his spoils. The girl looked on as her intruder fizzled, blinked and disappeared out of view, leaving nothing but breaths of white mist behind as he bounded over a neighbouring caravan.
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Getting dressed once more, Vik finished one of the carrots he'd plundered. Tonight had been more than close, if he was going to keep this up he would have to be extra careful, no mistakes. Muttering to himself , Vik finished lacing his boots before disappearing back into the shadows of the forest once more.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 7:21 pm
"Midnight Reefer"
Takeru Li Yamamoto "Hee hee heh heh...."
Takeru sat alone in his room, crisscrossing his legs over each other on the bed. To his lips he held his trusty and faithful pipe to which his life was bound. The pipe was always on his person somewhere or somehow as it was the source of his magic. Of course, Takeru wasn't often to be seen practicing magic, but it was nice if he ever needed a quick flame or some smoke to hide in.
Gently he rocked back and forth on the bed, sitting with only his yukata wrapped around his lower half. His torso was left bare, except for the feathers protruding around his collar bone and shoulder area. He chuckled to himself as the effects of the cannabis consumed him, watching the little circles of smoke as he exhaled them into the air.
"I really need to find a friend, this can get bor- holy s**t it looks like a platypus." His glassy eyes peered forward as he stared at his lamp with amazement. Raising up his hand he rubbed his index finger and thumb together in a manner one beckons their pet. "Cht cht cht, come here little platty. Hee hee, come here little p***y.~"
With the attention span of a goldfish he'd already lost interest in his lamp turned platypus, and got up on his feet to stand on wobbly legs.
"I never get the kids and faculty any presents. They've all got their stockings on their doors, but no presents. What do I have to give?" His hand moved up to grope at his feathers, contemplating their usefulness as a gift. "Nah, it'd hurt too much. Though I do think I'm in high supply of..." Pattering away over to his dresser he pulled out the full bag of "incense" that he kept their as a spare in the event he ever ran out. To his brain right now, it just meant lots of gifts.
"Smoking is fun as anything else, I shouldn't be greedy. Buddha would frown upon me for denying others the chance at such enlightenment." Creeping out of his door in nothing but his yukata, feet bare, he made his way up and down the hallway. Into each stocking on every door he left a piece or two of the plant in question, laughing and carrying on as he went.
As he passed Gerwald's room, he left and extra helping for him to use. "That guy could reaaaally use the chance to lighten up. Heh heh, I'd bet he'd be a freak if he let his hair down from time to time." Takeru continued to march up and down the hallway, leaving his little presents for every single person.
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Waking up the next morning, he smiled contentedly to himself knowing it was a glorious Saturday and no work for him to do. Everything he'd done the previous night before had completely left him, and so it wasn't until he heard some yelling and loud racket outside of his door that he fully dressed himself to go check everything out.
Outside of his door the entire student body population was at ends with themselves. Several students were sitting on the floor, up against the wall, upside down, walking around in circles, and yammering to themselves about complete and utter nonsense. Looking into a few student's eyes, he noticed they were tinted red and glazed over.
"....just what did I do last night?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:40 pm
"A Demon's Best Friend"
Asmodeous Luxuria Minutes before the midnight hour struck that Sunday evening, Asmodeous was busying away his evening with a concubine of choice. She was one of his preferred ones, highly experienced and wasted no time mincing words. Reclining back in his bed, he allowed for his concubine to perform her work for him, enjoying it mainly because now he wasn't alone.
As the clock struck twelve, a great change occurred within the Demon Prince. He had clearly forgotten today was the day of his curse to occur. That one certain day a month God had so cruelly forced him to suffer in agony from his leg. Shock wave after shock wave of pain ripped up his leg, and with his other leg he kicked the concubine in the stomach away from himself.
"GET OUT. GET. OUT." In this current state of mind he was a raging monstrosity, and no one could dare be around him without getting hurt in the process. As the concubine fled the room in fear, Asmodeous's horns and claws ripped through his flesh. He was growling and snarling, gripping at his bed sheets as his body contorted in pain. Thankfully, there was one such creature capable of approaching his Highness while he was incapacitated in such a manner.
Through the door, being beckoned by the guards with offerings and foods and the squalls of his master, entered a large black dragon romping through the room. The great scaly beast whined at the roars of his agonizing master, and nuzzled up against Asmodeous's side in comfort.
Asmodeous continued to snarl and growl as the pain reverberated throughout his leg, a hand gripping onto one of the horns of his dragon Fornicatio. He helped ease the anguish until it subsided and the guards were able to come in and sedate him. For the entire experience the dragon did not leave his master's side, even as he slept through the pain.
During the times when he was awake and not suffering, he idly patted the dragon's head as he hummed in response to his attention. Asmodeous smiled at his doting pet, and wished he were capable of speaking. "I guess so long as I got you around big guy, I don't ever have to worry about being abandoned, huh?" Fornicatio emitted a noise in response, nuzzling his nose against the demon's cheek.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:45 pm
"In From the Cold"
Danni Rinaldi It was snowing tonight as well. Though it was still in the first few weeks of December, it seemed the snow would never cease. Danni didn’t really mind at the moment. She heard the grandfather clock strike midnight inside the house as she stood out on the balcony of the master bedroom, leaning against the railing. Inside, Henri slept alone in the big bed, the blankets on her side tangled and twisted. In the corner of the room, the Christmas tree she’d decorated glowed bright, lighting up the room. She’d hadn’t really taken the time to appreciate it lately. It had been two days since she’d come back from battle. She’d been gone for six. It always took her a few days to settle after a long work trip, always took far too many nights for her to push back the nightmares. Such mental weakness had always infuriated her. To be caught unaware by simple figments of her imagination, night after night…It was disgraceful.
Blowing out a breath, she watched the puff of steam that came out of her mouth, rubbing absently at her arms as she looked up at the dark sky. Though usually she layered her clothing before going out into any sort of cold, being more used to extreme heat, she’d slipped outside in only her pajamas. She stood now, barefoot in a tank top and running shorts, ignoring the goose bumps that popped up on her arms as she closed her eyes against the last remnants of a nightmare-induced headache. There had been blood. But there was always blood. Blood and screams and eyes. Dead, lifeless eyes. There were children, the corpses of the innocents she’d killed, whether by orders or accident. Casualties in battle, souls she’d reaped. In her dreams, she drowned in the blood of innocents while they stared at her with dead, condemning eyes.
She all but jumped off the balcony when she felt hands drop onto her arms. She most certainly would have struck out in defense if she hadn’t realized it was Henri who had come up behind her, silent as a cat. She’d thought he was sleeping. Forcing herself to relax, Danni looked over her shoulder, pushed away thoughts of nightmares and innocents as she looked into his sleepy gaze. His hair was tousled from sleep, his hands warm from being under the covers. But then, he was always much warmer than her.
“Come back to bed, chérie. You’re cold.” His hands ran down her arms, warming them, and she didn’t resist as he led her back inside. If she insisted on staying outside, he would only poke and prod until she came inside anyway. Besides, he wasn’t dressed to be outside either, wearing nothing but a thin pair of sleep pants covered in Superman symbols. Though rather ridiculous, she secretly thought they suited him. She walked over to the bed as he shut and locked the balcony doors, shutting out the cold as snow stuck to her hair began to melt in the heat of the room. Because she really was cold, she went about untangling her blankets, avoiding Henri’s gaze as she slid into bed beside him. She’d hoped not to wake him tonight. Knowing him, he would ask questions. Questions she didn’t want to answer.
When he slid closer, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her to the middle of the bed, she shivered a bit as her cold skin came in contact with his warm body. He had a habit of cuddling at night that she was still getting used to, and had spent considerable time trying to figure out ways to quickly roll out of his grasp in case of attack.
“It’s midnight, ma belle. Cast aside what troubles your mind and start anew.” His voice was quiet in her ear, and she only sighed, her eyes drifting shut as his body warmed hers. She’d become spoiled by that warmth. She didn’t complain when his leg shifted to lay over hers, or when his hand slid under her shirt to press lightly against her stomach. If she complained he would only try to do what he called ‘cuddling’ or ‘snuggling.’ And she wasn’t certain she cared for that at all. Besides, his touch was warm, and was lulling her to sleep. It would be foolish to complain. After a few minutes, she felt her brain begin to shut off once more, felt her eyes grow heavy. She fell asleep to the sound of Henri’s heart beating beside her ear, to the sound of his quiet breathing. She fell asleep warm, and without another nightmare to haunt her.
Wrapped around her, holding her close, Henri pressed an absent kiss to the top of Danni’s head when he was certain she was sleeping, feeling her body begin to warm against his. It worried him a bit, how cold she was, how she twisted and turned in her sleep. She didn’t think he knew about the nightmares. But how could he not, when each night she awoke with a choked gasp, when her breath heaved out of her lungs and she disentangled herself from the sheets to breathe in fresh air outside? He knew she dreamed, knew there were things in her life she’d yet to tell him about, knew there were things she would likely never tell him. The progress he made was slow, had not yet reached that level. He was still grateful she didn’t put up a fuss about sharing his bed anymore, that she no longer gave into her instincts and punched him every time he touched her. Progress was being made. Perhaps someday she would tell him what she dreamed of.
But for now, it was midnight, and a week until Christmas. There would be time for progress in the morning. Right now, they both needed their sleep. After all, they were throwing a party tomorrow.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:00 pm
"[The Watch]"
[Beelzebub]  Smoke swirled between his lips as he watched Asmodeous venture around his room, it wasn't long before the cold air from his window stopped the prince in his path. Bee grinned as he blew out the excess smoke "What? Afraid to see more of what mess this room contains?". Asmo simply raised an eyebrow before replying with a soft sigh "Well, I am slightly concerned that you have something hiding beneath that bed of yours; wouldn't be surprised if my foot was grabbed.". Beelzebub rolled his eyes, already sensing sarcasm from his voice. Turning his eyes away from the other prince, Bee flicked the cigarette butt out the window and shut it after he was rid of it. He faced Asmodeous and noticed the male seemed rather irritated and tired "So why'd you drag me out of bed at this time of the night, again?". With out another word, Bee crossed the room and dug within his drawer before pulling out a wrapped box and handing it over to him with a slightly embarrassed shrug "It's something I picked up and I figured I'd jump on the band wagon and get you something while I was at it..".
Asmodeous glanced at the box and back at him before taking it within his grasp. "Jumping on the band wagon or not, I'm sure I don't need this.." With that he handed the box back to Bee and made his way to the other demon's bed, now residing on it. Sighing, Bee followed suit and sat next him, setting the wrapped box aside for the moment. "Well the least you could have done was accept it for shits and giggles.". A light sigh left the other demon's lips as he moved his tired eyes to glance at the more than awake Beelzebub "What's the point? As I said, it probably wasn't something I needed anyways.".
"You could have at least pretended to take interest in it, and then gently discarded it later on.". For a moment it was silent and Asmodeous the. Glanced over at him before holding out his had, figuring he wouldn't hear the end of it till it was over and done with. With that, Bee picked up the box and placed it in his hand again, now watching him as he tore the paper back, now revealing a silver like case. Once the case was opened, in side it revealed a silver watch and seemingly had been set at the current time. Asmodeous picked up the watch, examined it before glancing back at Bee who motioned with his finger for him to turn it over. The demon did just that and glanced at the engraving on the back which read "When the world turns against you, I'll always be with you.". It was cheesy at best, something Bee hardly done but it was something he had wanted the demon to keep, as a reminder that is. With out words exchanged, Asmo clasped the watch around his wrist and suddenly wrapped his arms around Beelzebub, perhaps he was amusing him as he asked? "It's a nice thought but when did you get all cheesy and thoughtful? I'm starting to wonder if you're sick." Beelzebub rested his head on his shoulder before wrapping his arms around his frame in return and shrugged slightly "I'm not sure, perhaps I am getting sick but I admit, I was tempted to saying 'Merry ******** Christmas' instead.".
Surprisingly, Bee found himself yawning along with the other male and his body soon started to fall in a state of sleepiness. It was unusual but perhaps the warm body that had been around him made him tired. For a moment he caught the other demon glancing at his watch before starting quietly "It's midnight, We should get some sleep, after all you woke me from my sleep..". He retooled his eyes before pulling him down onto the bed and curling his body close to Asmodeous "Fine, lets get some sleep then~.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:01 pm
"Good night."
Ialo Enlil Ialo sat on the edge of his bed, his cellphone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. It was dark out, the dead of night, only the nightowl students would be up – nightowls like himself. His laptop was balanced on his lap, and the cold bright screen illuminated the bags under his tired eyes as he scrolled through his email and Tumblr dashboard. “Dad, it’s late.” The dragonboy’s voice came out hoarse, and he rubbed at his eyes. “Is something the matter?” “N-no…” For some people, it was strange hearing their parents talk over the phone. It had a way of making everyone sound different than they did in reality. But for Ialo, this was his father’s normal voice – soft, a bit flat, and not particularly deep, but not nearly as high as Ialo’s own voice. It almost always had a slight scratch to it because of the reception, and most of the time there was something loud going on in the background – lab assistants yelling and bickering, the roar of wind or fire, or sometimes thousands of voices at once during a convention. But tonight, the other side of the line was quiet, and in that silence, Ialo could almost imagine his father sitting next to him. “So why did you call? It’s the middle of the night here.” A conveniently timed yawn proved his point. “I know, I just…” Mr. Enlil paused, the cord of the hotel phone wrapped around his fingers as he glanced up at the clock. “I’m not going to be home again.” “Oh.” Mr. Enlil winced. There was nothing in his son’s voice anymore. Even a little rejoicing would have been better than this apathy. “Maybe for New Year’s –“ “It’s okay, Dad.” “I still lo –“ “I know, Dad.” “….. Good night, Ialo.” “Good night, Dad.”
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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