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hope you die

bitch me too immortality would be awful

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He releases his grip as soon as Ferrus flinches -- a bit of shame runs through him; he did not intend to cause hurt, but he was overzealous. He was never overzealous. It was Ferrus, always Ferrus. He wraps his arms around Ferrus and tucks his chin into his hair. 

“Then I’m yours.” He says it as though it is simple, because for now, it is. 

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The grip is too tight & this is the first time that Naoya has ever physically hurt him outside of the bedroom. He flinches even though he doesn’t want to show that weakness. Hasn’t he already shown enough as it is? He holds back a sob as he closes his eyes and lets his shoulders slump. It feels like his whole body is shutting down. 

When Naoya commands him to look he does, eyes watery and full of tears. “No! No—don’t go. Gods above, please don’t go. Please stay by my side always.” He closes the gap between him and Naoya and buries his face into his chest. “I never want you to leave. I want—I want you. I always want you.”

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flowerais‌:

a gentle reminder that you’re still young and there’s still plenty of time to figure things out, become who u want to be and create a comfortable life for yourself

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with all due respect--which is none--

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“Mm—but I want to change the world, my sweet. I want to change it for the better. So long as I make use of my fame, I see no problem with having to sacrifice a private life.” He watches Naoya chew with dilated eyes. He’s entrancing—my God, he’s beautiful. 

He brings the knife up to Naoya’s throat, gently presses it along his pulse line. “Is this what you call a good time, beautiful?” In an instant the pressure is gone as he brings the knife away. “We could take this someplace more private if that is your desire.” He winks. 

“Yes.” Naoya has never been particularly vocal when it comes to such matters -- but for a moment, his breath hitches and the smallest, tiniest sound escapes him as the blade presses against his throat. Dangerous games have always been the most exciting -- even more so for him, because there is no real danger. 

When the knife is pulled away -- it’s then that Naoya regains his composure. His hand darts out and grabs onto Rose’s tie, tugging slightly as he leans forward to whisper in Rose’s ear. “Lead the way -- I’m yours.” 

For the night, anyhow.

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“Please, call me Rose.” His smile is relaxed despite what one might view as a tense situation. He’s always at ease when approaching people of interest. It’s hope that it will set others at ease as well—but in the case of Naoya, he’s something special. 

The staring does not dissuade him. Instead he uses the knife to slice a cheri berry in half. He pops one half of the berry into his own mouth before raising the other piece to Naoya’s lips. “And that would entirely depend on just how discreet you can be, my precious flower.” 

The grin doesn’t fade as he carefully takes the offered fruit with his teeth. Its hot spice, he hopes, is a precursor of things to come. He licks his lips slowly, careful to savor every drop of juice left behind. 

“I haven’t went after the Championship title even once -- what use is fame at the expense of privacy?” Too many eyes meant too many people prying into his researching, and what good was that? “I’m sure at times you think the same, Rose.”

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Rose is awfully sweet in a way few ever have been with Naoya. It shouldn’t leave him with such a warm feeling in his chest -- he’s terribly old, he shouldn’t be pleased with such sugary pet names. 

“Oh, I’ve just been doing a bit of this, a bit of that.” He waves a hand, eyes darting away as he still has that endearment in his thoughts, and then Rose has a grip on him, and he can’t -- or rather won’t -- look away. “A bit predictable, hm? The man named Rose enjoys red -- well, you’re the only one that’s ever said such a thing to me, so perhaps not so predictable after all.”

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“Ah—my precious flower.” Rose smiles softly and closes his laptop. Naoya’s one of those types of people that demands his full attention. “It’s been a while.” He pushes himself up to a standing position and tightens his tie—he does like to leave it loose when no one is around.

“What sort of chaos have you been up to?” He closes the gap between them quickly, reaching up to gently grab Naoya’s chin. “Hm—your eyes are so beautiful. They’re my favorite color. Did you know that?” 

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Naoya has always been an observant one -- he hears the sounds of someone stepping carefully over the perfectly trimmed grass of the lovely gardens the Chairman surely pays more than a petty sum to keep so neat. But he only turns away from the berries he’d been shamelessly stealing when a rose is tucked neatly behind his ear. He doesn’t shy away from eye contact, even as he stows away his stolen goods in one of the many pockets of his cloak. A knife -- how . . . unorthodox. 

“Threatening me with a good time, are you, Chairman?”  He looks back and forth between the blade and Rose with a teasing grin.

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Rose is a hopeless romantic—rather, he finds he’s rarely attracted to anyone and when he is it’s because he finds a man to be interesting. Naoya is interesting. He pulls a dagger that’s hidden at his hip. (An extra precaution he takes…one can never be too careful.) Plucking a rose from his private gardens that the man has encroached upon, he carefully carves off the thorns from the rose and snips off a good portion of the stem.

“My, my—” His voice is a low baritone, one that he has practiced on for decades. “It’s rare for someone to be so bold as to trespass on my private property. You must be a brave man.” He steps over and tucks the rose behind Naoya’s ear. “After all, I do not find foolish men attractive.” Blade still remains steadily in his hand. He has his pokemon too, but sometimes a knife is enough of a warning. 

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“ I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. ”

Naoya had always prided himself in being willing to do anything, – even where it others might claim morality, he did whatever necessary, and he did it without hesitation. He did not apologize; he did not regret. It wasn’t personal. It was simply getting the job done.

He didn’t hesitate, but he was hesitating now. 

“I’m sorry, Ferrus.” 

The words feel foreign in his mouth. It was not often that he spoke these words and even less often that he meant them.

“I would take it away if I could.”

But alas, he cannot.

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Belated present for Cassi..! I actually like drawing Overlord the best www

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“ This is the exact reason why everyone I love leaves!”

“Not everyone — not me.” And oh, his voice comes out a bit rougher than he means it to. He reaches out to grab Ferrus’ hand and perhaps his grip is a touch too tight. Ferrus has always drawn out these emotions in him. Only Ferrus, in all these lives. “Do you think that — you can’t run away. I am not leaving.”

He doesn’t know when things became this way. He doesn’t know when it turned to this — when he realized that even if he did not say it, he was sworn to remain at Ferrus’ side, at least for this life. Perhaps for every life, if he let himself have this.

He tugs lightly on his lover. “Look at me, Ferrus. I am yours, and I will stay, until you tell me to go. Do you want me to go?”

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abel raises a brow, "vibe check, you claim? i believe you shall be vibe checked as well, with this disgusting holy bible."

“now, now – let’s not be… hasty, brother. it was only a bit of humor, after all.”

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misc angst sentences.

“It… I … it wasn’t supposed — to be this way —”

“If I could take it all back… I would.”

“You have no idea how far I went — to save you.”

“Even if it means giving up my life, everything I’ve done, I’ll do it for you.”

“There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

“Close your eyes — I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“It was — it was supposed to end differently! It was — supposed to — no!”

“No — No, no, no, no, no — ! Not like this !”

“Let — go !”

“ Com— come back ! Don’t you dare leave me here !”

“I refuse to die here! I’ve come too far!”

“ Why do I have to be strong all the time? ”

“ Look at me! How can you call this dependable? ”

“ This is the exact reason why everyone I love leaves!”

“ There are so many sides to me that you don’t know. ”

“ All I ever wanted was to live a happy life… I wanted to be fine!”

“ There’s this thing about solitude. It gets to you. It eats you alive. ”

“ And sometimes we just gotta give up. ”

“ There are burdens on my shoulders that I can’t shake off. ”

“ Have you ever felt suffocated? ”

“ It’s the world is crumbling beneath me and I’m in free fall. ”

“ What I wouldn’t give to go back to the time where I had no concerns. ”

“ There’s this darkness in me… I don’t know how to explain it. ”

“ I’m hollow. ”

“ And then there’s this sadness. This raw, awful sadness that you’re too good to see. ”

“ You don’t deserve someone like me. ”

“ My past comes back to haunt me, and I can’t chase the ghosts away. ”

“ So many things went wrong in my life, and they keep on coming. ”

“ I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. ”

“ It hurts… every god awful day it hurts. More and more. ”

“ I can’t seem to outrun this. ”

“ Do you ever just wanna… give in?”

“ Should’ve gotten life right the first time. ”

“ They keep saying that this is all going to go away, but I don’t know about that. ”

“ Life is a god damn ocean and I have no idea how to swim. ”

“ It just doesn’t feel fair. ” 

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and then cain went “vibe check” and hit abel over the head, and when god came and asked cain, “where is your brother?” cain replied, “his vibes were horrendous, sir” to which god apologized and invited cain to check his vibe as well

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bledthrice‌:

Wordlessly Ferrus reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of Cain’s eyes. He loves to marvel at the man he loves so much—loves the red of his eyes and the white of his hair. To Ferrus he looks perfect. “I want you.” He keeps his voice soft. Cain does not deserve harshness. “I love you.” Perhaps it doesn’t need to be said, but Ferrus loves to remind Cain that he is loved.

When he comes home from a blood sacrifice he’s usually tired, but this whole ordeal he’s found invigorating. “I know you’re going to be busy, but I want your full attention right now.” He threads his fingers through Cain’s hair, gently yet firmly pulls at it until he can see the line of Cain’s neck. He bites down not once but thrice, leaving bruising marks in his wake. “I’m going to make you mine, Cain. I’m going to fuck you.” 

i want you. 

“you have me.” he leans in to the the soft sweet touches to his hair, marvelling, if only for a moment, that he has this, that he has ferrus. “i love you too.”

when ferrus pulls his hair, a clear but silent command to tilt his head back, cain does so slowly, eager to submit. it is not often ferrus takes charge like this, and cain is more than happy to surrender to his lover. still, he is not expecting it when ferrus sinks his teeth into his neck and has to slap a hand over his mouth to stifle an embarrassing noise that threatens to escape him. 

it takes him a moment to respond to ferrus -- but when he does, his voice is even and smooth once again, with no sign of the shameful little noise that he muffled just moments before. “yeah? are you planning to fuck me right here or are you going to take me home first?”

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only ferrus would be permitted to outright demand something of cain like this, and only for ferrus would cain not even consider disobedience. fixed with that look, his mouth goes dry. he always wants ferrus -- but right now, it’s more of a ravenous hunger. 

he steps closer to ferrus, close enough that their bodies brush -- cain is not bothered by a little blood. he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t think he needs to. ferrus is not normally the type to demand things of him, and so cain will wait, and let ferrus tell him what he needs, and then cain will give it to him.

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His clothes are soaked in blood and there are even dried flecks of the red liquid on his cheeks and jawline. His hands are, for once, steady—even though he’s in a city—he feels perfectly confident. This man deserved to die. After all, he was using demons for his own personal gain! What better way to show him the light than to wipe out his pathetic little existence? 

“Cain.” Baritone voice is soft and calm as he tilts his head upward toward the stars. “Come here.” He has never been one to give the other commands—but tonight he is in a certain sort of mood. 

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“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.” 🙃🙃

“That’s a shame.” Ferrus gently traces his fingers alone Cain’s jawline. “You look beautiful under the light of the moon—then again, you always look beautiful.” He kisses him again, this kiss even more tender than the last. “You deserve to be treated with softness, Cain. You deserve all the tenderness in the world.” His smile is faint, if not a bit sad. He knows Cain’s circumstances. He knows that, in the end, their love can only end in tragedy time and time again. “I swear it does not matter how many centuries pass—you are the only one for me, Cain. I will seek you out time and time again until you grow tired of me.” 

He kisses him again and again and again.

“You deserve this. You deserve a happy ending.”