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“I’ve done worse to those I like more.“ But he’ll spare going into that---

              “Perhaps I might not be so inclined to give you your life back.                Reanimated corpses are so irritating, anyway.”                Not that they’re much better when truly alive.

“Hm. That sounds like quite a bit of effort for someone        you seem to dislike. And besides, why should I          be afraid to die if you apparently possess the           capability to bring me back?

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            “ ---Bear in mind I possess the capability to kill you,                                  bring you back to life,                                                then kill you again. ”

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Cabal paused there, and where before he’d been watching the blood disappear from his skin, he then dragged his stare over to the other; “So---do you tell that to everybody, or are you more adept at conversation than this encounter would suggest?”

“Well, it isn’t yours,” they say, reasonably. he just said so, after all! and they just take his word for it, and it doesn’t occur to them that that means it’s someone else’s and it’s possible he’s some kind of serial killer. “Just a little blood.” just a lot of blood. “It’s everywhere all the time. You are full of it right now.”

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me: don’t do it Cabal: *does it* me: oh my god

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That’s so funny, he forgot to laugh. Or do anything, really, beyond settle the stranger with an unimpressed g l a r e.

             “Try removing yourself from my presence,”                     he suggests instead, and that’s his favorite option.

You don’t even need an asshole detector to see he’s a douche.

“I don’t actually give a fuck who you are. Your being here is a bother---I just wanted to know what they call a pest like you.”

░▒▓█ ⊰ None can excel ⊱

  ❛Ronald Mc. fucking Donald.❜  you little twat.

 insulted? not really. but noticing venomous    tongues & nasty little lips that just want to spit    at you was one of the reaper’s MANY fortes.

 translation: he’s a lethal asshole detector. 

   ❛Try ASKING NICELY.❜

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“Thank you,” Cabal murmurs, plucking a few of the proffered items. He opens one and wipes down his palms, but as it does little good he goes through another two before his hands are clean.

All the while he looks at the other, faintly entertained by their reaction. Not because it’s funny, but because--- “Most other people would be panicking.” Cabal states. “You’re oddly calm.” For being approached by a man with bloody hands, that is. Not that getting bloody had been his intention, so really, is he a bad man?                                                       YES.

“…oh.” they just take his word for it; surely, if he were seriously injured, he’d be making a fuss. nobody is that stoic. calming down somewhat, but still fluttery and anxious, they reach into their bag and dig around until they produce a couple of individually-wrapped moist toilettes. they still have a mountain-sized stash of these from when they were homeless.

“Here.” they look sheepish.

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❤ affablevampire

affablevampire

One of the many attractions littering the make-shift fairground of the Cabal Bro’s Carnival was a kissing booth.It’s where, sometimes, Cabal would find Horst working behind the set-up, sharing in innocent pecks or (far less innocent) kisses from anyone willing to step up.

Which happened to be quite a few people, as the aura surrounding the booth was laced with magic made to make weaker people susceptible to giving in and going to kiss an attractive stranger. 

Cabal, as surely you know, was no weak man. The awareness of desire wasn’t heightened when he approached the booth to speak with Horst, nor was it made worse the longer he remained in his brother’s presence.

...So really, there was no excuse for why he was staring so intently at the vampire’s mouth, wondering just how many people had the chance to kiss those lips that evening. At first he thought he was just grossed out by it, all the freely-given affection, but with an awkward realization he came to find it was perhaps something more akin to---jealousy.

While Horst was in the middle of some story Cabal didn’t really care for, the necromancer surged upwards to silence the vampire with a kiss.At first it was just an awkward press of his mouth to Horst’s upper-lip, but with a bit of shifting Cabal got his lips closed around Horst’s lower one.

---And then, just as quick as it started it was ending, Cabal taking a step back with a rather flushed countenance.

Waving a hand, he continued to step back, muttering ‘yes, carry on,’ as he went, apparently forgetting that what Horst had been doing was telling him a story. However, staying around to listen to the rest of it was no longer an option.

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❤ ♥ ♥ laurelaiwingates

It’s for the sole purpose of the job, is the mantra playing in Cabal’s mind.There was a very particular tome he needed to acquire, and to get to that tome he’d had to attend a gathering of some important people in a secluded old mountain-side castle, and upon learning of his plan Laurelai had demanded to come along else she’d rat him out.

Somehow it came to be that they were playing a couple—a poor example of one at that. A few nosy… acquaintances suspected the two of them weren’t really together at all, and to keep up appearances Cabal had to act fast.

While the two were alone in the back corner of the dance-hall room, though still with curious eyes upon them, Cabal reached over to guide Laurelai into looking at him before shifting closer, pressing his lips to hers softly. As he’d never initiated a kiss before, he wasn’t sure how long to keep their mouths held together, but after a couple moments he pulled back to open his eyes and look at her.

“Think nothing of that.” He urged, sitting back as he’d been minutes ago.Perhaps, he thought, kissing isn’t so bad when it’s under my terms.

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❤ Amoralnecromancer (haha!)

amoralnecromancer

When asked why Cabal was opposed to getting intimate, his answer would frequently be that there’s no one good enough to share it with.

But what about when he himself came along?

If anyone was worthy of Cabal’s affection, it was Cabal.Still was the necromancer reluctant to get close, yet at the same time he was curious as to what it was that had everyone else so fond of sharing affection.

Though, his affection came without warning.It was at a time when the other Cabal was reclining in the living room, a book before him. The Cabal looking to experiment figured it was as good a time as any to bother him, for it was when reading that he was least likely to get upset at being interrupted.

So, crossing the room, Cabal set his palms down on one of the armrests of the seat and dipped down, capturing his other-dimensional-twin’s lips with his own.After a moment of just holding himself there (can’t expect him to make it a good kiss, he’s had no experience), Cabal straightened up.After making one sound,just a “Hm,”Cabal turned and left the room.

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Send me "❤" with a url and my muse will kiss them

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Cue a long, drawn-out sigh. After a pause, he queried; “What if I shoot you?”

“I find that calling people pest is less likely to get them to do what you want.”

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           “---Leave me alone you verdammt pest.”

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If you had to choose between death and sleeping with Lorelai, which would you choose?

“...In the unfortunate circumstance I’d ever have to choose between the two,I’d go with the latter, obviously.                          I wouldn’t essentially throw my life away                          just because I’m not interested in getting                          intimate with anyone.                                      Even if that ‘anyone’ is quite bothersome.”

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