#[[ me: nvm sorry yata you deserve better ]]

[causeborn]

The alliance between red and blue had continued, and the KING had only been frequenting HOMRA more. Surprisingly, Vanguard didn't so much mind it. Nevermind the fact that there was s o m e t h i n g between them, bluenette wasn't exactly unpleasant in presence. It had distaste melding into likeness and then. Well. There was a reason he'd made his way to the man's office, after all, a reason he'd grabbed him by the cravat. A reason he impulsively attached their lips. "You fuckin' idiot!!"

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;;                 IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

                          “Oya - - ?”

Deep within the frigid chasm of decorum and innate comprehension of the state of things around him, stood a man DECLARED A KING, his crown a jagged noose dangling by the merciless thread of humanity.      Countless strings, crimson strings, wrapped tight about the blade of his spirit - and it was each, by his own choosing, that had the capacity to CRUSH the metal to shrapnel if the spiderweb of fate was disturbed even slightly.      It was one such thread, WILD AND FIERCE AND AFLAME, that had proudly, effortlessly, cracked the sword down the center, small abrasions beneath the surface allowing such a feat - and for that, the gelid monarch had hoped never to create such SMALL WORLDS for himself again, lest his path be blocked entirely.       AND YET, HERE YOU ARE.                        CHAOS WITHIN MY SANCTUM.Unfettered pride a whirlwind of emotion, of VIOLENT DISREGARD for the order by which he sought so desperately to protect, breath and heat and aggravation a cocktail by which he had no tolerance for.   Restrained violets alit with surprise for only a fraction of an already fleeting moment, as power incarnate became the lithe fingers coiling around the youth’s collar, forcing him to cry havoc and insult straight into the jaws of the beast.            MISCOMMUNICATION WAS NO LONGER AN OPTION.                                 (Fine then.)But, he would not again need to wash sacred life off his derelict means of sight - no, he was capable of unforgiving heat, as well, disallowing the vanguard god-given air for a few moments longer than was duly moral, before releasing him back to the wild.

                         “Take that as what you will, Yatagarasu-kun.            Understand what you will.                                It is no longer my responsibility to shield you, if you insist on invading my sanctum like this.”                                                

                                                                                      - - FOR ORDER IS YOUR CAUSE,                                                                                     AND A PURE AND LONELY PATH THAT IS