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[yuichiroswife]

✠ — He certainly doesn't see why they shouldn't. "Sure, why not~?" And with that, he wraps one arm around the females waist to pull her closer, uses the other to carefully move her hand away from her mouth before caressing her cheek — somewhat cold lips pressing against Crosseyra's warmer ones. // @vygiler

[yuichiroswife]

✠ — OH HOW THINGS HAD GOTTEN SO OUT OF HAND... desperately hiding from the one that he had called his beloved, doing everything that he could to avoid a possible disastrous outcome that would come from being discovered. Body moving slowly from one place to another with footsteps as light as a feather, slinking around corners and furniture all so he could find himself with nowhere else to go aside from behind a large curtain that hadn't been touched in what seemed like years. Perhaps going outside hadn't been the wisest idea the blonde had today, it wasn't as if he had planned on doing something the other would find distasteful anyway — but alas, Envy had seen the other speaking with another man while he was away and surely had taken such a thing as ill intent — that much was clear from the way he looked at Mikaela once he had stepped through the front door of their shared home. His gaze had appeared so cold when he'd come to greet him. Much colder than they had usually appeared. And he refused to even touch Mikaela, denying him of his usual kiss in turn. That was how he knew that the Little Killer of Mississippi had witnessed his exchange with the fellow outside of the small independent market, how he knew that Envy had interpreted their interaction as an act of defiance against him and Mikaela's status. The blood on his clothes was more than enough for Mikaela to know what had become of the man's fate.

✠ — The creaking sound of the door opening accompanied by groaning floorboards is more than enough to cause the blonde distress, HANDS COMPLETELY CLASPED OVER HIS MOUTH IN A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO KEEP HIMSELF QUIET, fingers pressing ever so firmly against porcelain skin that it would surely leave a red imprint. All he wanted to do was prepare a nice dinner for the two of them. All he wanted was for them to have a nice time together, especially since he knew Envy wasn't the type that enjoyed going out in crowds. All he wanted was an evening together... a date that the two of them could enjoy together as a happy couple. He knew that hiding from the other would only prove to make him seem ever the more guilty in his eyes, but what was he supposed to do? Talking things over wasn't exactly something that serial killer did very often, so hiding was all that he knew how to do at the moment. At least... until he heard the loud tearing of plaster echo throughout the dark and dreary room, all of which served as the nudge that was needed to cause a shrill gasp to escaped from behind closed fingers.

@yuichiroswife || date night.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, the only light coming the tall archaic windows casting rippling shadows of rain across the wooden furniture & veiled art pieces alike. the downpour tonight is just relentless. it pounds & pounds angrily against the foggy panes for what seems like hours now, only for a prolonged creak of a door slowly inching open to finally break its monotonous rhythm. ❝ . . . . . . ❞ the air grows heavy, thick with tension. one of the large musty curtains down the room obscuring mika's doll-like self as he hides, forced to listen how the old floorboards start to creak, one by one, slowly, a suggestion of heavy boots drawing near. they stop only few feet away from where mika's hiding, seconds before a loud jab & tearing plaster booms across the once silent atmosphere. ❝ come out, come out... ❞ he says, ❝ you know you can't escape me.... my dearest... ❞

[yuichiroswife]

“There, there,” she lulled him, patting his blond head. “Don’t bite his ass off. I’ll give you a kiss on your cheek.”

✠ — THERE'S A CLEAR LOOK OF IRRITATION AS SHE CONTINUES TO PAT HIS HEAD, though it's obvious that said irritation doesn't stem from the crimson-haired woman's gesture, but instead because of a certain older raven that always wanted to have some kind of remark towards him. It was always more than enough to get him all riled up to the point of him being in a bad mood for the rest of the day, which generally caused Yūichirō to come and try talk to him about how amazing Guren was or how he should try to get along with him thus just making him more irritated. It was simply a never-ending cycle of being irritated and annoyed. Sometimes, just so he could get away from it all, he would wander off all on his own and allow himself to simmer in negative feelings until he felt like going back.

✠ — Yet despite the irritation he had been feeling previously, IT ONLY TOOK A FEW MOMENTS ALONE WITH CROSSEYRA FOR SAID IRRITATION TO MELT AWAY. He soon begins to somewhat nuzzle the top of his head into the female's hand, closing his eyes for just a few moments in order to really take in the soothing sensation before opening them once again. He always could rely on Crosseyra to make him feel better, even if he wasn't really expecting her to come out and find him, but then again... perhaps he should have considering they're relationship towards one another?

✠ — "Yeah, yeah, I know." HE GIVES A RATHER QUIET HUFF THROUGH HIS NOSE WHEN RESPONDING TO THE OTHER'S WORDS, "Even if I tried to do something to him, Yuu-chan would never let me hear the end of it... so it's not even worth it." He didn't feel like dealing with all of the backlash that would come with preforming such an action, hence why he continued to choose to simply walk away from the other rather than keep arguing and getting nowhere. "Though if you're going to be so insistent on giving me a kiss to make sure I don't do anything stupid, why not make it a kiss on the lips instead? I'd feel more obligated to keep behaving for you then."

[yuichiroswife]

Her legs moved in their own, running at full speed once she distinguished that blond hair and crimson eyes through the distance amidst the smoke, the blood and the chaos. It clicked and ran across her spine like a mechanic action, a reflex, a primal instinct, a move so close to a need she decided to go forward with it when it was already too late to fall back.

Because he was home, he was the safest place on earth right now.

Cross jumped into his arms with enough force to tackle any other living creature, but not him. He was sturdy as pilar, inmovable as a rock, and she felt his arms around her protectively putting her together. Her head pressed against the crook of his neck, lips crashe against his shoulder, eyes shit fiercely.

❝You're alive,❞ Rowan claimed in a whimper. ❝You're alive, you're alive, you're alive.❞

✠ — THE LONG HOURS OF SCREAMS PIERCING THROUGH THE AIR WAS ENOUGH TO DISORIENTATE HIM, mind spinning round and round in circles as he tried to his best to adjust to the sudden silence that followed, ears filled with nothing but static noise — blonde strands of hair somewhat dishelmed, splattered with flecks of fresh blood (whether it was friend or foe he didn't know), crimson irises doing their best to readjust to his surroundings — peering through the lingering smoke as he continued to gather his bearings. Serving as a foot soldier often lead to many grueling battles against whoever decided they were going to be their enemy for the day, but today had been especially challenging. He hadn't expected there to be so much destruction and chaos amongst the battlefield, at least not to this extent.

✠ — Hence why the sudden sight of Crosseyra Rowan, A HUMAN WOMAN WHO HE NEVER IMAGINED HE'D GROW SO ATTACHED TO, running towards him at a full sprint does nothing but catch him off guard — small petite body colliding with his own toned body, thin arms coming to wrap themselves around his shoulders while her legs wrapped around his waist. Despite being disorientated, he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her small frame: one arm placed around her waist with a hand against her upper back while the other was wrapped underneath her legs with a hand placed against her bottom — grasp only becoming that much firmer once he comes back to his senses. He leans his head against the top of crimson strands upon her head, taking in the sweet fragrance he's come to know her by, it's more than enough to pull a soft sigh from his lips.

✠ — "Of course I'm alive," HE STARTS IN A SOFT TONE OF VOICE WHEN HE SPEAKS, "I told you that I would come back, didn't I?" There's a moment of silence between the two after he says this, almost as if he was allowing his words to sink in for his female companion, "I'm not going to die and leave you all alone, Cross. I'll make sure to come back to you every single time. No matter how difficult it may be." There had been no truer words that he'd spoken than in that moment. He wanted to be with Crosseyra, no matter what type of situations the two of them would get into, no matter what baggage the two of them possessed. He always wanted to be by her side.

[yuichiroswife]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, slow & nonchalant, soon to halt at the foot of mika's bed. they belong to no other than the little killer of mississipi, who, without any words, squats low & preens to the side, only to stab those dark, dark eyes straight into mika's face.

" . . . . . . "

ohh, that poor, sweet, innocent thing.... did he really think that he could hide? the wicked lips curl at their corners, giving envy a stunningly devilish look seconds before he drops down onto his knees & crawls under the same bed.

✠ — GAMES OF CAT AND MOUSE WERE COMMON WITHIN THIS HOUSEHOLD, as were games of hide and seek, constantly moving from one hiding space to another in order to avoid detection. It was a survival instinct, something that not many people believed they would need, because honestly... why would they in this day and age — everything was practically handed to them on a silver platter, especially if one so happened to be privileged. Mikaela had never been one of said privileged people. Thus why he was continuously moved from area to area within the old house, light steps taken as quickly as they possibly could be without making so much as a single sound, all so he wouldn't alert the other to his presence, because if he were going to survive... he would have to think and move just as the little killer would. He had managed to survive as long as he had using those principals, but even he had to admit that despite being with Envy for as long as he had been, Mikaela still had yet to fully comprehend the raven's way of thinking.

✠ — Hence why he found himself falling back into his old habits, CHILDISH HABITS FROM THE DAYS OF HIS YOUTH — back when he believed the space under his bed was a safe haven from his father's alcohol induced beatings — quietly lowering himself down onto his knees until his entire body was laid flat against the old floorboards, carefully shifting as he began to slide himself underneath said bed. He remained completely silent, perhaps so much so to the point that a normal human being would believe that he was nothing but a corpse underneath the bed, but alas... Envy was no normal human being. He was something else entirely. Sapphire irises stared out from within the darkness, listening... watching... waiting to see where the other would approach from — that way he could make another quick escape to yet another room within this god forsaken house — but instead he entered the very bedroom Mikaela had been hiding in (simply standing there as if he already knew). The game was surely through.

✠ — THERE'S A LOUD THUD THAT COMES FROM THE WEIGHT OF THE LITTLE KILLER'S BODY WHEN HE DROPS DOWN ONTO HIS KNEES IN FRONT OF MIKAELA'S BED, the smile that takes over the taller male's features is enough to surely strike fear into the hearts of many, but Mikaela was not one of those many — especially not after being with the other for so very long. "I suppose that this means I failed our game of cat and mouse again, huh?" The words come forth from slightly pursed lips, followed by a very small sigh. "I really don't think that I'll ever be able to—" He doesn't have the chance to finish his sentence before Envy all but pushes himself underneath the bed with the small blonde, causing their bodies to somewhat press against one another, surely being more than enough to cause a faint shade of color to take over the smaller's features. "H... Hey, you're too big to fit under here with me. We're gonna get stuck under here if you try to get any closer." In truth, he didn't mind being this close to the other, in fact... he probably enjoyed it a little too much. Really though. how was he supposed to get out if Envy was blocking the way? Sometimes Envy really could remind him of an overly playful and mischievous child.

[yuichiroswife]

THINK FAST: * throws a chocolate bar at mika. *

✠ — Despite being a vampire, the blonde fails to properly catch the small bar of chocolate that had been thrown at him, fumbling once... twice... and even three times with the tips of his fingers before it finally lands in the palms of his hands. Sapphire irises stare down at the securely wrapped piece of candy, almost as if he was contemplating what exactly to do with such a thing. Of course the was always the simple choice of just eating it himself, but he wasn't sure he wanted to do that, there was also the choice of giving it away to someone else, but the only person he could think of giving it to was the larger raven that he'd been living with — he wasn't even sure if they other liked sweets in particular, or at least sweets that weren't native to him, but the idea was still worth a shot.

✠ — "Thank you," the words barely escape from slightly parted lips, "I'm sure Envy would enjoy sharing this together."

[yuichiroswife]

✠ — "He started it first with that stupid nickname of his!" Catch him being a sassy little shit now that Crosseyra has awoken from her nap, running off behind her to wrap his arms around her waist.

[yuichiroswife]

✠ — At this point, he’s really questioning his son’s choice in friends. As long as Koui’s actually having fun at least, right?

[yuichiroswife]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃.   without   bothering  to  hush  them,  the  little  killer  darts  across  the  labyrinth  of  misty  streets  &  flickering  lampposts,  searching  for  none  other  than  his  dearest  friend.  he  knows  that  he  is  around  here  somewhere,  trapped  in  this  delusion  of  a  moonlit  city  much  like  all  of  the  other  (  unfortunate  )  children  whom  happened  to  be  caught.  the  nonchalant  guards  don’t  even  blink  as  he  passes,  just  rushing  down  the  cobblestone  pavements  until  the  familiar  sight of an angel  sitting  at  the  edge  of  a  fountain  comes  into  view,  so  terribly  lost  between own thoughts &  its  dark,  shimmering  waters.

the  little  killer  slows  down  into  a  halt  just  then  &  with  a  soft  breath,  squats  down,  falling  right  into  mika’s  line  of  sight.  as  always,  no  words  escape  those  silent  lips. instead, min-jun  proceeds to  reach for  something  in  his  pocket  &  with  a  hint  of  a  smile,  reach up, pushing  a  lone  chocolate  square  right  between  mika’s  lips.   it  melts  almost  instantly  along  the  tongue,  tasting  of  sweet  caramel,  luxury,  &  a  secret  meant just for him. // happy white day ♥ !

✠ — ALL SOUND SURROUNDING HAD BEEN COMPLETELY BLOCKED OUT BY THE STATIC NOISE WITHIN THE BLONDE'S MIND, sapphire gaze staring unflinchingly into the water's depths as he remained ever still — almost as if mesmerized by the way the water moved because of the fountain's constant flowing stream — yet the look held within his eyes was not something that one would call childish excitement or curiosity. No, instead his eyes held something more concerning. Something much darker. Almost as if the shine had been completely taken from the blonde's eyes. What exactly could have caused such a thing, one couldn't be certain, especially given the fact he wasn't even focused enough to speak, but one thing was for sure — whatever it was certainly had him anxious. Though if one knew him well enough, the cause could likely be chalked up to a certain silver-haired vampire.

✠ — Gaze remained fixated upon the fountain's waters until the sound of hurried footsteps draws his attention, HEAD JUST ABOUT TO TURN TO THE SIDE WHEN SOMEONE CROUCHES DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM. He doesn't speak though, instead now focusing his sights upon the pale facial features of the one he called his beloved friend and companion. Seemingly taking a few moments to break his mind away from the overwhelmingly loud static, lips parting ever so slightly as if he was to say something — only for his mouth to be occupied by something being pushed between his lips.

✠ — THE SUDDEN RICH AND SWEET FLAVOR AGAINST HIS TONGUE TAKES HIM BY SURPRISE, finally forcing him back to reality as the shine in his eyes returns once more, clearly causing him to forget about whatever it was that was plaguing him — temporarily at least. Candy. 'Twas something that he hadn't had in a very long time... not since the world had ended anyway. How the other was able to get his hands on such a thing is a wonder in and of itself, ONE THAT MIKAELA DESPERATELY WISHES TO KNOW IN FACT, but alas... he only wishes that could could have shared such a treat with him instead of having the small square pushed into his mouth. Ah, but wait, the whole square wasn't in his mouth. It was perched in between his lips and only one side had touched his tongue, thus he had an idea. Ever so carefully, he manages to bite the small square in half before leaning forward to give the boy of raven strands a small kiss on the lips — transferring the other half of the chocolate square between Min-Jun's lips as he had done to him — before straightening himself back up.

✠ — "Haha, I hope you didn't expect me to eat that by myself~." There's a small fit of laughter that escapes his lips, A FAINT SHADE OF COLOR MANAGING TO TAKE OVER HIS FEATURES IN THE PROCESS, followed by an overly enthusiastic smile. Small hands move from their place upon his lap and reach forward, leaning down ever so slightly until delicate fingers were placed against both sides of Min-Jun's face. "I'd ask where you got that from, but I don't think you'd tell me regardless of if I did or not. So I won't even bother," he pauses for a moment as his thumbs make small circles against the other's skin, "though I have to say you caught me by surprise with it. I definitely wasn't expecting it!"

✠ — Even so, it was a delightful surprise to a rather dreary day for him, that much was for certain. Not to mention it was very sneaky of the other as well. Well played, very well played indeed. "Honestly... it's got me a little flustered." The words come forth in a rather uncharacteristically shy tone for once, further proving that the action made his heart skip more than a few beats, yet despite that, he still leans his forehead against his companion's. "Happy White Day, Min-Jun~. Thank you for the sweet surprise."

[yuichiroswife]

" ... hey, " the little killer coo'es with the clear, unequivocal lucidy of a madman who has long escaped the reality of having to abide by laws set by vampires. " i have something... for you... " he extends his gentle hand between the metal bars, a lone black-nailed finger gesturing for mika to abandon his post & come closer.

✠ — Oh, how he knows that he shouldn't allow himself to be distracted from his duties... How he should keep his attention fixated upon guarding the door that lead to the dungeon within the vampire city of Sanguinem, the very door that kept hostages behind bars in order to be used as leverage or even simply as bait to lure their fellow humans out to the slaughter. He knew that he should stay at his post like he had been ordered to by the vampire queen of Japan, but the way the older male addresses the blonde is more than enough to catch his attention. Sapphire irises glancing over his shoulder, peering through sunshine strands that almost always obscure his line of sight from others — hands rested firmly upon his hips as he remains ever so silent, and while he doesn't move from his spot immediately... it's clear that such a thing won't last for very long, not with the way his body slowly turns to face the other — hands that were once upon his hips were now dropped at his sides, taking a quick moment to look around for anyone that may possibly be watching.

✠ — That notion alone seems as if it's more than enough to deter the smaller from doing as the other asks of him, but hearing Envy once again beckon him closer with that one simple gesture and those oh so special words, well... how could he possibly deny him any longer? Even if he knows that he really shouldn't, especially since he was more than aware that Envy has always been a tricky one, but alas, he cannot help but cater to him. It's in his very nature to do so, not because he needs to, but because he HAS to. Yes, that's right, he has to cater to every single desire that the little killer of Mississippi possesses... be it large or small — because world be damned if he allowed another to think that they can take what is rightfully his by doing what was asked of the raven — he'd much rather slice his neck open and choke on his own blood than allow anyone else near Envy. Hence why he begins to slowly make his way towards the his companion, left hand coming to rest upon one of the various metal bars while his right hand gently takes hold of the hand that Envy bestowed forward previously.

✠ — "..." At first he doesn't speak, instead he allows himself to peer deeply into the other's eyes (perhaps an attempt at reading any possible hint deception on his end) — they were something akin to a black hole, completely devoid of light, a feature that Mikaela had known Envy for from the very moment they had met — only to allow a small sigh to escape from slightly parted plush lips, finally choosing to come out and ask the other what it was that he wanted. "What is it that you wish to show me? Or perhaps is it something you wish to give me? Does it have anything to do with the reason why you're down here?" Aside from the fact that Envy wasn't one to play nice with the other vampires within the colony, perhaps this would be the safest place for him to dwell? So long as he didn't taunt the other guards anyway.

[yuichiroswife]

slowly dragging the edge of his knife across a black-nailed finger, envy smiles & without words, tempts the other to come closer; the trickling droplets glistening like red gems in moonlight. " . . . . ~ " will he dare?

✠ — OH HOW ENTICING THE LITTLE KILLER OF MISSISSIPPI COULD BE. Always playing his games on the blonde without fail, whether they were cruel or not, so long as he got to play with him... he was content. Always managing to catch the shorter’s attention, even when he tried his absolute hardest to ignore the advances the other would sometimes make — though one would not call it wise to ignore Envy — for he may grow weary of his rude behavior and strike when he least expects it. Oh how much of a little shit the little killer of Mississippi could be. It was almost enough to make the blonde want to push him down and give him a taste of his own medicine, but alas, the last time he tried such a thing... he ended up being the one pinned down. Not that it wasn’t something he enjoyed deep down within his very core, but he would never openly admit that, would he? No, of course not. Not unless someone managed to rip such a confession out from his throat.

✠ — But the smell of blood lingering in the air was so very strong and he hadn’t had anything to drink in such a long time. PERHAPS IT WOULDN’T HURT TO HAVE A LITTLE TASTE, NO? After all, it seemed like Envy was making an offer — one that he knew he shouldn’t take, one that he knew was just a ruse to get him closer — but who’s to say he cared right now? His steps are somewhat slow as he approaches the other, almost as if he were trying to keep some type of caution, head kept in a lowered position (much like he usually did when he was too shy to ask for something he needed), sapphire irises peering back at the other through sunshine strands; finally coming to a halt just a few inches away from Envy. Hands slowly reach forth to take a hold of his partner’s wrist, gently so in reminder of how tender said areas was due to scaring, and brings his finger to rest upon soft plush lips — how intoxicating the smell was — tongue gliding slowly across crimson droplets before he slips his finger into his mouth.

✠ — THIS WASN’T ENOUGH... He wanted more. He needed more.

✠ — He pulls Envy’s finger from his mouth with a slight pop, LEAVING BEHIND THIN STRINGS OF SALIVA, some broken while others still connected to his tongue. He could already feel the heat rising in his face from allowing himself to indulge in his desires, but he simply couldn’t help it, he wouldn’t stop here. It only takes him a moment to lift the other’s sleeve up past his elbow, exposing bare pale skin and a dark purple scar around the wrist, but instead of going for what he wanted first... he chooses to place a few gentle kisses upon Envy’s scar — just enough to show that he wasn’t merely a blood bag to him — before finally sinking his fangs into his forearm.

✠ — “Mmmhp—” OH HOW HE MISSED THIS TASTE. He had lost track of just how many times he’d taken a quick taste of Envy’s blood after patching him up, whether it came from a cloth or scarce droplets on the floor, he simply couldn’t resist. Granted, it was something he was ashamed of, and it was something he wouldn’t allow the other to know — otherwise he wasn’t sure what exactly the other would do with such information. Just like all the times he would watch him sleep, eyes always falling upon the little killer’s broad chest. Oh how he’d like to sink his fangs into it. How he would give anything to place his hands all over him. Ah, but he wouldn’t dare. “Min...” His voice is muffled when he tries to speak, “Min... Min-Jun...” Whether or not he’s actively trying to speak to the other or not is unknown, but it’s quite clear he had taken the taller’s bait. Perhaps deep down... he secretly enjoyed not knowing what would come next in the mind of Envy?

[yuichiroswife]

✠ — PEOPLE ALWAYS SAID THAT CURIOUSITY KILLED THE CAT. And that satisfaction always happened to bring it back. It was safe to say that those supposed saying were completely wrong, because while curiosity maybe have killed the cat, satisfaction surely did not bring it back — just as the satisfaction of knowing what was within this dreadful house's basement wouldn't bring all of those who have died back, no matter how much one wanted. Nothing could bring back the dead. Nothing at all. It didn't matter how much one cried or screamed. The dead were dead and there was no changing that evident fact. A fact that poor Mikaela had learned all too well at such a tender age, but that fact was what kept him alive this long, what made him keep his guard up in any situation he was thrown into — now if only he had actually remembered that lesson long before he had wandered into the decrepit structure.

✠ — White gloved hand move slowly against old floorboards, GRABBING DESPERATELY FOR SOME KIND OF SUPPORT. It wouldn't do any good, especially when his head was still spinning, vision still hopelessly blurred — all thanks to the way he was forcibly shoved against the large table, knocking all oxygen from his lungs previously. Yet that didn't stop him from trying to stand back up. After all, he needed to gather his bearing in order to be able to properly escape this hell. He had to think about his options though, or at least... think as best as he could with his oncoming headache. Though he's unable to do such a thing, not when he feels the other sudden crawl on top of him. Just the sheer amount of added weight onto the blonde's body makes him wheeze harshly against the floor. No, he was beginning to panic, beads of sweat continue to form against the shorter's forehead as he most pathetically lifts his gaze, sharp butterfly knife pressed oh so snugly against his lips — only allowing him to usher just a shill yet breathy whine.

✠ — "W... Wait, you don't have to—" He tries his best to plead with him despite the knife's placement.

✠ — THAT ONE WORD IS OH SO LOUD IN HIS MIND, even if only a simple hush, it's more than enough to render him helpless. It reminded him all too much of his own father's gentle hushing before a beating — the calm before the storm. Breath hitches within his throat when he feels the knife shift, causing a surging wave of emotions to rush over him like a tidal wave, especially after catching the other's gaze, filled with nothing but an endless sea of darkness that held an everlasting grip around his throat. He listens silently to the raven's words, wondering if he should try and grab hold of the knife... use it against the other somehow, but the sudden heavy tone of a single word ceases that thought process all together — instead it leaves him on the brink of tears, threatening to spill down his cheeks. Feeling both uncomfortable and desperate, all he can do is simply nod as the other wants, sealing his own fate much like an animal in a cage.

yuichiroswife​:

✠ || Sometimes feigning ignorance was safer than acknowledgement, and in the situation of stumbling into a basement filled with death, he figured this to be the best option for the time being, at least until he could escape — carefully, quietly — that way he wouldn’t draw unneeded attention. That’s right, he couldn’t draw attention. He had to be oh so careful with the things he said, otherwise the putrid smell of death and blood would be the least of his worries. Mikaela simply had to play his cards correctly. That is, if he even had any cards to actually play. Ah, how very frustrating. If only he hadn’t come to this place, if only he hadn’t walked inside, if only he hadn’t gone into the basement.

✠ || Oh, how very careless of him.

✠ || The light shove causes him to glance back, watching as the taller man closes the door with a slam before locking the door, most likely to prevent him from heading back down. Looking ahead, he sees something — though he can’t make out what — and he’s almost compelled to try and follow it, but he does no such thing. He didn’t need to get lost. No, he didn’t need to dig a deeper hole. Yet it doesn’t matter what he does in the end, because it doesn’t take long before he’s grabbed oh so suddenly, and pretty much slammed into a rather large table, unable to even make a single sound before falling onto the floor.

✠ || Dizziness, it begins to take over his body once he lands on the floor’s cold surface, vision spinning as he tries his best to steady himself. Hands looking for something to grab. But alas, all he can manage to do is grasp at the floor and try to push himself up, only to feel the sudden pain of a boot colliding with his ribcage, ripping a loud cry from his lips. Oh how he felt as if he couldn’t breathe, gasping desperately for any oxygen he could get, a thin trail of saliva trickling down the corner of his mouth, “G… Get away… fr… from me…”

𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄.  it’s  just  so  interesting  how  quickly  people  change  their  minds.  one  second  they  are  all  about  ‘  respectful  ‘  cooperation,  &  another,  by  pushing  a  knife  deep  into  your  back   ────  you  simply  can’t  trust  any  of  them,  you  see?  this  entire  world  is  that  wretched.  rotten.  dirty.   &  this  is  perhaps  also  why  the   ‘  red  butterfly-room  ‘    even  exists.   envy  can’t  begin  to  count  the  amount  of  people  that  tried  to  get  beneath  his  skin….

❝   you  are  disgusting!!!!  rot  in  hell!!!  ❞    some  would  scream,  ❝   i-i’m  so  sorry,  i  won’t  do  it  again…  please…  p-please ──   ❞   while  the  others  begged  &  cried,  only  to  reach  for  the  first  available  weapon.  it  all  amounted  to  the  same  old  thing.  after  all,  none  of  them  ever  cared  as  to  why  he’s  like  this  or  why  he  choses  to  do  the  things  he  does.  it’s  always  about  ‘  them, ‘   you  know?  he’d  sincerely  be  disgusted  or  even  annoyed  if  he  had  a  heart  but,  he  doesn’t.  mika’s  series  of  never-ending  contradictions  are  just  like  any  other  to  him.  so,  leaning  over,  the  young  serial  killer  crawls  right  on  top  &  most  gently  brushes  the  tip  of  his  knife  against  his  quivering  lips,  silencing  their  flesh.

         ❝   shhhhh…..   ❞

those  commanding  words  are  simply…  much  too  loud.     ❝   shhhhh…..  ❞    he’d  sincerely  hate  to  slit  his  throat.   ❝   that’s  quite  enough  of  that….  ❞   smiling  a  little  wider  now,  the  young  serial  killer  watches  him  with  a  mixture  of  intrigue  &  madness,  all  the  while  repositioning  the  knife  just  so  it’s  located  between  the  lips  rather  than  ‘pon  them.  ❝   i  shall  ask  you….   again….   ❞    he  whispers,  the  tone  heavily  implementing  the  ‘  again  ‘  part;   ❝   are  you  going  to  join  us…  for  dinner?  ❞   sliding  the  side  of  the  knife  even  deeper,  mika’s  fangs  are  forced  to  hook  over  the  serrated  steel.   ❝   nod…..  if  yes…   ❞

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𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Name: Mikaela Shindō

Eye Color: Bright sapphire, usually possesses a beautiful luminescent glow.

Hair Style / Color: Sunshine blonde, sometimes appears as pale blonde, or almost platinum blonde.

Height: 5′ 8″ ( 173cm )

Clothing Style: Often consists of various shades of white, gold, and hints of black. Always wears something fancy or appealing to the eyes. Usually has small trinkets or pieces of jewelry (such as a brooch or light chains/cufflinks) decorating his clothes or his person. Sometimes wears a decorative hair piece given to him by his mother when he wishes to put his hair up.

Best Physical Feature: His legs. He was often praised for how slim yet toned his legs were either by friends or complete strangers, sometimes having people ask if he was interested in being a leg model.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Your Fears: “Being forced to watch those that I love and care about be taken away from me, either through death or other means.”

Your Guilty Pleasure: “For my loved one to want me and no one else, to see me as the only person that matters.”

Your Ambitions For The Future: “To no longer have to fight for the things that I want or deserve.”

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.  

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: “How am I going to achieve my goal today? What sort of things will I have to do? How long will it take me to achieve said goal? Is the goal worth it?”

What You Think About Most: “My loved ones and how best to protect them.”

What You Think About Before Bed: “Have I done enough? Do my actions have meaning? Do they appreciate the things that I do for them?”

What You Think Your Best Quality Is: “My loyalty.”

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?  

Single or Group Dates: "Single, of course. You never know when someone within your group date may try and take what's yours..."

To Be Loved or Respected: "You cannot have one without the other. To be loved is to be respected as is to be respected is to be loved."

Beauty or Brains: "I prefer brains over beauty, though I will not complain if it comes as a packaged deal."

Dogs or Cats: "Cats, though I don't mind dogs either."

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…  

Lie: "Who doesn't?"

Believe in Yourself: "Only when it comes to preforming things meant for those I cherish."

Believe in Love: "Of course, but perhaps it's foolish of me?"

Want Someone: "Doesn't everyone?"

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…  

Been On Stage: “I’d rather stay out of the spotlight.”

Done Drugs: “What could drugs do to me that others already haven’t?”

Changed Who You Were To Fit In: “Don’t we all at some point?”

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.  

Favorite Color: “Green. ...A bright iridescent green that often reminds me of emeralds.”

Favorite Animal: “I can’t say that I really have one, thought I suppose the closest would be a snake?”

Favorite Movie: “I don’t watch movies or television. I prefer to read.”

Favorite Book: “I would have to offer up a book called The Giver.”

Favorite Game: “I often don’t have time to play games.”

𝑨𝑮𝑬.  

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: “May 1st.”

How Old Will You Be: “I don’t know anymore... I’ve lost track.”

Age You Lost Your Virginity: “I don’t see how that’s relevant?”

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.  

Best Personality: “Kind-hearted and out-going. To feel as if they can do anything, even if the task at hand seems impossible. Cheerful, playful, and maybe even a little childish.”

Best Eye Color: “Green.”

Best Hair Color: “Black.”

Best Thing To Do With a Partner: “It doesn’t matter what we do, so long as I get to stay by their side forever.”

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.  

I love: “You.”

I feel: “Empty.”

I hide: “My true feelings.”

I miss: “The memories we shared.”

I wish: “To meet you again in another life.”

Tagged by: @s-talking​

Tagging: @crxstallium​, @rengelyer​, and anyone else who wants to do this. Just steal it and tag me.

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@inseparableduo​​ asked: Mika barely has any time to prepare himself before the twins tackle him in a hug. "You're alive!" Darla says a bit too loud considering she was near his ear right now. "We missed you." Andrew says quietly, off setting his twin.

✠ — A DEEP SIGH ESCAPED THE OLDER MALE’S LIPS AS HE SHIFTED HIS BAG ON HIS SHOULDER, fingers running through strands of gold that dangled within his field of view, despite the fact that his eyes had been closed. Life had been growing increasingly difficult for him, especially given the fact he was in the middle of exams, not to mention his adoptive mother had begun tp pester him repeatedly about when he would find a partner to share his life with. Everything had just been a little bit too much for him at the moment... and due to that, he hadn’t even been able to realize he was about to be collided with by two very familiar children until they were pretty much on top of him.

✠ — There’s a loud gasp that escapes his lips, STUMBLING BACKWARDS INTO THE CLOSEST WALL AS SMALL ARMS WRAP AROUND HIM. It takes a moment for him to gather his bearings, especially since he had somewhat hit his head against said wall and the sound of a female’s voice had resounded quite loudly in his ear, but he manages to pull his thoughts together as a smile begins to slowly form on his face. Arms instinctively wrap around the two, left hand resting against the small of the female’s back while his right hand rest against the back of the male’s head.

✠ — “Of course I’m alive,” his voice is as soft as always when he speaks to the twins, “you didn’t think that I’d just up and die did you?” There’s another sigh that escapes his lips, except this time... it sounded much more content. “There’s no way that I would just up and vanish without letting the two of you know somehow. I know for a fact that would make the two of you very upset and I can’t have you being upset.” He nestles his head between the two, gently taking the time to nuzzle up against both of their heads with his cheeks. “I’ve missed you both as well, very much so.”

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@amberenigma / @predannost​

✠ — Bet. He will certainly accept food from the other him and very likely give him something in return. They can feast together.

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✠ — PERHAPS HE WAS BEING TOO AGGRESSIVE, using force to get answers instead of his usual gentle demeanor towards the other? But in that moment... it didn't seem to matter all that much. Even after hearing Min-Jun's sudden cries of pain from the nails he was digging into his flesh, Mikaela didn't think to lessen his grip even once. Why should he? Doing so could give the larger man a possible opening for attack, or even grant him with a means of escaping his punishment — and that wasn't something the blonde was willing to let happen. At least not until he heard the other's reasoning for his actions. "Dead?" That's right. That makes sense, so much more sense, more sense than what Mikaela had originally thought, because there was no way Min-Jun — or rather Envy — would ever abandon him; not of his own free will and certainly not because someone had told him to do so. "You thought I was dead." Words come forth as a statement rather than a question, allowing for his mind to dwell upon all of the years he spent — all of the years he wasted — on being angry with the other when his reasoning, his logic, was as sound as ever.

✠ — Oh how humiliating, HE COULD FEEL THE DISGUSTING SENSATION OF EMBARRASSMENT WELLING UP DEEP WITHIN THE VERY PITS OF HIS STOMACH, threating to spill from every inch of his being. It was more than enough to to make him cast his gaze elsewhere, anywhere, all so he wouldn't have to look at the other a feel like and even bigger fool than he already was. Anger had never been something that he was fond of holding onto, especially not during his younger years, but jealousy? Jealousy had always been something that existed within the blonde, even if no one actually knew or ever really noticed — after all, he'd learned how to hide such a thing pretty well — at least... when it didn't involve Envy. Part of said anger stemmed from the fact he conjured up all manner of scenarios involving Envy and other people he could have possibly been attracted to.

✠ — THE GRIP UPON ENVY'S SHOULDERS LOOSENS SIGNIFICANTLY, fingernails retracted from now bloodied flesh, hands simply resting upon in place just as his body remained perfectly perched atop the other's lap — seeming as if all the previously pent up anger had almost completely dissipated from within his being. All that remained was the sour look found upon his face and the faint shade of color 'pon the tips of his ears, just barely managing to peek out from underneath golden strands. Yes, for once in his life, Mikaela had allowed his clouded judgement to get the better of him... and in the end, it was entirely wrong. Envy hadn't abandoned them. Envy hadn't abandoned him. He simply thought that he had perished much like the other various children. But that alone raise another question: just what had he been doing all this time?

✠ — It was a question that he wasn't certain he wanted the answer to, ESPECIALLY IF THE OTHER'S ANSWER WAS EVEN REMOTELY ANYWHERE CLOSE TO WHAT HE HAD BEEN THINKING ABOUT. So instead of asking, he simply lets out a rather loud sounding sigh, right hand coming up to run fingers through own strands of hair, gently tousling them before dropping his hand down into his lap. In this moment, he really did feel like an overly jealous accusing housewife, and the worst part about it was the fact he wasn't even sure if the other felt the same way as he did. After all, it wasn't like he really received an answer for his previous confession. At this point, he was just being downright unfair and perhaps even a little childish.

✠ — Perhaps now was the time to answer a question himself in truth? Envy had muttered about what he had said previously, about him loving him, and he was certain that the raven probably wanted some kind of explanation for it. Lord knows that he deserved it after what just transpired between the two of them. Though Mikaela wasn't exactly certain if he even wanted to elaborate on the whole thing. He didn't need to have his heart broken a third time. Yet despite how he felt, he still did his best to muster up some kind of response, no matter how difficult it was.

✠ — "Yes, that's right. I loved you," his words come forth rather slowly when he finally speaks, "or rather love you." THERE'S A THICK SWALLOW THAT FOLLOWS, sapphire irises finally coming back to rest upon the other's disheveled features, the faint color from his ears seemingly spreading to the apples of his cheeks, "Maybe I've loved you for a good few years now? It's somewhat hard for me to determine." It wasn't, he just didn't want to be honest and admit he'd loved him since their time in Sanguinem.

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✠ — PERHAPS ONE COULD SAY THAT LOVE OFTEN DROVE PEOPLE MAD, and whether or not such a thing was true Mikaela didn’t know, but one thing was for certain… he wouldn’t even be standing here right now if it hadn’t been for that very same burning blaze of love he felt for the other. Even if he believed that the other no longer deserved such a thing, he couldn’t help the way his heart tightened at the sight of him, nor could he help the way his heart raced any time he thought about the man of raven locks. In truth, it made him absolutely sick to his stomach. The way he loved someone that abandoned him and the other children they cared for. The way he loved someone that didn’t even think to get help for the rest of them. The way he loved someone that just vanished without a single trace. He was certain that it wasn’t something that any sane man would do, but then again… he hadn’t been sane for a long time — perhaps he had never been sane to begin with?

✠ — Though, MAYBE THAT WASN’T SUCH A BAD THING? A sane person wouldn’t be able to survive in these conditions after all, especially when no one else seemed to have any sanity left to spare. So perhaps the Mad Hatter from the stories of Alice really was right when he spoke the famous words ‘we’re all mad here’.

✠ — AND DESPITE THE ANGER THAT HE FELT, it began to falter the very moment he felt fingers all too familiar to him begin caressing his features, mindlessly allowing the other to pull him closer and closer until he was flush against his body. Oh, how much he had missed this sensation. How much he longed to see the other again. How he longed to have him at his side once more, as if nothing had happened between them. Honeyed words seemingly falling endlessly from off the larger man’s tongue, only serving to draw the blonde in closer, almost as if he knew all the right things to say — much like a predator would when stalking it’s prey, allowing itself to be lulled into a false sense of security before striking at it’s vital points.

✠ — Though that submission is broke the moment he hears the words vengeance and suffering, CAUSING HIM TO HARSHLY ATTEMPT TO BREAK FREE FROM THE OTHER’S GRASP ONLY TO FEEL THE TIP OF A BLADE AGAINST HIS BACK. So he truly wished to stab him in the back once more? So be it then, but he wouldn’t allow such a thing without first giving him a piece of his mind. “You disappeared from me.” You disappeared from us. “You abandoned me.” You abandoned us. “You left me.” You left us. Voice beginning to sound more and more erratic as he spoke, shaking with every single word that left his mouth, fingers releasing the fabric of Envy’s shirt and instead latching onto his shoulder. “You left me, you left me, you left me, you left me, you left me, you left me, YOU LEFT ME, YOU LEFT ME, YOU LEFT ME, YOU LEFT ME!” You left me. Fingers soon begin to press harshly into the other, nails hidden by white gloves piercing into skin hard enough to cause droplets of blood to surface through Envy’s turtleneck, staining white fabriced fingertips with crimson — smaller body trembling with a mixture of sorrow and what he believed to be hatred.

✠ — Perhaps he truly did want vengeance for the betrayal he suffered at the hand of the one he loved, perhaps he wanted to kill him, perhaps he wanted to break every bone in his body so that he would forever be dependent on the blonde, just as he had been before? None of that really mattered in that moment though, no, what he really wanted was the truth. He wanted answers, he wanted to know everything he could. “What I want?” His voice remains shaky as he speaks, “what I want is to know why? I want to know why you suddenly left everyone behind. I want to know what was so much more important than us… Than me.” The sound of a sword clatters on the ground beside them as Mikaela places his other hand upon Envy’s other shoulder, gripping almost just as tightly as his other hand, “What did we do so wrong that you choose to leave us?! Did you grow to hate us?! Did you hate me?! Answer me!”

✠ — “…I loved you more than anyone else. So… why?” Why did you choose to forsake me when I thought that you felt the same way?

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄  &  𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘,  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍.     his  shoulders  are  burning.  they  feel  like  they’ve  been  plunged  deep  into  scorching  water   &   he  can’t  pull  them  out.  not  even  budge.  the  pain  is  just  too  overbearing,  forcing  the  once  raised  knife  to  slip   &   fall  from  between  his  fingers,  most  harshly  reeling  the  young  serial  killer  out  of  his  dream.   ❝     ──hn..   a-ah…  !     ❞   it  hurts.  it  hurts  so  damn  badly,  but  now  at  least  he  knows  the  truth,  no  longer  a  prisoner  of  own  madness  or  its  disillusioned  constructs;     this  mika  is  definitely  real.  as  real  as  the  electric  tides  currently  coursing  through  his  veins,  gaining  a  soft,  alleviating  sigh.  oh,  mercy…

although  envy  had  experienced  it  on  countless  occasions,  the  crushing  act  of  flesh   &   bone   ──   like  slowly  squeezing  on  a  pomegranate   ──   it’s  still  nothing  that  he  can  possibly  comprehend  regarding  mika,  the  angelic  boy  who  could  very  well  be  mistaken  for  a   living  doll.   it  makes  absolutely  no  sense  to  him   &   the  further  mika  presses  down,  screaming,  claiming,   &   demanding,  the  further  own  sense  of  the  control  shatters.  envy  can’t  decide  whether  to  hold  on  fast  or  simply  give  into  the  impulse  which  continues  to  boil  with  each  passing  second,  just  telling  him  to  fight  back,   to  overpower,   to  kill,   much  like  he  had  done  for  lord  knows  how  many  years.  after  all,  does  he  really  want  to  do  so  again… ?

with  choices  always  come  consequences,  &  the  grave  ‘pon  which  they  rest  is  but  proof  of  such  regret   ──   he  knows  better  than  to  do  it  twice.  still,  it’s  easier  said  than  done  when  your  shoulders  are  being  slowly  crushed  so  gritting  his  teeth,  envy  leers  at  mika  with  intent,  only  to  ease  as  soon  as  that  very  last  word  is  captured,  slowing  down  all  of  the  reality.   ❝     … . . ?     ❞    love… ?   the  colourless  lips  part  slightly  in  follow,  revealing  the  sharp  edges  of  his  fangs.   love…   love…

         since…   when?

the  scorching  feeling  suddenly  gets  lost  in  a  wave  of  processing  thoughts,  stealing  his  caution,  his  breath;       the  little  killer  is  completely   entranced   by  that  singular  term.  ❝     you…   loved….  ?     ❞   does  mika  even  know  the  full  meaning  of  it…?  the  very  curse  that  it  brings…?   giving  a  long,  lasting  blink,  envy  not  once  attempts  to  reach  for  the  butterfly-knife  which  rests  within  the  grass,  so  terribly  close  to  his  now  relaxing  fingers,  or  perhaps,  he  just  can’t,  seeing  how  numbness  of  arms  could  mean  so  many  different  things.  regardless,  the  young  vampire  has  his  full  attention  now   &   despite  not  answering  almost  any  inquiries,  envy’s  own  words  sound  as  sincere  as  his  expression;     ❝    mika…    i…   thought  you  were   dead….     ❞