#VINCENZO. ╱ » late night 3am discussions over chamomile tea.

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❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜ //Vin @ Sano

susano'o was very particular about tea, and deftly avoided coffee. so he's more than a little pleased when he's greeted with a cup of coffee as he walks into vincenzo's home, folding his wings and canting his head. a smile teases the corners of his mouth, briefly embracing his friend before taking the cup and coaster from him, peering down at the slightly milky substance, skeptically. bringing the cup to his mouth, he takes a leisurely sip, letting the flavors marry on his tongue before dark brows rise in surprise. it was obviously an herbal tea, but it reminded him of pie, with the hints of apple and cinnamon and vanilla. ah, there went his sweet tooth. ❝ ━ it's delicious. did you decide to experiment today ? if you need a tester, i'd be more than happy to try them out. ❞

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"I'd never leave you, dearest." To reach for his harmed love and sigh out the aggression in his blood, Vincenzo felt his heart ache. Cradling their muzzle into his lap and stroking over their nose to between the eyes. To glance over their bloody wounds and click his tongue before his own wings expand from his back and beckon their blood to his void membrane. To clean their harm, to replace their blood with the flow of two hearts and a manipulation long mastered in his youth.

"What terrible bastards." A mutter, as his fingers caress and smooth over the ache his love was suffering. The poison was a fine mix, not enough to kill his lover but he could tell it was a potent liquid… Watching it drip onto the floor, burning in a blackened flame was a sight he preferred to see.

Gentle, as he worked through his lovers blood, Vincenzo leaned over them to keep himself calm, kissing upon scaled flesh and reaching to touch under eye. "Love, you are going to okay, yes?" It was a feeling he hasn't felt in years, worry and fear of his love harmed without his ability to protect them. "Your first born must be rewarded, even if he rejects it. He will know my gratitude in aiding your return to me… "

  He hasn’t been poisoned in over two centuries and ugh, Susano’o does not enjoy poison, anything else ? Absolutely, he can weather through anything else. Regardless, he is thankful for Vincenzo’s care, heavy lids low over his gaze before shifting to his love. The concern is palpable and it’s something that the deity knows they both feel. Attuned to each other, they will worry, there will be concern but there’s genuine care, love and admiration and it is something that sustains the deity when his thoughts tend to stray. 

He feels a bit lethargic, even as the poison leaves him. Maybe it’s because it’s already wreaked it’s havoc and now he has to deal with the minute weakness that weighs him down.

There’s no day that he goes out that he fears for himself. For his progeny ? Always. For Vincenzo ? Absolutely. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for Vincenzo and thankfully, he’d yet to let his rage out to show someone that Vincenzo was so ingrained in his soul that the world would burn before he allowed his love to come to harm. But that’s for a future him to sink it’s claws into.

❝ ━ I’ll be fine, nothing a little nap won’t fix. Probably will be lethargic for awhile, but no lasting harm. Anything that doesn’t kill me will just make me cranky, ❞ he rumbles out, nuzzling into the other and allowing his eyes to close, curling his body around Vincenzo. ❝ ━ He won’t hear of it. My firstborn is a prideful creature, he will take your thanks and nothing else. And he’s far more obstinate than I. I’ll make sure he receives it, even if he’ll grumble about it later. ❞ / @nvrcmplt

[intcritus]

Gaze a glow in the dark, attention to a small space on the floor where the crimson droplets lay. Vincenzo narrowed his gaze before looking elsewhere with a deep inhale. "Darling, are you bleeding?" Turning with ease, throat parched but no thirst to drive him insane. Concern instead replaced the need to venture for his beloved deity. "Susanoo?" Hand cradles doorframe to pry it apart, tatami mats welcome to his feet as he steps inside with a rush of his frame. "My love, where are you? Who dares harm you?" Oh, how he hissed so deep it rattled the very room.

Susano'o will never shy away from battle, but even his siblings don't provoke his ire. And they normally are just teasing so it means little, especially as someone with siblings. But there's a difference between the teasing of siblings and the threat of someone attempting to hurt his progeny. Which is exactly what provoked his rage in the first place.

One could call today normal, him roaming the Uchiha lands, aware of Madara's presence lingering near the border. Is anyone surprised by his return ? No. The man wouldn't stay dead and even if he did, there would always been a reason for his return. The poison tipped arrow grazes off his wing and nearly startles the deity but not the ones that follow. Perhaps they thought he was an easy target, that he was just a wandering deity with no power. What he knew was that they did not belong here and they weren't of his clan and that arrow could have hit a child.

His rage was palpable, dark scales rippling over his skin as he surged forward, ripping limbs, grasping jaws to tear open as his maw opens to release a ear-shattering raw. It disrupts the peace along these lands, the air growing thick with blood, and gurgled screams. If their swords pierce through scales, then he does not feel it. They are dispatched of, not quickly because they need to suffer for their audacity. In the end, with their limbs strewn over bushes and pools of blood soaking into the earth, eyes shift toward a moving figure, Madara's messy, dark hair as the man dips into his line of sight, then the other shoos him away. He'll handle it.

With a hefty snort, Susano'o took the sky, letting the adrenaline lead him rather than his own senses. He ends up at Vincenzo's, his bulk disappearing into the hall, just a shadowed mass, blood dripping sluggishly in his wake.

Vincenzo's voice causes the deity's gaze to shift to him, lid low over his gaze, a pained huff leaving him. Fucking poison. It would burn itself from his blood, but until it left, he would be stuck like this. The deity wanted to kill them all over again. ❝ ━ Some foolish beings. They no longer breathe this air. My first progeny took care of their remains. ❞ His voice rumbles in the darkness, a long inhale before steam leaves his mouth. Maybe its a good thing instinct lead him here, where he knows he will be okay while he recovers. He's a deity, yes, but even he can get hurt by the simplest things. What doesn't kill him will make him infinitely stronger. ❝ ━ Will you stay with me, my dear ? I'm afraid I'm not of the right mind where poison is concerned...❞ \ @nvrcmplt

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susano'o & vincenzo

susano'o's love for vincenzo is deep. he doesn't really classify the love he has for him, but he knows that they are close and that he wouldn't want anyone with their bond. he finds himself smiling, gravitating toward vincenzo whenever clouds are gray, or if he wants to tell him about something. sure, he has his siblings but vincenzo always sees the softer sides of him, the 'sano who needs to be close to someone outside his obligation, who just needs a friend, a companion, someone who knows him.

[intcritus]

[ 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞] : sender removes an article of receiver's clothing. //Vincenzo @ Susano'o

Susano’o would admit, he’s more accustomed to yukatas or kimonos, equipped with formal haori or hakama pants. Not a suit and tie. They were rather restrictive and he absolutely just hated the fabric. That’s not to say that he does not indulge when going out to events with Vincenzo.

It was no surprise when all eyes turned to them, especially Vincenzo, he was a true beauty while the deity was simply arm candy. Which was fine honestly, he’s not really the most talkative, he liked to observe and only engage in talks when he had to. 

Halfway through, sipping from a cold glass of water, he startles when his companion tugs him into a room, deft fingers quickly loosening his tie and tugging at it because discarded it with a throw over his shoulder.

One dark brow winged up, watching pale fingers move for the button of his vest next but the deity didn’t stop him, navy eyes humored, ❝ ━ Not that I’d ever turn away your touch, but must you accost me when there are still guests just outside, Vincenzo ? They’ll think we’re consummating our wedding, or that I might be taking advantage of the host, no ? ❞ Pointer and thumb tip Vincenzo’s face up by his chin, a smirk on Susano’o’s features, ❝ ━ Were you rescuing me because you noticed I was flagging ? Or were you in a rush to get me naked ? ❞

[intcritus]

1) sender kisses the corner of receiver’s eye where their skin is crinkling from a smile. // Vincenzo @ Susano'o

sometimes susano'o has to remind himself that there is nothing greater in life than having someone like vincenzo in his corner. it may seem silly to most immortals but the storm deity liked the calm and playful air that surrounded him when he was with his friend. how easily he was able to smile, to partake in goblets of wine and enjoy the evening.

there was a smile on his features now, as he sticks by vincenzo's side, ambling along as he's introduced to many people. humming along to the melody filling the hall, a warm smile curls his lips, quietly appreciating the crimson tie he'd gifted him a week prior. it made him look rather dapper ( if he was using that human word correctly, anyhow ).

cool hands on his face make the deity blink before leaning into the touch, letting his lashes flutter shut as lips press to the corners of his eyes. affection was hardly in short supply between them but there was something special when he was unprepared for it. regardless, it made his smile all the wider and he slips his arms around the vampire, embracing his tightly around the waist. there are no words to be said, their silence and comfortability with one another is enough.

[intcritus]

[ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck //Vincenzo

he's feeling a bit restless, knitting project abandoned momentarily as he stares near the window, wings flexing and fingers drumming against his biceps. it doesn't take long til he ends up pacing, unsure where this energy had come from. maybe it's time for a nap. maybe he needs to eat ? to fight ? to check on his descendants ? he knew not what plagued him. eventually he ends up seated on the couch once more, knitting needle picked up as he continues to work on the hat he'd started. it was coming along nicely.

what he's feeling is agitation -- a minute form of it and though it's easily explainable, the why of it still eludes the deity. huffing to himself, eyes peer back down at his work, thumb running over the soft fabric. long hair shifts off his neck, and he chalks it up to him shifting in place but that doesn't explain the cool lips that press against his pulse. it makes his heart stutter, and yet his agitation fades into obscurity. ah, had he been missing the other ? had it been anyone else, susano'o would've struck but there's only ever one person who could get beneath his guard -- ❝ ━ vincenzo-san. ❞ his name is breathed out on a smile, tilting his head as he slants a look at the other. ❝ ━ and to think you'd forgotten about me. i was getting sad thinking you'd left me to my own devices without a morning greeting. ❞

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