#kaname ;; visage

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places a tag dump here because i have no followers rn.

[pleasantpirateturtle]

Blood Lust of Beasts Chapter 1

Fandom: Vampire Knight

Pairings: Kuran Kaname/Kiryu Zero

Characters: Kiryu Zero, Kuran Kaname

Status: Ongoing

Chapter 2

It all came down to this moment, this moment in time where they were suspended in a vortex, isolated, and lost.

He never expected this, never expected things to spiral so strangely.

But here they were.

The damp chill drifting from the bricks seeped through his limbs, humidity clung in the air, uncomfortably spreading across the length of his trousers. Zero ripped his shirt when the first urge appeared, in a vain attempt to claw at his chest – long gashes adorned pale skin – not healing, no. There was no blood. He was starving.

The cell was well hidden in the depths of the academy, and they aired it as much as possible (Cross had explained morosely), yet a mouldy, stale smell of something that he knew died in this very cell hung thickly.

Zero loathed it.

His vision was fuzzy at best, atrocious at worst, at some point he thought the shadows came to life. The mad frenzy within flared again.

His heart stuttered. There was a scent in the air, sandalwood and pine and chocolate; dark, inviting and terribly tempting. His insides squeezed around nothing. Zero screamed in hopes of relieving the worst of it, for if he could not do it through the tangible, the intangible would do. For a second, he thought of Yuki, but she would have no business here or access, her scent was syrupy, cloying on the tip of the tongue, so unlike this dark mixture.

The footsteps, light and calculated, drifted in the near periphery, close but distant. Zero’s inner voice screamed and ravaged, a hunger and anger so deep it threatened to drown him until he was only a creature chained in the basement, nothing human left of him anymore.

That man, he could recognize him. Always.

Kuran Kaname.

The second bane of his existence. The man he hates most, more than cruel, cold, terrible Shizuka, the woman who stole away his life and family.

Zero stared at the wall blankly, rather that than the pureblood’s cold visage, he thought. Kuran stepped closer, his voice muffled, only distorted consonants reaching Zero; he was too far under the thrall of insanity. A word made it through…Yuki. Ah, that name. Why was it Yuki repeatedly? What could be so special about that clumsy airheaded girl? Even now, on death’s doorstep the world still revolved around that dammed name. Zero gritted his teeth, biting the inside of his mouth. The pureblood would tire and Zero could go back to his misery, alone, and all would be well with the world again.

“Your consciousness is still intact, how strange.”

Kuran loomed over him, apathetic voice clearer, wavy hair a curtain hiding the twist in the corner of his mouth he no doubt had in place.

Zero had no choice. He acknowledged the vampire, who crouched down on one knee, intruding past personal boundaries even a highly sociable person would cringe from. Suddenly, a scent so sweet and tantalizing shrouded the fuzziness in his eyes entirely to pitch darkness. Zero never felt subject to anything so enthralling, richly deep but flowery light. Saliva filled his mouth. He leaned in. His fingers touched cold skin and Zero snapped back, slapping the bleeding hand with the shredded remains of his power.

“Interesting, to refuse the very thing you crave.”

Zero bit his lip raw, the pain like a splash of water clearing his mind. He pushed back, for once not resenting the chilliness. That detestable voice! Had he died and faced his eternal punishment in the terrible form of Kuran Kaname? Damn him and his kind.

Kuran snatched the edge of his open shirt pulling Zero up until the back of his head hit the wall none too gently. He winced, scowling at that stupidly impassive face.

“My blood will save you,” Kuran hissed.

A wheezy pathetic gasp bounced off the walls, his to own. Zero bit his lip. He twisted his head to the side refusing to meet the pureblood’s eyes. It was in vain, a large hand clasped over his chin turning his face back. Zero glared. Kuran crowded his space, cold air brushed Zero’s lips.

“I’m not doing this for you,” he said softly.

Of course, Zero couldn’t not have known he would only offer his precious blood for the sake of his precious Yuki. God-forbid she missed her favourite pet, he thought bitterly.

Kuran took the opportunity Zero’s distraction offered, his hand curled around Zero’s nape pulling his limp body to a cold, heartless chest and pressing his head into the hallow of Koran’s own throat. Zero stared blankly at the expanse of pale skin. Was it marble hard or as inviting as it looked?

“Do it.” Kuran mercilessly commanded.

Zero flinched. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t dream of breaking that line – Zero only ever thought of that kind of intimacy in the dark recess of his mind, the depths not privy to another soul. To do…to bite Kuran and take his blood would be insane because then Zero’s defence, his only defence, would be obliterated. He couldn’t possibly look at the vampire and spin the same story knowing….

But it called to him. The blood called to him. For a second, Zero forgot the cruel words and the chill that clung to his clothes, he forgot the terrible ache in his body, solely tempted by that beautiful concoction.

A taste. He would only have a taste.

Zero squeezed his eyes, dived down and sunk his fangs into smooth skin. The first sip sent tingling webs down his spine, the taste a heady, sweet, tangy something that made his toes curl and his back arch, obscene moans echoed, Zero scrambled to find a good hold on too broad shoulders, hands tightening in Kuran’s shirt, his legs trembling. His body slackened, Kaname wrapped an arm around his waist, the only anchor keeping him afloat. Heat nestled in his bones, creeping low in his gut.

Zero lost his grip, flopping against the stone wall with as much grace as a twittering bird twirled in dizzying circles. Kuran hissed, rubbed the bridge of his nose and muttered under his breath. He stood, offering Zero his hand.

Zero snorted.

If he could barely stand upright while kneeling, did the stuck-up vampire think Zero would do much better on his feet?

Kuran Kaname defied the natural order of all sorts of things, as expected.

He gripped Zero’s arm hauling his weak body up. Promptly, his knees gave in, his body lurched forward, Kuran caught him around the waist pushing him back until he hit the wall, he pressed their bodies intimately close, to keep Zero in place.

Of course, Zero scoffed, weakly batting at the vampire’s chest to get him away but Kuran easily took hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head. A sudden jolt of electricity passed over his back – if he had been human, Zero was sure to have broken into a cold sweat by now. He turned his head to the side. Kuran leaned in, speaking directly in his ear, with a low voice that felt strangely inappropriate considering their positions. Zero wandered what lovely Yuki would think of this if she were to walk in? How ghastly shocked she would be?

“We are not done.”

One of those little sounds left him again - he was out of breath, there was no other reason. Zero was hesitant to dive back into the hazy pleasure that was brought by the pureblood’s blood…a sip should have been enough to abate his descent, for now. Should he really risk…

But Kuran was so close and lovely scarlet droplets trailed down, the punctures healed – he could not resist it. Zero licked tentatively, following their path until the collar of Kuran’s well pressed dress shirt became an obstacle. He hissed, struggled to free an arm to tug the material aside. Kuran tensed. Zero could feel it. He hummed resting his lips there contemplating whether it was worth listening to the protesting inner voice of his that sounded a terribly lot like Cross having a one-sided screaming match with an imaginary slouching Zero happily napping.

“Remember, this is for Yuki.”

Zero might have bitten into him a little more aggressively than intended then, warm chocolate filled his mouth, filled his being, blood trailed down his chin and throat. Zero lost sight of all things except the fullness in his belly and the fire that surged deeply within, licking upwards from his toes to his legs to his gut. Zero pressed closer to the vampire, a broken gasp escaped his lips as he released his fangs instantly. However, the fire had been started and nothing could douse it. Zero sought the comfort of the wall again. He had expected the vampire to be cold as all others were; Kuran Kaname defied that too. His skin was blisteringly hot and where his hands cupped Zero’s chin imprints were left.

Something was very wrong.

Zero’s breath came in short bursts – he could barely take in air. He was choking. He shouldn’t. He was a vampire.

Kuran murmured something into his hair, somehow, he had pressed in yet again in the span of seconds until they were pressed flush together from their chests to their hips. Zero’s hands fisted his blazer. Wait. When had Zero wrapped his hands around the vampire’s middle?

Brown locks blurred his eyesight. Zero chased after an errant drop of blood, it made his skin itch. He blinked and mahogany eyes were right there, their irises dilated until almost all the brown was taken over by black. Zero flinched. There was nowhere else to go. He was boxed in from all aspects, pinned in place like a butterfly on display. For all accounts, he should be in a frenzy to get the vampire away. Instead, Zero was loathe to lose the warmth.

And then there were soft lips, slowly opening his up, teasing at his core, Zero melted into the feeling, hands wildly trying to find purchase on anything.

Rough hands wrapped around his thighs, the grip just shy of painful, until he was up and up, his legs parted for the vampire to slot in perfectly and they curled around Kuran’s waist seamlessly. Zero’s hands slipped under the confining dress shirt, exploring taut muscles that shifted under his touch.

Their lips parted. Zero’s filled the room with soft moans; Kuran’s peppered a trail of blistering kisses over his jaw, down his throat, until he found a pulsing vein. His teeth played with the skin, no doubt leaving hickey upon hickey on Zero’s pale skin. Zero’s toes curled at the hint of fangs grazing –

Zero startled.

“Kuran?”

The vampire hummed, only raising his head at Zero’s insistent tugging on his hair. He looked up, his now deeply red eyes dazed, an unseeing film covering them.

Zero called out to him again.

Slowly, awareness returned to the pureblood. He blinked once, twice, and the red irises were supressed.

“Kiryu?”

Confusion clouded his face; horror struck him too. He dropped Zero like he was coal from the hearth, dashing across the cell and pressing his back to the opposite wall. Zero fell abruptly, his head banging against the stone.

“Fucking hell, can you be any rougher?”

They exchanged wary glances.

Zero mulled over his words, there had to be a way to salvage the situation. The vampire flashed away, leaving him to stare blankly at the wall. A sour taste invaded his mouth, a bitter laugh echoed in his ears.

[woodblxssomcrowned]

Alas, 'tis lamentable that thou, blessed with such fair beauty, dost not behold it. Thy visage doth reflect thy inner grace, with jagged edges that doth lead to the tender softness rendering thee so wondrous. 'Tis found within thine eyes, thy radiant smile, the manner of thy speech, and how thine heart doth bear the love for all that is dear to thee. Thou art a treasure, buried deep beneath the earth. Only the most worthy seeker of treasures may lay claim to that which thou choosest to bestow upon them. Thou art the fairest soul mine eyes have ever beheld.

There is a twitch in her expression, and a crease briefly forming between Kaname's brows as she felt an unseen force press into her chest, shallowing her breath and trapping her voice in a chokehold. At a glance it looked perfect, didn't it? At times that was the best she could offer. To look perfect. Softening jagged edges and flashing a smile to everyone she met. To enhance the image of the shodai's family in the only way she could. But let your attention linger for too long and you'd find it to be a threadbare façade of fickle and cracked pride, unreliable confidence and makeup. And underneath it...what was truly there? A dying girl, and a woman that was angry, greedy and insatiable. Always unsatisfied. And, although so fortunate and privileged, jealous and ungrateful. Wanting. Desperately wanting for everything she can't have. Thinking herself deserving of that which she have not earned. And too weak of both will and body to take it anyway. Was that a fair soul? To who would that be a treasure worth seeking out, and claim and hold onto? Could she even trust someone who'd want that, or would she simply be used for her longing until there was truly nothing left?

She swallows all that down, forcing her lungs to expand, and plasters a smile onto her painted lips. "I don't know who you are, or what you're trying to sell me," she laughs. "But it's not going to work."

[yuki-kuran-princess]

After having done such unexpected actuation, the petite lady's figure that was steady near the other, hunched in order to lean towards the surface of said desk, on which Kaname was working on some envelopes. Small raised arms slowly reached the frontwards surface, supporting her anatomy.

The truth was, that Yuki's purpose was to distract her beloved's attention from hardworking and any kind of overstress, for a short time. After all, a short break wouldn't cause any harm, would it?

Dark chocolate optics of hers slowly began gazing her surroundings, with a light smile portrayed upon her visage, having heard Kaname's soft voice uttering his words towards her. A slight nod was offered as an indication that she was paying attention to what he was saying.

Suddenly, a surprised sentence that was released, made her opticals shift their gazing upon his features. She didn't expect that. Yuki's laid palms upon the surface as a support to her physique now lifted themselves up to cover the sides of her countenance, that was ready to reveal a rosy shade. Elbows brushing on the desk, chin embraced under delicate digits.

“Wh- me, shy? You're mistaken, of course, dearest.” Yuki teased. Her wrapped features by said delicate digits formed into a joyful grin.

[ pinch ]

[ pinch ] — sender affectionately pinches receiver's cheek

An envelope sealed with vermilion wax sat on a silver tray on Kaname’s desk—the last one for the day. Reaching for it, the pureblood inserted the letter opener between the crevice and flicked it open in one elegant motion.

He took his time to examine the contents, crimson eyes drifting upon every word in disinterest. The desperation reflected by the bold, crude handwriting was so apparent it was almost ridiculous.

A gentle sting on his cheek paused his idle contemplation.

“Hm?” Kaname’s gaze drifted from the letter to the brunette before him. The afterglow of sunset pouring from the window nearby caressed her long strands, forming a radiant crown. A tender smile made its way to his lips.

“Yuki, my love—ever the mischievous girl,” Kaname chuckled and set his pen aside. He clasped his hands under his chin, preventing a slight smirk from surfacing. “Don’t be shy to ask for a kiss.”

[heartthrummed-a]

I don't know why this was my first instinct to do, but it was.

[starsgifted-a]

tag dump; 02

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[keikakudori]

                               Good faith or not, the praise was genuine no matter what the younger man might believe of him at this point in time. It was true, however, that none of those who were loyal to the Seireitei had foreseen that day when he had pulled Kuchiki Rukia along upon Sokyoku Hill to drive his hand, changed by a simple gadget that paired with the gigai in question, into her chest to retrieve the Hogyoku created by Urahara Kisuke. It had felt quite odd, that brief transformative effect, but not enough to deter him from what he sought.

                               How her champion had screamed from where he laid on the ground.

                               Of course, it was not his place to try changing whatever perceptions of him that Izuru carried about him now. He had been every ounce that kind captain, though he imagined Izuru didn't wish to hear that at this point in time. How much of it had been a lie? How much had been truth? That was only for himself, Gin, and Kaname to know at this point in time.

                               Still, an unknown factor Izuru remained, and that was enough to make Aizen consider him with this scrutiny, an almost severe state of mind in evidence. Yes, the smile sank out of view, but it did not fully remove itself. A stern countenance presented to the younger Shinigami in this moment was how things were to be handled, the same countenance that had ever been there when he would sit and carefully critique the lines of writing in reply to the calligraphy classes he taught.

                               Aizen had ever been quick to point out ways one could improve in that art; he had never been harsh, but he would be stern, aiming to guide his students to doing their best work.

                               Imagine however Izuru wished, the truth of the matter was that Aizen did indeed have the patience to watch a pot boil and so he sipped at that tea, gaze never dropping from the almost delicate visage presented to him.

                               He had made his choices where those three had been concerned; Renji had been the first to be removed from the Gobantai, ushered into the Eleventh where he had grown in skill with his fighting prowess. For himself, he had kept Hinamori Momo, that doe-eyed girl that had blushed rosy hues when he had touched her cheek gently.

                               And to Gin had gone this one, the one most capable and skilled, the one who would be most versatile.

                               Izuru's loyalty to his captain was something which remained freely given. If Gin had worked to manipulate it into him, then it had been without Aizen noticing it occurring. No, he would truthfully say that it was simply natural.

                               Gin had been a beloved captain; he had earned that loyalty fairly.

                               But the sudden shift in demeanor from the younger man made one eyebrow raise ever so slightly while those eyes of brown narrowed with the words so hissed in his direction, but irritation didn't show until those last words were spat out so quickly. What welled up within Aizen was not irritation but a flash of sharp, genuine anger.

                               The response was immediate.

                               Reiatsu was quick to suddenly coil itself about the younger man's throat, squeezing tight even as Aizen brought the tea upwards for another slow sip. More dreadful still was how dark those eyes had grown in the wake of that name. If Izuru had been uncertain before of how things stood, then those eyes were suddenly every ounce the predator's gaze, promising that the focus so emplaced upon him was not going to waver whatsoever.

                               This was not the captain of the Fifth Division now; this was the man who was King and God in this realm of Hollows, the beast that made them kneel for he was without fear.

                               ❝ That is Ichimaru-sama to you, Kira-kun, ❞ came the purr in that dulcet overture. ❝ You would do well to remember that. Do not grow overfamiliar in this moment with me. I will not say that again. ❞

                               That reiatsu squeezed tighter for a second, nearly choking the young man. It was not killing intent; that might've been enough to burst the young chickadee's heart. But it was an instant display of chastisement aimed directly at that answer he'd received, leaving Aizen to regard him through the fragrant steam still rising from the surface of his tea.

                               ❝ If you are loyal to Gin, then by extension, you are loyal to me. Whatever orders I have for you will shall be passed to you directly by me if I see fit to carry that out. At this point in time, that loyalty to Gin which ensures your placement here is the only thing which protects you. Remember that the next time that you think to raise your voice to me. I do not tolerate bad manners, Kira-kun. I never will. ❞

                               How strange for him to say that when, by this point, surely those blue eyes had been left to behold how his own captain teased and taunted the brunet that ruled in this domain. What was treated with fond exasperation from the silver-haired traitor was coldly and rather harshly cut short here and now while Aizen's gaze remained focused upon Izuru.

                               ❝ As for Hinamori-kun... ❞ Yes, that would have come up at some point in time. ❝ Yes, I did hurt her. I admit that freely. My purposes for her were simple; she aided in my plans once the ryoka boy and his friends arrived to rescue Kuchiki Rukia. However-- ❞

                               He shifted then. It was not a grand move, not over-exaggerated nor an obvious statement of motion. It did, however, convey the simple readiness of fangs and claws sliding into view, a willingness to draw blood while those dark eyes rested still upon Izuru's features as he was held by that reiatsu, immobilized and Aizen's hand lowered the cup of tea once more to the table. There was something dreadful in those movements, something coldly unsettling and liable to make the hairs on one's neck stand on end.

                               This was the man who was aiming his blade at the Soul King.

                               Monster, Izuru named him. Aizen Sousuke was more than monster; those eyes were akin to the swelling hunger of a black hole, discs of infinite darkness seeming ready to trap him inside their depthless state. This man was more than merely Shinigami. This man was something infinitely worse. And how that great ambition burned like cold fire within his chest. More than monster. More than beast. Whatever he was, monster seemed almost too paltry a term for whatever the traitor WAS.

                               ❝ If you deem me a monster, then you  best take care, Kira-kun. Monsters are dangerous. And I am not the only monster in this realm. ❞

                               Then, suddenly, the pressure was released from that throat and those eyes were again the warm brown they had been as he smiled almost indulgently at the younger man.

                               ❝ Now - as for the role you'll have while you're here ... I suppose I must take time to figure out what niche you'll be fit into. Perhaps you shall continue as an aide for Gin. ❞

     Whatever the intent behind Aizen’s ’ praise ’ may be, Izuru does not take it in good faith; at this point, he’d be ashamed to have Aizen’s approval, and stupid to believe a single word that comes out of his mouth.

     Once, Izuru admired Aizen. Who didn’t, really? He was powerful, but kind. How sharply did that fondness take a turn; a fruit so sweet that has gone to rot, a pool of spilled ink that stains the poem. To Izuru, knowing what he knows now, that genteel facade might as well be the wolf baring its teeth. And when Aizen’s smile sinks, he’s almost relieved…Izuru is not particularly good at lying, he is not a spy nor a double agent, there is no one pulling his strings and there are no ulterior motives up his sleeve. Still, there is a misplaced sense of triumph, to be this grand schemer’s unknown factor.

     It is far too soon to be celebrating anything, however.

     Not with that thinly-veiled threat now looming over the conversation like a storm cloud, heavy and dark.

     Izuru’s throat feels tight. He can hardly breathe. Every little movement feels like a powerplay: Aizen can do whatever he wants, natural and free, while Izuru is bound and chained by the anxiety of being beneath that scrutinizing gaze. All he can do is sit there and listen to the other man conjecture about him, unable to get a word in edgewise.

     Haven’t you heard that a watched pot never boils, Aizen? Neither of them can sit here forever, but Aizen may come to see it beneath his contempt to carry on the silence and pass the interrogation of the lieutenant over to someone less patient. No, that scenario does not escape Izuru’s imagination.

     And then, something very specific that Aizen says drastically changes the mood.

     ❝ You hurt Momo, ❞ he seethes ❝ and for what? To prove a point? To send a message? I almost don’t care what your goals are; you’re just a monster, and I’d never be loyal to something like that. ❞

     ❝ My loyalty will begin and end with Gin. If you have orders for me, then you pass them on through him. ❞

[royalbounds]

❝ The best thing about memories is making them..                                                                                                      and making sure they live on. ❞ ( x )

[noctispostmortem-blog]

Kaname tag dump

[cxrsedsouls]

The Demonic Pureblood

Name: Kaname Yamazaki Age/Birthday: 225 / November 30th Height/Hair/Eyes: 5′11 / Black / Orange Species: Pureblood Vampire Gender/Orientation: Male / Demisexual / Demiromantic Relationship Status: Single Availability: Available Notable Features:  Cold pale skin, eyes that can change to red and fangs that can grow FC/VC: Gareki from Karneval / Bring Me The Horizon IRL FC/BC:  Andy Biersack / Tba

Bio:

Kaname is the third born to the Yamazaki Vampire Clan. He is strong, quiet and doesn't get along well with others. He's very awkward socially and prefers complete solitude over anything else. So long as he has his music that he shall be fine. If you approach him, the chances of him speaking to you are very VERY slim. Typically he will just put his headphones in and ignore you. If you are persistent enough then he will even walk away from you without a single word.

This man is extremely difficult to get to for he doesn't give anyone a chance. Not in the slightest. He has no interest in making friends or having any sort of relationship. All he wants is to be left alone with his music.

[therealmofmuses-archive-blog]

I LOVE YOUR OUTFIT POSTS SO MUCH. Could you please dress a few of your muses?

|| Nonny ||

{OMG you are so sweet and I am so glad you like the outfits I make! As it so happens, I’m addicted to Polyvore and have been for quite some time now so I have plenty of outfits, at least one for each muse and I’d be delighted to show them to you! Sorry, it took me so long to post this though since I had trouble figuring out which outfits I wanted to use. XD Once more, this will be placed under a read more for length!}

{Emi}

{Hades}

{Lyrica}

{Liam}

{Raiden}

{Ronin}

{Chriselda}

{Kyoko}

{Kaname}

{Ichirou}

{Meg}

{Haru}

{Panthesilea}

{Lucien}

{Audrey}

{Shae}

{Yuka}

[goji-pilled]

bah, this ficlet is growing into another multipart fic. this was supposed to b a brief two parter, not another saga!

eh, whatever, goes to show I dont half ass the things i like and wanna do.

ANYWAYS here's part one! u get the title after!

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Akemi Homura can count the number of times on her two hands when she truely and utterly wanted to throttle and erase her friends the other Magical Girls of the Holy Quintent. It was less a coincidence and more so a testement to both her patience and tolerance of Miki Sayaka's jealous bullshit that most of her fingers tallied up due to the blue tomboy.

So far this had been an ultimately tame loop. Everything had proceeded as it should have from the mall to the abandoned industrial building. Somehow she had fallen into the good graces of Tomoe Mami, despite doing literally nothing all too different from the norm, and now she sat in the Tomoe apartment with three of her oldest allies.

Kyubey does not nor will it ever count as an ally or even a people.

It was in a moment of pure, contented bliss that Miki Sayaka decided to irreparably ruin her life, and rock her entire understanding of reality. Tomoe was currently preparing a victory dinner after they took down a rogue Anthony that was able to turn into a new Gertrud. Homura had found herself pleasantly surprised to find Kaname Madoka leaning on her, resting her pink head on a boney shoulder. Miki was currently having a coniption at the sight of her best friend being so cozy with the transfer student. The resident Time Traveler couldn't be bothered to care, this surprisingly calm Spring afternoon doing wonders for her buried fears and anxieties.

Honestly she should've expected something awful to happen.

The two Magical Girls had left their Soul Gems out on the glass table at the behest of the two potential candidates. The two friends had craddled the egg shaped bottles carefully as the exchanged them between each other. Madoka was currently losing herself in the vibrant hues of Tomoe's soul, an almost melancholic nostalgia blooming on her face, while Miki kept scrutinizing Homura's own violet and temporal soul; the tomboy kept looking for an ending and beginning to the storm of time, captured in the gem. That was how they all remained in that current moment, in pure, blissful calmness, no more worries to think about until the coming days.

Then Miki let out an inquisitive hum from her sealed mouth, Homura unaware of the loaded glance the tomboy sent to the "sleeping" Incubator drone as she shut her eyes and let sleep call to her. Something about the setting rays cast down on her, along with the pleasant warmth radiating from her best friend, it lulled the Dark Beauty into a drowsy state.

As she finally went to the land of dreams she didn't catch the cute questioning noise Madoka made, nor did she notice how Miki Sayaka had moved towards Kyubey's prone position on a throw pillow by the balconey. All Homura knew that she was in a place of calm, of peace, a sanctuary she had all but forgotten from her first loops in this cycle, Mami's Haven for her and Madoka.

Then she felt - or more so noticed - a lack of warmth that rouse her out of her dreary nap. A loud thump startled the last of her wearyness out of her form and caused her to snap open her eyes.

Akemi Homura had opened her eyes not to a glass table with an empty seat, nor was it to the sight of one tomboy who grated on her nerves even on the best of loops. No, instead Homura opened her eyes to a sunlit apartment floor and a cushion underneath her. The Time Traveler barely had a thought in her mind when she heard a very familiar shrill of her affectionate nickname.

Snapping her head to the side Homura saw Miki Sayaka uncomfortably close to her form, and also a good two heads above her now. She was surprised by both the tomboy's sudden growth spurt and the look of guilty horror etched on her visage. Turning her head even more the Magical Girl was left befuddled, confused, discombobulated, and lost in that exact order; slumped over the glass table was herself, Akemi Homura, dressed in her Mitakihara uniform, and a very distraught Madoka.

It was on instinct that led to her trying to take a step forward and comfort the girl, and instinct that led to the Time Traveler tumbling to the floor. Homura was now looking up at the bare ceiling of Tomoe's apartment, disorganized as she tried to figure out how she messed up walking of all menial things. Homura had attempted to right herself back up when she heard Tomoe enter the living room, most likely having heard the commotion.

"Is everything all right- Akemi-san!" Thumps across the floor, a ruffle of frills and clothed legs sliding into a crouch. "Akemi-san, are you alright? Can you hear me?" At that the Magical Girl attempted to assure her senpai teammate and spoke outloud.

I am perfectly fine, Tomoe Mami. Just... disoriented...

That was... not her speaking voice.

Tomoe looked around the apartment, shocked confusion marring the well-kept facade of magical veteran. The blonde continued her search before locking her eyes on Homura. "K-Kyubey...?"

Kyubey? What did the Incubator have to do with-

My apologies, Tomoe Mami, but it appears as though an impossibility has occured.

That voice!

Swivling her head again Homura locked her eyes onto the creature that sat out on the balconey, those beady ruby eyes piercing her down to the core.

While Miki Sayaka's experimentation has bore interesting results, I must sincerely request that you never do such a thing ever again.

The Incubator strolled into the apartment, Tomoe having gifted access to it by opening the glass door. It continued to strut about as if it were the animals it imitated, before plopping itself onto the glass table.

"Kyubey, I- H-How are you..." Tomoe was left to herself, the foundations of Mahou Shoujo reality unravelling in her minds. "What happened to Akemi-san? Why- How are there two of you? What happened to you?!"

Homura kept her gaze locked onto the Incubator's crimson orbs, not daring to let the creature have a moment of unattended freedom from her presence. She could feel the growing anxieties and despair within the hearts of the girls around her, almost able to discern a scent to the growing darkness.

Those are all questions with very simple answers, Tomoe Mami. The first of which being that Akemi Homura's soul has been permenately disconnected from her body; her Soul Gem is no longer in a state that is retrievable nor could it ever be returned to the anomaly's body.

The swindler's tail twitched every so often, lashing at nothing but the empty plates on the table. Madoka absently grabbed the teacups and placed them away from the rat. Mami was left in silent shock, her maw left hanging open at the inadvertant revelation of Soul Gems.

The second answer is also easily answerable. While it is true that the vessel you were most aquainted with has now been rendered... unsalvageable- The drone's eyes shined a fierce glint as it snapped to breifly face Akemi before gazing back at the blonde - it is a non-inconsiquential effort on my part to direct one of the many other copies of my vessels back here.

It is with your final query that leaves us in need of a more desirable explanation.

The four teenagers were left in silence as they waited for the creature to respond, the two civilians having scooted towards one another for comfort whilst their host remained standing; Homura sympathized with her old mentor as she clenched her teeth, rubbing circles under golden locks of hair. What little they were actually able to glean explained nothing truely pertinant at the moment, the Time Traveler left lost in her crouch by the small pillow.

It seems as though a certain query most contractees of mine has likely been solved; Akemi Homura now resides within one of the many vessels I use, a result of inquisitive meddling. Were I capable of expressing the emotion, I would say that this is the part where I would be exasperated but not surprised. You humans are curious creatures after all.

Resides in... an Incubator drone...?

Homura shakily crossed the now expansive wooden floor to the nearest reflective surface, one of the many tea spoons left abandoned on the many saucers that surrounded Kyubey. She ignored the stares of her friends allies and continued to stumble to the closest available spoon. She ignored the feeling of dread, of the preconceived fear and despair that wound up in her core, as she slowly approached the table and Kyubey by proxy. The Incubator continued to lock its crimson orbs on her, the tail twitching more and more erratically as she grew closer, almost as if the thing was trying to contain some volatile reaction within.

When she reached the table she buried the confusion and looming misery in her heart as she came up just a tad bit short of the translucent surface, and placed one of her hands on the table to lift herself up.

A black paw eerily reminiscent of the Incubator's drones appeared in her periphery. She ignored it and peered into the first spoon she saw.

An Incubator drone with a black and purple-ish coat of fur was reflected on the silverware, a familar set of purple eyes looking up in the place of two ruby orbs. The small chibi-esque mouth that was just below the eyes was now replaced with a v-shaped frown, the cat ears atop pinning back as the feelers that came out of them writhed.

Akemi Homura, for the first time in her existence, screamed an agonizing cry with no mouth.

The wail did not exist as a sound within the physical world, only as a subconcious noise that pierced the minds of all in the vicinity who were connected to the Incubator's telepathy. The headaches everyone within Mitakihara felt was nothing to the migraines that the four other reaidents of the apartment. Mami had her hands clutched to her chest before she placed them over her eyes, instinctively trying to block out the painful shrieks of Akemi Homura. Doing her best to dull the pain the veteran looked to her two charges.

Miki Sayaka had her eyes shut, teeth bared and clenched as she attempted to block the noiseless yell. Mami couldn't hear over the screams of the damned but she knew very well what Miki-san' lips were saying; it was a familiar phrase she spoke when she visited her parents.

Kaname Madoka was crying, wincing as she endured the terrible shrills of her friend. Mami witnessed the sheer strenght Kaname-san had as the pigtailed girl slowly crawled around the table and towards Akemi-san. The blonde watched as Kaname-san scooped up the once human girl and craddled her aginst her chest, rubbing comforting circles and pets on Akemi-san's back.

The oppresive psychic pressure slowly faded away, the howling having pettered out into a fascimile of blubbering sobs in the broadcasted fit of despair. Kaname-san was still crying, curling around the small form of Akemi-san as she whisper comforting nothings into the pair of cat ears. Miki-san looked at the sight of her best friend trying her best to comfort the girl she unintentionally transmuted. The tomboy still clutched her head as if to preemptively prevent another series of cries, lamely attempting to say something other than hollow apologies.

It appears that this is a moment in which my continued attendance would be unappreciated.

Mami turned her head to face Kyubey - the new Kyubey? Real Kyubey? - having been startled out of her stupor. The little magical creature had not once removed his eyes from the mass of black fur that tried to burrow further into Kaname-san's arms. His tail was still flicking so fiercely, the most emotion the blonde veteran has ever seen from Kyubey's form.

The small creature deftly lept off the table and onto the floor, slowly trotting deeper into her apartment. His eyes continued to stay on Akemi-san as he meandered away, his paws leaving behind small thumps that Mami has never heard from the tiny plush animal. Was Kyubey...

If you still have any more questions, Akemi Homura will surely answer them just as well - or even far more sufficiently - than myself would.

With that the albino cat-rabbit left Mami with an a apartment filled with three teenage girls, a small dark cat-rabbit, a lifeless body, so many tears, and even more questions.

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HEY REMEMBER PART 10 AND 11 OF THAT GILENA SWAP AU WHERE I MENTIONED A LITTLE BLACK CAT THANG?!

Welcome, to the Homu-bey Saga! This is stuck on my mind now and it's stuck on my to write list. Toodles!

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WAIT HOLY SHIT THE LITTLE BLACK CAT-

OH MY GOD????!,!*#&(!#^+*

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『T A G   D U M P』

『Goddess of Hope | Madoka Kaname』 『Demon Of Love | Homura Akemi』 『Divine Hope And Love | Visage』 『Painting The Universe | Aesthetic』 『Cosmic Roost | OOC』 『Shut Up Kao | Mod Talk』 『Prayers Answered | Answered』 『The Law Of Queue | Queue』 『Rewriting The Universe With Gay | Crack』 『Verse | Fate』

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         “On the contrary... I am as ignorant as they come...”

          Sensing the discomfort, the deity promptly fell silent. However, not with a sense of maliciousness or regret. Rather, respect, and further caution. Brows furrowed minutely, visage casting elsewhere entirely.        

        “Yet sometimes, I still get carried away...”

         The entity glanced downward, then closed his eyes completely--defeated within himself, toward himself. No more, no less. It was absolute, though. By no way was it directed at Kaname, nor was it from him--their synergy could testify to that for them both.

         But still--...          

         “Hn--like I somehow have a right to speak on matters of the heart, or of the emotions intermingled with one’s soul. I don’t have anything, or anyone, completely figured out...”

--- He could not feel it, exactly. But when the Hogyoku had spoken so frankly, it had seemed as though he was prodding around in his mind, closing and opening doors as he pleased. Many of which Kaname kept purposefully locked. Not because of shame, or secrecy, or because he didn’t wish to share per se.. But because those memories were tainted and permeated his entire self even without his permission should he become so careless as to let them have free reign.

      It soothed some, to know that it was a two-way street. The other may have touched his soul, but he had not merely visited. Pieces of them were intertwined and continuously connected. Which is why it felt like a large, iron door being shut upon the Hogyoku’s confession. Still... There were windows to look in through, and Kaname was hardly shut out. 

      “It is not that--” Kaname did not wish to offend the deity in any way, nor did he believe him ignorant. “I feel as though.. Perhaps you understood too well.” It had been like he’s burned himself, quickly retracting that which was hurt.

      “Where affection and intimacy is concerned... I feel rather a lot like I have forgotten it.”

      “That is not to say I don’t enjoy ---” He gestured then, vaguely in the direction of his companion.

                            ----- Whatever this is.

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SEND “ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH _____” FOR MY MUSES REACTION || Still accepting

anonymous asked:  "Are you in love with Madoka?"

There was a small twitch in the stoic gaze, a mere glimmer in violet eyes at the mention of the pink haired girl who had stolen her heart several timelines ago. How she had watched the month repeat nearly indefinitely at this time—Homura had merely stopped counting past twenty—and observed Madoka in all her beauty continuously fight, continuously do everything for everyone else. Selfless and strong, and someone Homura could not help but be in awe over.

How could she not be in love with Madoka? Her soft gaze welcoming, the arms that were so warm around her, she was a radiating light that filled Homura’s soul with happiness for the first time. Like the sun, the pink fringed girl was the warmth that cultivated others and had even flowers facing her, and Homura would be her moon, glowing only thanks to her reflected light.

All of her purpose stemmed from her love for Madoka, and Homura would never change that. If it was not to save her, it would be to make her happy. To see her smile. To see that lively visage always bright and full of life—

Oh, the person was still here, awaiting an answer.

Turning away and running her hand under her long locks to flick them over her shoulder, Homura closed her eyes and let out a breath, hiding the rising tinge of rosy hue on her cheeks. “Madoka Kaname is…very precious to me.” As much of a yes as they were going to get out of the Magical Girl.

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Elijah’s Eternity: New Orleans - Part Twenty +18

Author: eternityunicorn 

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikealson x OC

Warnings: Violance, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Sequel to the AU Elijah’s Eternity - Ten years have passed, a mournful Elijah has finally started to move on without his lady. In that time, he has gained a reunited family and has also found a new lady love. Yet, all is not well as danger comes for the smallest member of the Mikaelson family: Hope, and it prompts Niklaus to call upon the white goddess, drawing her back into Elijah’s life. As they reunite, can Elijah really say he’s truly moved on?

NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series!

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Two and a half weeks went by swiftly, before Elijah and Eternity found themselves on a plane heading for Japan. In that time, they had made all the preparations for their upcoming wedding, including sending out invitations both locally and intergalactically, as well as asking Kaname to perform the wedding ceremony for them. Eternity had done the latter by popping over to her cousin’s shrine via instant teleportation to speak on the matter in person. Then she popped back to the loft with the other woman’s answer within a relatively short time. 

As his lady had predicted, Kaname had wanted to meet him before the wedding. Whatever reasons she had for making such a request, Elijah sensed that it was for more than a standard first meeting with him. Eternity’s cousin had also invited them to stay with her at her shrine, so that they could help her in finishing the preparations for their wedding day. It was an understandable request since prepping such a grand ceremony took a lot of work, even for immortals like them. Because of these reasons, they had agreed to come to Japan ahead of the actual wedding for Elijah to meet this elusive cousin and to put the final touches on their wedding.

Speaking of final touches, Elijah had met with his family at the Mikaelson compound as he had told Kol he would before they parted for Japan and told them of Eternity grand plan to turn those that were immortal into a different sort of one, one more akin to those amongst the stars. He also spoke of making the non-immortals into stronger versions of themselves, telling all of them that if they were to become tied to Eternity through his matrimony to her, then they all needed to be upgraded. 

Rebekah told Elijah that his lady was absolutely mad for wanted to make their dysfunctional family even stronger, more invulnerable, for fear that some of their siblings would take the power and run with it. 

In response, he told her of how Eternity’s magic would rewrite the dark one that flowed through them, making the natural balance that gave them certain afflictions null and void, including the inability to procreate. He avoided her rather vocal concerns about the potential negative consequences to upgrading their siblings, particularly Kol and Niklaus. He chose not to try and concern himself with that, wanting to believe that his chaotic brothers had changed enough to not be totally irresponsible with Eternity’s gift.

At the ability to procreate news, Elijah’s baby sister had changed her tune and suddenly became all for the new versions of their family. As he predicted, Rebekah wept joyfully at the hope his lady’s gift to them gave her. Kol and Davina were overjoyed by the prospect of having a family too, as were Finn and Sage, surprisingly.

It had been a beautiful moment, one that he would remember always.

“How are you feeling about becoming Mrs. Elijah Mikaelson?” Elijah asked Eternity as they climbed down from the private plane, having just arrived in Japan. 

“I feel elated,” she answered readily with a smile. “Though it will take some getting used to having a surname. It is not a common practice amongst the immortals. Not that I am opposed, of course. I look forward to being called Eternity Mikaelson from now on very much.” She took his hand in hers and kissed the back of it, covering it afterwards with her other hand as they reached the waiting car Elijah had arranged for them to take to the Kirin Shrine, home of Kaname. 

He smiled lovingly at her as he escorted her into the back of the car and then went around to the other side and gracefully climbed in to join her. The driver was already aware of where they were  going, having prepared the pickup ahead of time, and so, he didn’t have to concern himself with anything but the woman beside him. 

Elijah found he was restless in his excitement of the fact that in just a few more days they would be tying the knot, at last. He couldn’t barely contain himself, an unusual phenomenon to be sure, since he was a master of control. However, he knew that after they said ‘I do’, Eternity would be his forever and nothing, not even death could tear them apart once that happened. 

Feeling rather amorous in his happiness to soon be calling the ether beauty his wife, Elijah pulled his bride-to-be into his side and while cupping the back of her head, he devoured her mouth with his own. His tongue invaded Eternity’s mouth hungrily and he reveled in the sweetness he found there. He greatly enjoyed kissing her, taking every opportunity to do so.

However, it quickly became not enough. He wanted more. He’d been wanting more the whole plane ride to the foreign land, but had shown restraint then, in an attempt to keep his head about him in face with his rapture of what was to soon come. However, in typical fashion, his control withered faster the more he tried to hold back from his lady, until he could bear it no longer.

“Come here, Sweetheart,” Elijah practically growled, as he pulled her further to him so that she was forced to straddle his lap. 

She went willingly, cupping his face in her hands once she was seated upon him and kissing him for all he was worth. Her mouth soon moved from his and trailed over his cheek, then down his neck. All the while her little hands began to loosen his tie and unbutton his collar to gain more access to his skin. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one feeling amorous.

While her mouth was busy driving him mad with want, Elijah decided to repay Eternity in kind. She wore a shorter dress than usual and that allowed him to gain access to her hidden depths between her legs better than her long flowing ones. His hand reached beneath her skirts and his fingertips brushed over the slick wetness he found there. 

Eternity pulled her mouth from his throat to moan into the air and then she stared down at him with a fiery gaze, wild and untamed. Her mouth found his immediately and her hips rocked into his touch between her legs. He swiftly slipped two digits inside her warmth, pumping them quickly in time with her movements as they kissed hotly.

“Not enough,” his lady eventually groaned against his mouth.

Her hands immediately went for his pants, undoing them hastily with expertise. Once she had them open, one hand reached inside to stroke his hardened length eagerly. Her touch caused Elijah to groan and then growl needfully, his own hand moving faster between her legs. 

“More, Elijah,” Eternity gasped over him, speaking desperately. “Please, I need more.”

Before she was even done begging did Elijah have her on her back across the backseat of the rather roomy car, with him looming over her. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and her skirts were hiked up around her own, exposing her center to him. 

All the while his mouth kissed hers passionately, before moving down along her face, jaw, and throat. High strung on the drug that was Eternity, he wasted no time at all in pushing his clothes out of the way just enough to join their bodies with one hard thrust.

His lady cried out into the cab of the car, the sound reverberating around it. Her hand clung tightly to the back of Elijah’s neck upon the feeling of his sudden intrusion, as did her walls around his cock. Even her legs tightened around his waist. 

He groaned into the crook of Eternity’s neck, his eyes screwed shut against the wonderful feeling of her wrapped around him so completely. His hands glide down to grip her hips as he began to move rapidly, thrusting in and out with a merciless pace. His need for her blinded him, turning him wild as he plunged into her depths over and over again.

The immortal queen didn’t seem to mind, thrusting upwards to meet him thrust for thrust, until they were both lost to their desire for the other. He reached between their bodies and began to play her clit as he would an instrument, taking her higher. Eternity chanted his name repeatedly all the while, as she held onto him, unable to do much else. 

Since this moment was all about passion, Elijah didn’t bother to hold back or take his time. No, this was a time of raw need, nothing more. Therefore, it wasn’t long at all before he was tumbling over the edge of completion; though he made sure that he took his lady with him, listening to her practically scream in orgasm, as they came together.

As Eternity’s walls clamped down upon him, impulse took Elijah as he let his vampire visage come forth and sank his fangs into her neck to feed upon that sweet, powerful blood of hers - as he always did periodically. He pulled the crimson liquid from his lover greedily, feeling her gasp and writhe wantonly against him and then cry out as a second orgasm took her from his feeding upon her. Her body bowed beneath his own from the powerfulness of it, making him fill with male pride from being able to cause such a reaction in her.

After a time, when he had his fill of her blood, he disengaged from her neck. He watched with mild interest as the puncture wounds healed almost immediately upon releasing the flesh from his mouth. Unable to resist, Elijah licked up the stray bits of blood left behind, suckling at the skin of her throat greedily. 

Then he pulled back further to gaze into Eternity’s euphoric face. She had that drunken look about her, as she always did whenever he fed from her. She giggled happily as she traced his jaw with her fingertips, making him grin at her silliness and kiss her lips with chaste tenderness.

Only a few minutes later and Elijah was removing himself from her embrace completely, moving back into a seated position on the other side of the car, where he had started. He did his best to put himself back together in the relatively cramped space, while his lady sat up and curled into his side, kissing his cheek and neck lazily. 

Elijah smiled happily at her show of affection, putting his arm around her tenderly and pulling her closer to him. He kissed the top of her head, while he held her, feeling nothing but love for the woman that was about to become his wife.

“Wow! Are you two quite done back there?” 

Immediately the tender moment was ruined as the two of them were alerted to the familiar voice in the front passenger seat of the car.

“Fenrir?” Eternity called in surprise.

Sure enough, her young son was sitting in the front with the driver. He looked back with a sheepish grin at his mother and the Original. “Hello, Mama,” he nodded. “Elijah.”

“What are you doing here?” Elijah’s lady asked, with a bit of mortification at the idea of her son having just witnessed their intimacy in the backseat of the car. “You’re supposed to be coming to two days time with your sister!”

“I know, I know, but I grew too restless with Hel and her ward,” Fenrir replied. “I so wanted to see Cousin Kaname again. It has been an age since last we were together. I just couldn’t wait to be back at the shrine, so I thought I’d surprise you, Mama, thinking it wouldn’t be a problem. Then I saw -.”

“You don’t need to speak of it,” his mother responded quickly, sighing exasperatedly before gazing at Elijah, whom was rather amused by this turn of events. 

He grinned slightly as he gazed between the annoyed mother and bashful son. “While I have no issue in your coming along with us,” he said to Fenrir, “and I’m sure it is the same with your mother, perhaps a quick word of your desire to join us would have been a better route, instead of simply popping in unannounced. Maybe a bit more planning and less impulse next time, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” the younger immortal replied. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

The male version of Eternity turned around in his seat then and remained quiet for the rest of the trip to Kyoto, to the forests of Mount Kurama where the Kirin Shrine was located. 

Elijah and Eternity exchanged looks in the meantime, before breaking into smiles and quiet laughs over the whole incident. From there, they fell into a companionable silence, filled with gentle kisses and sweet touches, as if they hadn’t just made wild love in the back seat or been caught by Fenrir doing so. 

The car ride was long, but soon the duo turned trio finally reached the forest entrance to the Kirin Shrine. The car couldn’t take them to the front door since the woodland was dense and didn’t have a suitable road going through it. This meant they had to walk the rest of the way, using the natural trails that would lead them to their destination. 

Eternity didn’t mind. Elijah’s lady seemed to be the most happy amongst the trees of the forest, taking in the sights and smells with delight. Surely the dense foliage called to her truest self: the unicorn that she was. Gazing at her son, Elijah noted that it seemed the wilderness called to her son as well - to the giant wolf that he had been cursed to transform into long ago. 

The Original enjoyed the forest too. Being amongst the natural world reminded him of his childhood, in a time when man was still living within the protections of the forest instead of tearing them down to build great cities. He recalled running and playing inside of the woods of Mystic Falls with his siblings, enjoying the innocent of a child’s life - carefree and unburdened by the cruelties of the world. 

The trek was rather long, but none of them were in a great hurry to reach the shrine. Fenrir walked ahead of Elijah and Eternity, while the couple strolled behind him, holding hands and took in the peace of the greenery around them. 

Then the peaceful stroll was disrupted about half way to the shrine, as another ghost from Elijah’s past appeared. 

“Hello, Elijah,” called the familiar accented voice - Aya?

The trio halted immediately in their walk and turned to find Aya Al-Rashid, another of Elijah’s old flames standing there amongst the trees, just off the path. Fenrir growled like a threatened wolf at her presence, while Elijah and Eternity grew tense at the new apparition’s sudden appearance. 

Nothing good was to come from this encounter.

“Off to get married, are we?” Aya said as she slowly approached. “I would offer my congratulations on this joyous occasion, but that would mean I’d have to pretend to be happy for your happiness, Elijah. Something that I simply cannot do.”

“What are you doing here, Aya?” Elijah questioned, unsurprised to see her after having seen Céleste on more than one occasion. He noticed how the ghostly woman eyed Eternity and instinctually put himself in front of his lady to protect her. He growled warningly, “What is it that you want?”

“I am here on a mission from beyond the grave to ensure you never reach your destination,” the dark-skinned beauty grinned.

Immediately did growling, hissing creatures come out of the foliage of the forest all around them. There were droves of them, these little bloodthirsty demons. All around they came until Elijah, his lady, and her son were surrounded. 

“Consider this my wedding gift unto you,” Aya said, just as Eternity and Fenrir both disappeared suddenly from Elijah’s side and the demons began to attack him full force. “Your much deserved demise, Elijah Mikaelson.”

Then in the chaos of the attack, the apparition of his former disappeared without a trace, leaving him to deal with the creatures that had already proven to be too strong for he to destroy. Elijah felt helpless and panicked at the loss of Eternity and by extension, Fenrir. He didn’t know what Aya had done with them, but he feared the worst. 

Yet, he had little time to concern himself with their whereabouts, as he just tried to stay alive against the little monsters that leapt at him, clawing and biting at him. He managed to evade their desired damage to his person, but knew he wouldn’t be able to hold them off forever. He needed a plan or better yet, help.

Luckily, fortune smiled upon him as it turned out, as a spiritual arrow came flying by out of nowhere and struck one of the demons that attacked Elijah. Then another and another and another still, until all the demons were nothing more than piles of burning flesh that eventually turned to dust. 

He turned in the direction the arrows had come from and saw another Eternity lookalike standing a little ways off with her yumi bow still in firing position. This must have been his lady’s cousin Kaname. 

She was dressed as a miko, a shrine maiden or priestess. She wore a white haori and bright red hakama with thonged sandals. She was pale like Eternity with all the same colorings, though her hair was waist length and was not wavy, but straight without curls. She kept it tied back with two locks forming rings framing her face that tied into the ribbon she used to keep her hair out if the way. Her sapphire eyes were also more narrow and not as doe-like. 

Worried for Eternity and Fenrir, Elijah raced over to where the miko stood. “You must be Kaname,” he said in greeting, once he reached her.

“Yes, and you must be Elijah Mikaelson, my cousin’s fiancé,” she replied, with a slight Japanese accent. “My queen has told me about you, upon her pervious visit to my shrine.”

“Eternity, she has been spirited away, along with Fenrir,” he responded hurriedly with worry evident in his voice. “Tell me that you can get them back, from wherever they were sent to. I fear for them. There has been sinister things happening as of late. Please tell me that you can rescue them.”

Kaname smiled, unperturbed by what he told her, “Do not worry about my cousin or her young son, Mr. Mikealson. Her Majesty is the strongest amongst the immortals and whatever trick has been played upon her will surely be dismantled shortly. She shall meet us soon with Fenrir at the Kirin Shrine.” She turned to head back the way she came, leaving Elijah to stand puzzled by her nonchalance and her confidence in her prediction. “Come along. This way please,” she gestured for him to go with her.

That prompted the Original to follow his lady’s cousin through the forest, unsure of what else to do. He could only hope that the miko was right and Eternity would be safely returned to him, along with her son - and soon.

Elijah needed to know Eternity was safe and unharmed or else he’s never forgive himself.

To Be Continued....

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