Suchergebnisse

Ignatius felt like he was twitching and moving uncomfortably under the pressure of his own skull and bones, and he itched to free himself of what he found himself enraptured by, and yet, Azrael was the one that spoke with amicable words about how all of this, hopefully, would give them a shelter from her - the vampiress hot on their heels - while they clawed to a last bastion of hope. Not a single soul was left in this charcoal town, burned to crisp and ash hours before they even set foot into i…

Ugh, he was about to be sick if this went on - his head was spinning and Ignatius was convinced that it would fall off of his shoulders if he kept this pace and allowed himself to be treated like a headless toddler by Azrael. Why was he this naive and culpable, stupid even? There was no drive, no understanding in his bones about any of this and it hurt him to even have to think about the very real possibility of a setback like that, one that would haunt him for way too long. As he was instructed…

With all that blood flowing out of his body, even someone like Azrael would probably look haggard eventually. Pressing the issue didn't help, however, he knew that dallying about was as stupid of an idea as it could be as well. No matter the reason, he figured, he'd stay here for a while, regroup and rest a bit, and then find that nothing was as harsh as being burdened with having the arrogance of a king and the power of a god, while being about as knowledgable about combat as a toddler with a k…

With Az help, at least they moved for a bit and then made it to the town - it didn't look in any state to receive visitors, but what town ever did theye days? Ignatius was painfully sure that it didn't matter, as much as the wounds on his body hardly did, and no matter how far he pushed himself, this, among other things, really was only a minor setback that kept him in check of his mortality, making sure that he knew that even he, of all people, was not going to survive the onslaught of a thousa…

Ignatius grit his teeth as she grabbed him and hoisted him around like a sack of potatoes - it was wrong to believe something was going to change because he tried to be diplomatic, but in essence, this had been what he was taught. A lesson in humility, to be nice and courteous no matter whom he encountered, but unfortunately for him, most creatures of the deep dark night and children of hell would see it as plain arrogance when a mere human - so weak and useless, not unlike their own spawn - tri…

If he was needing to be childish to get out of this, so be it, he'd do it; it wasn't that it mattered, for one, but he knew that no matter what him and Azrael did, they were sort of fucked either way. Was this how their journey would end? Hopefully not, he'd been so cozy up until now and wasting it on something like a dumb vampire that waltzed in and rained on their parade seemed almost like he as spiting the god that made him who he was in the first place. "I beg to differ." But that was all he…

This was wrong, on many more levels than one. They had promised him greatness, for him to deliver himself unto the gods to receive word of how to save and purge this world of those that were, by no means, any lesser than the worst of them - and yet, demons longed to be eradicated, for they were not of gods design, and even when she foisted the label off of her, Azrael called her what she was. A schooled eye befitting of a hunter, then. Dealing with a vampire wasn't in his cards, not that he coul…

When Richard stirred again, Yujin smiled at him, happy that he could get him to at least sit up - he knew that it wasn't always easy and that sometimes, there were days where he'd rather spend every single minute of them in bed, just to make sure he was getting all the rest that he needed these days. Was it too harsh to hope that he'd get well soon and no longer needed to actually spend so much time resting? It was something for sure, and Yujin knew he couldn't take Richards pain away, but he wi…

Yujin looked at Richard and how his chest rose and settled, how the sun bathed him in light even through the thick curtains in this room and how he looked at peace, finally, after so long, and yet, he never truly was - if he had a good night, he probably needed that sleep, given the usual troubles they encountered. He didn't want to rip him from that, tear him out of a well-deserved rest and instead, he watched him, ran his fingers across his hair and just kept an eye on the perceived peace that…

When Azrael woke him up, Ignatius thought nothing of it - there were no visions that made him jolt awake in cold sweat and there was no belated realization that they had walked right into a demons nest, so to speak. Maybe it had been optimistic of them to remain in place and spend their time on a well-meant rest instead of forcing any sort of distance between them and their assailants, or getting to that monastery on the horizon that didn't seem like it would be able to house either of them for …

Yujin came back not too long after, with everything that Richard asked for in tow - it wasn't a lot, but he'd not wanted to uproot something that was either stuck or frozen in place for real, or bring something that would only hurt him more than it ought to. Surely, there had to be a time and place for any of this, and Yujin himself decided, as fun as it would be, that it wasn't now when Richard was still arguably weak and would fall apart at too much of a push and shove into any direction. Ther…

Maybe he was taking this in stride to reassure Kosuke he was fine with it, or, maybe, he was simply disillusioned with the happenings around him and accepting of the fact taht no matter what, he would be treated gently, like he deserved. If Gin were to describe himself, he'd love to speak of a flower and its petals, delicate and easy to crush underfoot, yet not long for this world and hard to care for in most instance, but he knew he wasn't like that - if anything, he was like a pine needle more…

A chuckle - maybe he'd have had to say something if he were a girl, and protested that this was going too far, but he wasn't, and this seemed in line with all the things Kosuke had asked him so far. "No relationships, just work. I ... didn't have time for them. And women are few and far between." Often they simply didn't like the place Gin worked at - it wasn't bad, it just looked kind of shitty from the outside so it wouldn't stick out as much - and other times they simply just didn't need that…

Piggybacking off of the idea that anything in life was easy was dangerous, as much as it was foolish. Gin was convinced he finally had a streak of good luck the night that he met Kosuke, and now that he was here with him, his superstitions felt as if they'd been proven right before he could even truly address them. How long was this going to last? Hopefully as long as it needed to stop making him feel so kitschy about this man, barely older than him, embroiled in the same downwards spiral, just …

These furry bastards were always so unpredictable and noisy - arresting any of them never was fun, especially if he wasn't equipped for it, which was the case right at this moment. What a shame; a pair of silver handcuffs would be in order for disturbing the peace in his home and worming his way into the safe space that Ros had carefully curated over the years. "Who? We both can guess that much.", he answered Nathan on the werewolves behalf, who almost seemed like he didn't want to talk more tha…

"You're fine. No harm done." Gin had meant it when he said it - Kosuke could be what he had called himself if he really wanted to, maybe that was something they could try. Weren't they a good fit for one another anyway, though? No matter what, they could just rely on each other for all of this, the remainder of their relationship, even if it would eventually find itself faltering, years down the line. For now, it was too early to think about such things, but Gin didn't want to delude himself - t…

“Abnormal sounds about right.”, he confessed and once he thought about it just the slightest bit more, it did indeed make perfect sense. Not only were there a bunch of people that he hoped to never look at for too long, some of them also behaved oddly - not all of them his clients, thankfully, but the break room was indicative enough of just who came and went through their revolving doors sometimes. “You’re the peace and quiet I deserve?”, Gin was quick to tease Kosuke, as soon as it got brought…

"Aw, don't be like that.", he giggled likewise. Gin liked the Kosuke the way he was, with all the flaws he seemingly had, but he had to admit that the two of them were fooling around a whole lot - it didn't matter if it hurt them both in the end, seemingly, and instead they were both attached to one another willingly. "Wouldn't take me for the type, hm? But yes, I do." The redhead would call himself reserved for a reason; he loved to be listened to, as much as he liked listening and hearing abou…

"That's alright.", he reassured Kosuke. Maybe one day, he'd be less embarrassed of all of this, knowing that he'd not make a change if he tried to, the moment he entangled himself in this web of lies and false promises. For now, he was still convinced that he'd make it work somehow, but deep down, he already had this foreboding sense of dread plagueing him, knowing that, in no uncertain terms, his relationship with Kosuke was most likely doomed. But why care now, of all things? "Not too many sti…

"No offense taken, I'm sorry if that came off rude.", Gin apologized for his brash answer. Was he being too much? He couldn't say - Kosuke put up with him just the way he was, no matter what his mind was trailing off to it seemed, even when he was feeling like a victim to one of his whims every once in a while. "I'd like to hear that, I think you have a few interesting stories up your sleeve here and there." A giggle followed that asinine statement. That life he didn't lead was seemingly catchin…