Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
IF I DON'T GO TO HELL WHEN I DIE, I MIGHT GO TO HEAVEN
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Llyr had often noted the peculiar attraction he felt towards certain plants. There was always something to be said for any resilient foliage that had managed to thrust its way through the cracks in the cement of the slums he'd run circles around as an adolescent, but his specific obsessions went beyond adoration alone. Common weeds were intriguing, yes, but they were not the sorts of things he'd set out in the daylight to collect samples of, let alone purchase at medium to high prices from florists.
So he'd lingered in the window of the "Briar Rose", running back through the few fairy tales he'd picked up as a child to recall where the name came from. Something about a princess, something about a prick, something about a griffon, and a horned spirit. But the internal search was instantly abandoned when he saw the lotus pod arrangement: clusters of empty sockets rubbing their hung-dry husks against each other like the person who'd presented them was trying to light a fire.
"Burning such beautiful holes would be unforgivable," he shuddered at the thought and then went in.
The small bell, shaped like a tiny, cupped flower, above the door tinkled softly. He wondered if the place was managed by someone from Rapture. I would be a sloppy mistake, but they seemed like the type to code through their affinity for bells. An absent tangent, he brushed his hair out of his dead eye for a second in an effort to banish the thought. He wasn't here on business and he'd do well to keep from making enemies in the daylight hours. Ignoring any employees present, he swept across the room, dark coat fanning out behind him like a peacock tail. A central display of flowers, something from the daisy family, barred his path from the lotus pods, and he paused in front of them: gaudy colors, easily bruised petals, and soft, uneven centers. He ran a gloved hand over the middle of one that looked like a cartoon sun, unable to feel the buckle of the disk beneath his touch. Not enough texture to even imagine what it would feel like; too much like a child's skin. Nothing interesting. He reassembled the offending flowers into a looser arrangement to match their carelessness and the side-stepped them altogether.
Beside the lotuses was a wide, plastic vase stuffed with white lilies; their bowing petals lined with cantaloupe colored spines and speckled with angry magenta flecks near their protruding stamens. Llyr remembered an old Romani woman with an autoimmune disease who'd looked identical, paled, flushed, and rashy in all the wrong places. She'd beat him with a pan until he gave her son's ragged doll back, which left galaxy gold and blue bruises all over his still flesh arms and back. He smiled. These were the flowers that should burn, though, the flame would reject the vibrancy of their health: fresh and bloated full of water. They looked proud and flashy beside the lotus pods. He picked up the vase and set it on the floor. Better.
Now for the plants he'd been drawn to. They were even better close up: grey and brown like mummified corpses, some of their whole still boasting the tiny, eye-like seeds. He accounted for the differences in the sizes of the holes using his false fingers, whether he could fit them in or not, and then felt around the uneven edges of each pod. Llyr was seized by the urge to crush one in his hands but sublimated it with a compromise. Bending over he ran his pink tongue over the holes of the largest one, tasting dust and a woody flavor. They even smelled dead. He grinned, so immersed in the pods that he did not notice the person standing behind him.
"Thank you for the flowers!" Leon thanked enthusiastically as he grabbed the wooden basket handle with both of his hands. Like many other days, sweet young Dantalion was up on errands for the female vulpine of Rapture, Haine. People often mistook their relation. To be honest, neither of them felt they were serving for one another. Haine agreed to watch over Leon because he was her mother's trust and because he was a lost sheep on the island. Leon, in exchange for her excellent care and guidance, offered to help her in any way he possibly could. He wanted to show to her that he was strong and capable and wanted her to feel proud of him.
Well, Haine was and has always been proud of the young boy, for he was like a brother to her. However, there were things in the past that had occurred and cannot be fixed. Those things in the past gaped them to be what they were now.
Leon brought his phone out of his pocket and started punching the key pad with his thumb. The basket was not all heavy, but because he was a careless one, he kept himself reminded to carry it with both hands. So, while his right thumb was busy typing a message, he placed the basket on the floor beside him. The day promised warmth and comfort his weak against low temperature physique. He wore loose shirt with hooded sweater on top and baggy pants that screamed hand-me-down since it was not his actual size.
Still, it was better than not having anything right?
A smile slithered on the pale-looking young boy's face. It seemed Haine has replied and she replied quickly meant she was waiting for him.
"Hurry back, Leon" was all on the text and it made Leon snickered happily. Someone actually worried about him! After acknowledging the necessity of him to come back quickly, Leon reached his hand,along with the phone for the basket and, being a sloppy-minded, the phone slipped off his grip and fell to the ground. It broke open with its cover slid away, dragging his eyes along to see where it went.
The boy stood straight. A man was nearby where it stopped. The eyes blinked and raised little bit up so he could see the man's face. "Um..." He held his voice a bit, trying to construct a proper sentence of asking a favor.
"Sir, that would be mine," He stated, pointed at the cover of the phone close to the man's feet.
TAGS: @llyr OOC: THERE DONE! OMG SORRY IF IT'S HORRIBLE!
IF I DON'T GO TO HELL WHEN I DIE, I MIGHT GO TO HEAVEN
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He almost drew the small switchblade he'd tucked in the right sleeve of his long coat. The new mobility his prosthetics allowed him never ceased to amaze Llyr. Once he'd been clumsy and right handed, but the mechanics of the arms had remedied these human errors. His dexterity, in both hands, was almost unrivaled and it seemed, with the loss of his "true" flesh and bone, he'd gained a greater awareness of them.
The small clatter the plastic cover made as it collided with and then slid across the floor had set him on edge, though only for a moment as he turned and recognized the large eyes and reddish hair. While Llyr himself had not been present at the branding-- he'd been out on a courtesy killing for a group of loan sharks who'd been trying to weasel their business in Blasphemy-- he'd heard rumors about the child. The one who'd been stripped and laid under the needle by Dmitri himself.
Llyr felt a on of the tacks he'd lined in a macabre fair ring around his upper left thigh slip against the fabric of his pants and twist a larger opening in his skin. A stab of jealousy took him for a moment. The image of his Boss' face above him, the motorized needle humming as it etched out the sacred assortment of letters and numbers.
Another tangent, as dangerous as the first he'd entertained this hour. He tossed his head and the hair passed from his blind eye again, only to resettle when the movement passed.
There was nothing to be envious of. The boy was an unwitting pawn, incapable of feeling the loyalty to Mitya that seethed through Llyr.
Smiling, he bowed and reached down towards the case, retrieved it, and then held it out to the boy.
"So it is," he took a small, nonthreatening step towards the boy, holding the phone cover as if it were something unpleasant that would bite him if he moved too quickly, "And here it is."
It was only then that he noted the boy's limitation regarding juggling the phone, the case, and the basket of flowers.
"How foolish of me," he said, and whisked the wicker handle from the floor and pressed the phone case into the boy's free hand.
His eyes wandered to the specimens poking out of the basket. They'd been arranged for safe transport rather than for appearance, but something about their positions bothered him. Reaching into the sea of petals and pollen dusted stamens, he began to shuffle them around until he felt they were better suited for their immediate floral companions. then he turned his attention back to the boy.
"And who," he said, his smile amiable, "Is the lucky young thing who's getting these?"
His senseless fingers filed through the well-fed stems and stalks, as if he were taking into account the number of every flower inside.
"Must be someone very special considering how many there are," something wicked gripped him and he winked with his good eye,"Your mother, maybe?"
Leon was not aware of what was going on in the man's head. His other conscience, who would have been more alert by this, however seemed to be on guard. Eyes watched the man and carefully analyzed the moves he made. He did not say a word, and he found it was unnecessary unless the man truly showed a sign of threat. As of now, only the way he was looking at him seemed rather unsettling. Leon simply shook his head and smiled widely. That another him should stop being too pessimistic about people around him. No evil man would simply walked into a beautiful shop like this. Evil hates beautiful things, so that means this shop was more or less like a haven for him to take refuge from any danger.
"Thank you!" He said cheerfully. How nice of him to securely put the cover into his hand rather than to make him reach out for the cover himself. How thoughtful indeed. With another hand free from the handle, the young boy began to put the gadget's pieces together like a puzzle. His green eyes gazed full of hope that this little device will work one again or... oh boy, he squeaked silently with his eyes shut tightly. He barely could imagine the first two seconds reaction from the vulpine; it was too scary.
"And who, is the lucky young thing who's getting these?"
The man spoke again, immediately brought the copper-red haired boy's attention to him. He tilted his head and continued to smile. Slowly, his expression changed. He rubbed his legs together shyly and fidgeted. "Eh..." He was not sure how to answer his question. Well, to be honest, half of these flowers were an order from the Regalia. The other half, however, was actually for his lovely Fighter. Yes, he planned to stop by her house today and asked if she would like to spend an evening with him arranging the flowers. Then, he will secretly slip in a card and hand it to her as a surprise. A bouquet arranged by both him and Amaterasu- isn't that a great gift?
Chuckling, he hardly can keep the excitement on to himself. "Ah, I'm sorry," he said as he raised his eyes back to the man. He continued to fluster over the idea of giving a bouquet of flowers to a girl. His head shook. "Actually, no. I'm helping... um... my sister to pick up her order," he smirked and almost chocked his saliva since lying was not his strong point. Haine was not exactly his sister, and he expected her would say the same. However, Haine has warned him not to tell anyone who with and where he lived, for dangers continued to linger around him like bees around flowers. "My mother..." he looked down, leaving his sentence hanging just like that. It sounded more like he was muttering to himself. To be honest, he can't remember his mother, or where he came from. It was frustrating when every time he tried to remember it, all he gained were excruciating pain and pitch back.
Leon shook his head, trying to avoid from recalling about it. A smiled perked back in on his lips. "Are you going to buy flowers, too, sir?" He asked, somewhat curious over his purpose to be here. Was he planning to buy flowers for his mother, since he suggested the idea which sounded more like he expected he was too?
TAGS: @llyr OOC: loool Leon probably shriek if he knows the reason he's jealous.
IF I DON'T GO TO HELL WHEN I DIE, I MIGHT GO TO HEAVEN
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The man's good eye trailed up and down the young man's body, taking in the nervousness, the fidgeting. His face remained placid but something dark hinted in corner of his gaze. The streets had taught him about body language, about rooting up traces of weakness and fear and the pain buzzing in his leg only intensified the satisfaction he found in making the boy squirm.
"Actually, no. I'm helping... um... my sister to pick up her order."
A sister? Llyr glanced down at the basket again, recalculating the value of the plants inside. They didn't seem familial enough to represent a bond of blood. Obviously for a forged relationship. A lover? A friend? A confidante? Regardless of the exact alliance, Llyr could tell well enough the child was lying. At least, that is, until he managed,
"My mother..."
In a voice smaller than a poppy seed. The boy's eyes dropped, as if in apology, and while Llyr loathed such inconsequential banter, he was quick on the uptake,
"Oh dear," he patted the droopping youth as one would a spaniel puppy,"It wasn't my intention to dredge up the past like that. My sincere apologies."
He gave the marked boy one last comforting pat and then distanced himself from him again, quickly wiping the gloved hand on his coat while the kid was still staring at the floor. Why had his boss selected such a fragile creature to brand in person? Surely there was little use for this wide-eyed, soft skinned brat, stacked so full of emotional baggage. The jealousy swelled up from his leg again with the pain. He told himself, using the quietest voice in his head, to focus.
"Are you going to buy flowers, too, sir?"
The boy had recovered his glimmer, face lighting up like a coin thrown into a fountain. Llyr made a wish quickly that the copper-haired pawn would suffer some terrible accident and die. His face, though, remained benevolent.
"Ah yes, I was considering purchasing a nice arrangement for my flat. The single apartments where I live are so... boring, so I was thinking texture would liven up my sleeping quarters," he gestured to the lotus pods, "I was going for lotus pods, thistles, and a lighter strain of monkshood."
While Llyr was far from elegant or even cultured, he had grown familiar with plants both poison, thorny, and brittle. These various arrangements of flowers, he found, always looked best beside his assortments of human finger nails and skin; all tacked into boxes as one would display butterflies or iridescent beetles. And besides, buying flowers hanging so thinly in the balance allowed him to make a prolonged sport of watching them wither and then die.
But of course the unwitting boy would know known of this and merely see him as an eccentric but otherwise benign patron. tag: Hermes Himizuki ooc: llyr is just trying not to be like "i work a blasphemy, maybe you're familiar with someone there" -evil grin and a one-eyed wink- song: bad bad things
The man was so kind to him. He could be the second kindest person he has ever made, after Milo who was also a Regalia like Haine. Despite he lived in the so-called headquarter of Rapture, he did not receive as much kindness as he hoped- at least not after the tragic event. It if was not because of Haine, he would have been pushed by the stairs, been thrown with cold water and been treated like a servant boy. The woman's superiority wrapped a secured barrier around him, promising no such threat will fall upon him as long as she was around. he remembered the gruesome story of she was extremely angry and frustrated by some of the underlings when they tricked him into brothel.
That night, for the first time, the blood of Rapture members flooded in Nightshade. Throats were slit, and some died with their hearts were holed by her sword.
"Lady Min-Yung entrusted you to her. Do you think she'll be pleased to hear someone toying with her 'child'? Be glad she didn't hurt their family; I would say it is appropriate since they were messing with her family, after all."
His stomach grumbled uneasy. The image built from his mind of the scene made him felt sick. The blood, the deep cut that could make the neck snap opposite way.... his pale face slowly turned white. Fortunate for him he has not eaten. Otherwise he might vomit. He did not want anyone to get injured, let alone to die because of him. Yes, he wanted that woman not to unsheathe her sword for his sake and in order to do that, he will do his best to stay safe.
"Mhm, it's all right!" He chuckled lightly after he had shaken his head. When he spoken of the flowers he was interested to buy, Leon simply nodded few times like a hyper kid. Oblivious it seemed, the boy had no idea what kind of flowers they were, or because he was in clouds due to the kindness this man has showed, he disregard the sudden bad hutch of his heart. It was then, Dante appeared in his mind, standing beside him with his eyes glaring at the adult.
"Excuse the stupid look you made, but those flowers..." The calmer persona seemed to have notice something- one of the flowers mentioned was poisonous that even touching it was like signing a death certificate. Sharing the same body, if Dante knew about the flower then so as Leon, but Leon was not as alert as his other self. He realized it, finally, and raised his head up. With a tilt of his head like an innocent child he muttered, "Pardon me, but... isn't monkshood is the same flower as wolfsbane? Isn't it part of deadly plants?" A smirk appeared on his lips.
Why would this man use such plants as interior decoration of his apartment? He shuddered and even took a step back from the plant he was pointing. Lotus pods were not his forte. Those holes on them were... "Creepy," he commented.
TAGS: @llyr OOC: So. I searched the flowers and to lotus pods, I discover I have the phobia. I'm having goosebumps rn!
IF I DON'T GO TO HELL WHEN I DIE, I MIGHT GO TO HEAVEN
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Llyr could see the assortment of dark purple and off-yellow flowers out of the corner of his eye. The darker specimens hid large, white star patterns under the folds of their petal hooding, while the yellow were content with their singular pigmentation. The latter reminding him of his own hair, swooped over his useless eye, Llyr gestured to the cluster of deadly blossoms, trying to mask his disappointment in the boy for his shallow assessment of poison flowers in general,
"But what is the matter with something poisonous?"he tried to frown with sincerity and without anger, "I do not see the danger as long as I resist the urge to eat them, which will be terribly easy to do. And besides," kneeling, he made sure to level himself with the young man's gaze, "Most of the flowers people admire are poison. Lilies, for example, and daffodils. Foxgloves, irises, and wisteria; all of them are deadly to ingest."
Llyr closed his eyes and inhaled with fondness, as if enraptured by the notion of being surrounded by some many delicate things that could kill him. For a moment his bas blood with the boy was forgotten and only the sensation of his own fragility remained. He imagined Mitya's strong hands holding him down again, but this time slipping a hood a of wolfsbane down his throat and forcing him to lie there, dying. He imagine a bat with nails stuck in it strung with a garland of faintly freckled foxglove and felt the blow against his face.
He unconsciously touched his blind eye and then exhaled. The fantasy was embarrassing in hindsight, considering he opened his unaffected eye to see the young, oblivious Synister slave and Llyr stood with frightening speed and straightened the flare of his long coat.
"Poison in a flower is, after all, merely a way for them to defend themselves. How would you like to be plucked up without your knowing and stuffed into the mouth of some enormous, wicked beast?"
It required all his composure to keep from showing his teeth and lifting up his tongue to reveal the assortment of letters and numbers etched there on the underside. He'd wanted the tattoo to be more painful than any of the scars on his remaining skin, and hadn't wanted the sacred mark to get muddled by the other names he'd made on his body. This left only his mouth, filthy and malicious as it was, to serve Synister, and Llyr had been all too happy to suffer so.
"As for the pods, they were once full of life. Once they scatter their seeds the plant discards them. I," he thought about the texture of the dried plant on his tongue, "Merely want to honor them for that sacrifice."
Llyr was struggling to keep his lies untangled from his twisted truths. He couldn't let the boy get in his head or wrap around his envious heart anymore than he already had, but his thoughts of passion kept betraying him. And it was hard enough to keep secrets in the sun. tag: Hermes Himizuki ooc: oh shit i didn't know you were trypophobic :[ -hugs- song: bad bad things
His eyes knitted lightly. Who on Earth would try to eat something as beautiful as lilies, daffodils and irises? His statement sounded like he was suggesting people to eat grass just because grass was green in colour like other edible vegetables. Dante appeared beside him, scoffing at the counter idea he has about this man.
"Tell me about it. I don't think he is... you know, mentally all right," he said while tapping his point finger to his temple. A grin flashed for Leon along with few seconds of chuckles. Leon simply smirked as he watched the older man began to appear having sort of a daydream. He simply tilted his head and watched his face quietly. With his only visible eye closed, Leon took a chance to observe him. Blonde hair with bang covering the other part of his eye, quite beautiful features and quite a grown-up. He could probably be from the west countries. America, perhaps? He could not identify the exact region, though.
"Ah!" He gasped and took a step back in surprise when the man suddenly stood up. His eyes elevated to his height, blinking with his wide olive eyes. The conversation continued as he stated something sensible. The boy dropped his head down a bit and nodded slowly. "Well... you have a point there, sir," he said. It was be a waste if some beasts were to devour beautiful flowers. His eyes blinked to keep the surface from dried and continued speaking, "but sir, aren't there any other source of food for us and the animals? I mean, obviously humans don't have to feed themselves with something so pretty, right?" He looked down and muttered, "But then again, even nightshade can be the right savor for one who has lost many things in life, even if it is a feared by others." he remained silent momentarily. His mind pictured the image of the vulpine and her mother the evening they saved him for starvation. They kind people, and yet they were mistook as rebels and threats of the world.
His eyes glanced aside to an empty spot beside him, only to see Dante looking back at him in his imagination. "I guess... dangerous flowers are not so dangerous, after all, huh?" He smiled. His eyes turned back to the adult and bowed. The cheerful Leon fidgeted excitedly on his toes as he thanked him, "I think I understand now why you want to buy these flowers. Thank you for the enlightenment, sir!" He was pretty happy to know that despite how insane his idea was, it was actually not as bad as it sounded. Indeed, Leon figured it was rather an interesting knowledge he gained this evening. Dante drummed under his throat as if a sign it was time to go. Leon sprung like a child in surprise, "Oh oh, I think I have to go, sir!" He turned to him and laughed lightly.
"Haine- I mean, my sister- she'll be very angry if I were to return home late, again," he accidentally said a name of the Regalia, and laughed nervously at the end.
TAGS: @llyr OOC: oh nonononono it's fine ♥♥♥ lmao he spoke to much QAQ
IF I DON'T GO TO HELL WHEN I DIE, I MIGHT GO TO HEAVEN
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A faint trace of surprise clouded his features for a moment, but Llyr managed to transform the slight astonishment into a fraudulent grin. The boy had picked up on his line of thought-- at least the more innocuous ones pertaining to the morality of flowers and their sensible defenses. Llyr had not considered the youth capable of looking beyond his wide-eyed naivety and into a scope of wider, darker reasoning.
The man had always considered the odd views he possessed to have been a natural extension of his disposition, and he held to the truth that, therefore, they could only be taken to heart by others cut from similar, if not the same, clothe. Theory shaken, he was now genuine in his curiosity towards the boy's hidden depths. Perhaps this adaptability was the reason Dimitri had seen him a proper pawn for Synister; someone worthy of the mark that bound so many wicked fates together?
"How very," he chose his words with care, like a middle schooler pulling petals off of a weed-flower in hopes that their crush was reciprocated, "Well put. I must admit I did not think someone such as yourself would see my way."
He chuckled softly to himself, and reached out with forced benevolence and patted the boy on the head.
"I always assumed kids would be as stubborn as I was at your age but," he sighed, as if remembering his youth with fondness-- the knife shattering the spine of an unwilling lover, the blinding blow of a bat with nails hammered into its blunt, wooden surface, "It seems I was wrong."
"Oh oh, I think I have to go, sir! Haine- I mean, my sister- she'll be very angry if I were to return home late, again."
Llyr cocked his eyebrow, but remained silent. So Dimitri's toy had his own lies to spin in the daylight. It was fitting, after all, that even someone so young and outwardly innocent should have a darkness lingering in the background of his honey-coated lifestyle, and this odd attention to the name-- the identity-- of the flower's recipient proved that the boy's unwilling entanglement with Synister was not his only confidential attribute. Llyr was not tactless, though, and bobbed his head in polite agreement,
"Wouldn't want your dear sister to wait, now would we?"
He grinned and closed his eye, inwardly resolving to track the pawn for a few blocks. After all, there had to be a layer of importance to this "Haine" if the boy felt it necessary to conceal their identity. With a playfully dismissive wave, he turned his back to the boy and began to gather the flowers and pods he had claimed to be purchasing and waited for the young man to leave. Ears pricked for the sounds of the flower bell and the retreating, careless footsteps of the boy, something dawned on him suddenly and he spun back around, calling,
"Wait, is it alright if I get your name? Selene is small and I don't see the harm in greeting you with it should we happen to cross paths on the street." his smile could have charmed a rose from its thorns, "Though, I understand if you think it better not to."
Llyr's mind was muddled from the trauma it had suffered throughout his relatively brief life, but, when he managed to separate himself from his impractical digressions, he could be a worthy manipulator. All he needed was a goal and, having discovered information to scrounged, his path, both physically and mentally, was clear.
"I'm Morgan, Morgan Lovelit," he offered his hand again, a gesture of good faith.
The alias had served him well in the past, mere word play on his real identity, and he hadn't had a substantial chance to utilize it since arriving on Selene. tag: Hermes Himizuki ooc: i just now realize that "QAQ" is a crying face -facepalms- song: bad bad things
Like a newborn, Dantalion could interpret things easily and see things in many different point of views. Everything, to him, comes with its own good and bad points. He was very good with reasoning and understanding, in a manner of speech. This, however, was not applicable to Dante, who remained disagree with Leon's idea that dangerous flowers were fine. Logic and rationality do not support the idea of a sane man buying poisonous flowers for interior decoration, no matter how innocent Leon thought of them as lifesaver. Oh, he knew the reason behind his consideration to agree with this man's point very well. The fact the woman who rescued her ran a nightclub by the name of a deadly species of flowers.
However, it never meant to be so literally. His eyes glared at the blonde quietly in the mind of the boy, who flushed and fidgeted when the man patted his head. He's a nice guy, Leon thought and with last bow, he fixed his way of gripping the basket of flowers and made his way to the door. A hand reached out for the door but ceased in the air when the man ought to call for his attention. The red-haired boy blinked and turned his head around so he could face him. A smile innocently pierced on his lips with a tilt of his head.
"Ah...." he made a low sound of wonder and surprise. Well, he did not see that coming. At first, he thought it was a simple conversation which required no proper greeting whatsoever. Haine said name exchanging was a form of courtesy and if one has offered his name, with respect the other person much tell his name as well. It was a polite thing to do and so, with his hand stretched out and held the man's larger hand, he spoke his name. "Dantalion; Dantalion Albion," he said with a nod. He chuckled lightly and added, "Leon will be fine." His eyes observed the rough skin on his palm as he withdrew his hand away from him. "Morgan..." he muttered along.
Surely he will remember this Morgan, for he was indeed a nice guy- maybe one of the nicest persons he has ever met. Leon looked up so his eyes could see his face. Dante was standing by the door, ready to push it open. The boy took few steps backward, having his body facing the door and as he collided with the surface, he exerted extra force on it so it will open. "Nice meeting you, Morgan!" He shouted happily, nodding a bit and turned himself to face the door. Bells jingled indicating he was leaving the shop.
TAGS: @llyr OOC: LOOOOL XDD you just knew? ahahaha!
IF I DON'T GO TO HELL WHEN I DIE, I MIGHT GO TO HEAVEN
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A memory struggled to the surface of his fogged consciousness: running through smoking european streets after a pack of wild dogs that'd ripped apart his second in command. The girl who had risen to replace the newly deceased boy had held Llyr's shoulder in the way someone steadies a gun. She was dark, one of the Romani orphans who always seemed destined for a greatness magnanimous beyond what the world had allowed them, but had hair the color of wine and old blood.
She'd stoked his coarse, golden hair and instructed him on how to track an animal:
"Let him out of you sights. Count. Count in your head to the worst, first number you can and then follow his steps at his pace; never running or pausing to duck behind cover. Once you begin to trail him, you cannot stop because he will not. And when you corner him, keep the pace and him in your sights and then--"
She'd raised her left hand and mimed shooting a hole into the heavens, her other hand fell from his shoulder, and she was gone.
"One," he mouthed as Dantalion turned his back towards Llyr for the second, foolish time, "Two. Three."
The boy was out the door, his exit announced by the tinkling of the flower-bell above the frame, and lugging the basket through the sunny streets. Llyr set the bundle of poison blossoms and pods down for the lone employee to organize.
"Four. Five. Six."
His target was out of sight now, but would still be too close to the shop for Llyr to effectively pursue him.
"Seven. Eight. Nine."
He inhaled softly, savoring the scent of the tension rising in the back of his throat, and then began to walk. Once he was out of Sweet Briar, Llyr noted the distance between himself and the shrinking outline of the boy. Slowing his steps to account for his long legs, the man crept through the light with an obvious awkwardness; he had always stalked his assignments during the night and the glaring sun left him feeling exposed for all of Selene to see. But his quest burned too brightly in the back of his mind to be out done by the day, and he pressed on; his eye glinting in the harsh afternoon ambience.
It was time to see who this pawn was answering to. tag: Hermes Himizuki ooc: smileys throw me for a loop everytime, tbh. = ~= song: bad bad things
