PopeAlessandros

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Feeling the tension leave his little angel's body, Kuro can feel his own nerves soothing even as his desires pulsate beneath his sore flesh.'I really wish I could just scoop him up and show him that the shy thing is rather quite alluring. Wish I could show him how much I really, truly missed him. . .' Letting out a small sigh himself the demon shivers slightly each time that wing brushes his back gently. His head perks up as Aoba speaks, the compliment making his inner beast wag it's tail and a grin to split his face. Tilting his head to the side he props it up on his knees while looking at the adorable man at his side. “I do my best.” he murmurs, feeling quite self satisfied.

Gazing into those lovely blue eyes Kuro gets a little lost, that questioning expression on the angel's face making him look even more cute than usual and making Kuro raise a questioning eyebrow of his own. Instead of speaking however Aoba makes Kuro's skin thrum as he moves in closer, making the poor demon tremble slightly as he resists the urge to simply devour the delightful little bite. He does unfurl however, shifting so that he can lean a bit closer to the peaceful looking angel, his free hand gripping his knee tightly beneath the water to keep him from running it all over that wet, easily accessible body. He waits, watching, wanting to see what About is up to moving closer to him like that.

His insides want to crumple a little as Aoba starts stargazing, literally, but he keeps himself from pulling back, listening intently despite the fact that Aoba is clearly being too innocent for his own good once again. Clearly missing what his movement had said to the rather needy demon. Without looking up he murmurs, “There's some science behind it, but long story short, out in the county like this, the stars are a lot easier to see.” He lets out a questioning hum when he hears his name on those sweet lips and waits silently for whatever Aoba wants to say. His body is quite keyed up, but he holds his needs tightly and keeps his ears clear of the little voices telling him he's being a fool for not just taking what he wants from the innocent little creature.

He smiles once more at the idea of flying with the angel and nods before realizing that Aoba's not looking up at him as he asks. His loins tighten at the look on Aoba's face as he pouts at his feathers and he can't help but reach out with his free hand and grip his Little Mouse's chin gently. Raising his face up so that they are looking at one another Kuro lets out a soft purring noise as he murmurs, “Of course Aoba.” Leaning in he kisses the angel softly. A rather innocent peck, it lingers for a while as Kuro's hand slides up across Aoba's cheek and into his hair. After a few beats however Kuro pulls back, his hand still in place, and he grins at the smaller man.

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Pulled from his consideration of perhaps spending less time watching his former employee's every day life by the image in the mirror, Fenrir's eyes go a little wide and his stomach drops, the conflicting feelings inside of both support and admonishment of the little angel make him hold his breath as Kuro moves in and makes his intentions shine through. 'Now, he can't miss this, can he? I mean, this is Aoba, but. . .The demon is practically screaming it at this point. . .' Despite being under water, it's easy to tell the state Kuro is in and while he keeps his gaze averted from it, Fenrir can't scrub the image from his mind.

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His Body definitely has some impure attentions it wants to bestow on the cute little angel looking up at him. It sings with all things his inner demon is telling him to do. His very nature is at war with what Kuro knows what he can and can not do in this situation, and in the end he has to force himself back ever so slightly to keep himself from pouncing on Aoba without warning. His fingers slide sadly from those lovely brown locks and he places his hand back on his own lap, telling it to stay there and behave. Aoba's wing brushes his shoulder gently in his turned, leaning position and he shivers at each little touch. He waits however. Waits and watches and smiles at the little mouse he hopes to capture one day. “We can fly together, and work together, and hunt together. I will stay here. I will be with you, and show you what living really is. . . .” His voice is smooth, soft, and his smile is only slightly mischievous.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

With a slight nod Seishu settles against his lover once more, shifting slightly when he moves up a bit against the headboard. His body throbs, his brain growing fuzzy with the pain, but he can feel his control staying firmly in place as long as he holds his tongue. 'If I can just keep from talking until I get the drugs in my system, I should be fine. . .' He smiles, sighing happily as his eyes slide closed. The feeling of fingers in his hair is very relaxing, making him feel a different kind of fuzzy. He can feel his inner voices raging against being pampered, but as he feels the foxy doctor approaching he decides to just ignore them, letting himself sink into the bliss of caring just a little bit longer.

A light growl escapes him as the doctor comes right on in after barely a moment's hesitation and it's clear the doctor heard the sound when he gives Seishu a stern look. “None of the now Night.” he murmurs, shifting the Nightmare Guardian down a bit so he's settled in the right position for an exam. Seishu's head begins to throb more and he growls again, this time out of pure anger. Forcing his fangs down on his tongue keeps it still, but he silently begs Crios to hurry up, for his tongue's sake if nothing else.

Crios can easily sense the discomfort, the glare in Seishu's eyes not lost on him, and without much pretense he injects the guardian with the painkiller, watching as he visibly relaxes under it's powerful influence. Seishu gives him a grateful smile, watching through half lidded eyes as the foxy doctor turns his attention on to Inui. 'He's a good man. He takes good care of everyone. . .I hope he's not holding Enasi's actions against him. . .He was. . .Upset. . .Everyone does silly things when upset. . . .' Sighing, Seishu settles back against his lover, his lids falling even further. With the pain dulled, he's feeling a bit drowsy once more.

Inui notices the sleepiness, but still wants some kind of answers about what happened. He carefully moves in close to his guardian after he's been checked out and settles as near as he can to the man before asking softly, “What happened Master Seishu?”

Despite the drowsiness, the sound of his underling calling for answers from him is enough to rouse the sleepy guardian. He looks down into those lovely rubies shining out from beneath ebony bangs and he smiles softly. “Well, like in my realm, there are certain beings who don't like what they see happening and seek to change it.” Inui's eyes widen and he scoots in a little closer, half laying on Seishu. The painkillers do a marvelous job of keeping the pain away and the white haired guardian is able to stay put without flinching, leaning back against his lover as one hand comes to settle on the little one's back.

“Someone here thought, that if I was gone, that Enasi would “go back to normal”. See, they saw us becoming closer as a bad thing, because their hate of us and our realm was, and still is, very, very strong.” Inui nods, understanding the words, but not really getting that level of hate. He recalls all the eyes that used to give him funny looks and would turn away when he was around and feels the urge to cuddle closer to his guardian. He doesn't even notice as Rasha and Rue flutter in through the window and take a seat on the sill to listen. Rasha purrs ever so softly as Rue pets him, both sets of eyes locked on the wounded guardian.

As Crios listens, resting against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest, he feels a touch of gratitude that Seishu isn't just running the dreams and dream minions into the ground right out the gate, as he has every right to do given what they did. He feels truly grateful to the man, and has even more hope for the combining of their two realms.

Up upon the roof a certain long eared someone sits listening as well. Having seen the little fairy winged boy drifting towards his lord's room with the troublemaker he thought he may as well come check out what's up with the two guardians, stopping when he heard Seishu speaking softly to his underling. He too is glad of Seishu's thoughtfulness and smiles as he stares off into the sky. 'Bless you Night, for keeping your hope. . .'

“You see, change is very hard for some people, and when that change goes against everything they've come to believe, it's that much harder.” Seishu goes on, feeling the press of positive around him but ignoring it in order to remain focused on his lovely, pale little Inui. “These dream denizens think all the changes that Enasi has been going through were bad. And you all as well.” His eyes sweep over the others in the room before falling back on Inui. He feels the siblings settle outside the door to listen and he can't help but smile a little wider.

“So, when I foolishly went tottering off on my own, they took the opportunity to remove me, like one would remove a disease from an otherwise healthy body in hopes that the damaged parts would recover.” Inui looks at his master with shock, trying to understand how someone could see the man like that. Seishu smiles a little wider, touching the smaller male's hair gently. “They thought, with me gone, everything would return to the way it was, and they could have their “pure” realm and lord back.” he lets out a soft sigh. “They don't understand that they more hate they have, the more they think of the realms as separate and and try to push them further apart,the more damage they are doing to both sides.”

Inui shakes his head, burying his face against Seishu's chest for a moment before looking back up at his guardian. “Why didn't anybody tell them? Why doesn't anybody tell us?”

His question is quite, simple, and honestly a good one, but the only answer Seishu can give, is an incomplete one. “Because, that's how things have always been. The guardians know, but their underlings don't. I suppose it has a lot to do with the two of us not wanting to burden you all with the weight of it all. With the knowledge that the balance is so fragile a thing, and risking you all becoming too scared to act, or to zealous in your action. The balance is for guardians to know, and only we can truly understand it, can feel it, so I guess, it has always felt our duty alone to bear the knowledge quietly and simply do our best to maintain it. . .”

Those listening remain quite, not sure what to say, and after a few beats, Seishu goes on. “So, anyways, I was taken away to the human realm, cloaked, and then the underlings tried to weaken me so that they would be able to remove me completely.” Inui looks up in shock, the fear inside him growing, threatening to take him over. He's had no practice keeping the bad feelings inside him down, at least not the intense once, so Seishu takes a moment to wrap it up with his energy before going on. “They weren't very good though. I've had worse beatings inside nightmares.” He gives the young minion a brave smile, making him smile back.

With a gentle sigh, Seishu goes on. “Anyways, they tried to weaken me, but the search party found me before they could follow through with their plan, and then I was brought back here.” He leaves out Enasi's little episode, wanting to talk to his lover about it personally before anyone else tries to help. He may not be a dream denizen, but he feels he understand what happened to Enasi better than anyone else. He knows very well what it feels like to want to smite his underlings.

Inui nods, accepting the summary of the end and lays his head on his master's chest. “What happened to the ones who took you?” He asks, his eyes glowing slightly, clearly wanting to lay down some of his own justice on them.

New Eyes and an Old Soul

*Rolls about waiting*

We'll take the low road.

Amano is still glaring into his pillow when he hears the door open and close. The click of the lock stills the snap in his throat as he realizes that it must be Illiendi. All the other staff wouldn't dare to presume to lock themselves in with him. 'I suppose it could be one of my brothers, wanting to have some time to torment me, but. . .Now that I think about it, I can feel it's. . .' His body shivers as the word 'Master' ripples across his hot skin. He doesn't miss the questioning tone, but he doesn't really feel like answering right away. His stomach still burns with his fury over his father's actions. Not only this time, but every other time as well. All the times he's knows stuff like this to happen, and every time it was so damn obvious that even his mother knew it had.

He listens to the sound of Illiendi crossing the room and can feel his skin jumping as he heads for the now obviously open window. When the footsteps stop he pushes himself up sharply, turning so he sitting with his back to the headboard, his knees tucked up against his chest. As he wraps his arms around them he glares towards thew window past the demon and lets out a disapproving hiss through his nose. “You see her? See her down there?” There is a hint of venom in his voice. “The young tart my father decided to ravage right outside our very home? What if mother had wanted to go to the garden, hmmm? What if one of her friends came by.” He scoffs. “Not that I call them friends. She keeps seeing them, even though they all make it obvious they know she's being made a fool of. . .”

His glare moves to his own knees, his arms tightening tensely. His stomach turns. “And I had to just sit here and listen. If I had said anything or even let him know I saw, the support I have from him now would vanish. He very well may have tried to ruin my name in my absence even.” He shudders, pulling in tighter. “Listening to those sounds, just imagining what I'd like to do to him had I the courage, or even the reputation to do so. . .” He sighs, realizing he's sounding like a petulant child again and hides his face behind his knees. “Sorry, I'm being childish. I just get, so angry, when stuff like this happens. . .” Looking over his knees a faint smirk comes to his lips as he looks over at Illiendi, his eyes sharpening. “When we get back, I'll do something about it.” There's a fierce determination behind his eyes as he says this, the strength returning to his voice, the childish anger fading.

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

'Well, he seems cheerful enough. I'm glad' Smiling back at the man, Viltez nods and finishes his final checks before heading to the door. Holding it open for Aryx he closes it behind them, the sun above warming his skin and calming his nerves a bit. He knows the heat can sometimes be a problem with his furry tail, but the light means being able to see his work better. Better view, faster work gets done. “Well then, I'm off. I hope you have luck Mister Aryx.” He flushes lightly, wondering if he should still be calling the man 'Mister' now that they've. . .

Shaking his head he waves, smiling with a faint flush as he heads off into town. The people who see him coming smile and wave and he returns the gestures. His skin dances a little, wondering if anyone suspects anything. He can't recall being too loud, or sounding inhuman or anything, but away from his new friend the beastman's old fears and nervousness arise and are given voice, making him far more alert than he normally is around the visitor to their small, quiet village.

A man calls him over, a full basket of apples in his arms. He asks Viltez to test them for flavor. “Sure Mister Willus.” He replies, his usual chipper face in place. The smile isn't exactly false. He doesn't hate this man, and to tell the truth, he kinda likes him. But the fear, the fear always there, waiting to consume him, keeps him from ever being truly happy. “The apples are great sir!” he chimes, the note of enthusiasm making the grower smile. Back on his path moments later, he wonders how many can actually see through the mask. How many of them pity his just enough to not call him out on his false nature.

His mind drifts back to the forest. Running around, laughing, his tail relaxed and zipping about with ease and precision. 'I had fun out there, just being myself. . .' A shiver runs through him however as he approaches his first job of the day. A chill runs up his spine as he recalls almost getting caught by someone out there. In all his enjoyment, in all his foolishness, he knows he could have been caught. He knows that all these smiling faces could have been transformed in an instant if someone saw, reported back to the village. 'The price of fun. . .Is it too high? Is fear the only thing keeping me alive?' He almost wishes that he could regret his actions, but then Aryx's face passes behind his eyes.

“Hello Miss Tarsha!” he calls, waving at the middle aged woman sitting on her porch. She waves back and calls for him to make sure the fence is done up right this time before going back to her knitting. He'd done it right, every time he's repaired this fence, she simply has a little problem involving grand kids, and horses. 'Mister Aryx looked so happy too. Like we were sharing something special. I mean, it was just a romp in the woods, but the way he smiled. . .' His hands feel warm as he picks up the tools for the job, and a soft smile plays on his lips the entire time he works. He can't imagine denying that many any smile he can provide. His skin flushes under the heat of the sun, but he knows very well that it's not the sun making his cheeks pink as he takes his pay from Miss Tarsha and moves on to the next task of the day.

He works hard, and earns some relaxation time with the man who likes to simply spend time playing games and talking off a patient ear. Viltez listens, smiling, playing the board game with his usual poor skills. He's not exactly bad at the game, but the sooner he loses, the sooner he can move on and maybe get some shopping done before heading off to the mill. Unfortunately, the man is in a particularly talkative mood and he actually has to excuse himself to head to the miller for his afternoon job. He gets a little extra for the chatter however and smiles in true gratitude as he takes his coins.

The work at the mill is hard, and occasionally Viltez finds himself simply staring off towards the forest. The mill rests atop a hill, giving him a good view of the dark treetops dappled with the occasional flash of color in the form of birds. He wonders what Aryx is up to. If he's been successful. If he will come home and want a bath or have any other needs. Humming softly, he decides to get everything ready for the man once he gets home. 'Maybe. . .Maybe if I make the place inviting enough, he'll. . .he'll stay a little longer. . .' He turns his eyes back to his work, his own muscles beginning tom complain from all the lifting and twisting.

The sun sets the forest ablaze with it's fiery light giving it a brilliant hue as sundown comes over the village. Still working hard, the beastman finds himself thinking once more about getting some food to add or replace the elk, depending on how the hunt turns out. He asks for a short break to grab some things from the market and is shooed off, the miller knowing that everyone is packing up at this point. Racing down the hill he lets himself go at full speed until the market comes into view where he slows to a trot. Not completely sure, but he has a good idea that humans aren't normally so fast, or sure on their feet.

Indeed, everyone is packing up, but with a few well placed smiles and a good amount of flattery, he snags some good cheese and some of the apples from the morning, along with a couple old sweet rolls that would have been tossed had Viltez not asked for them. The baker insists on baking things fresh each day, but Viltez has no problem with hours old rolls dripped with honey. Once he has his food secured he makes his way back to the mill, working an extra half an hour at the end to make up for the break.

He gets home just as the last orange glow begins it's retreat from the sky and is both nervous glad to see that Aryx isn't waiting outside. He would never want the man to have to wait on him, but the longer he goes without seeing his face the more he worries that he never will again. Not ready to panic yet however he heads inside and lights his lamps, putting the food in the kitchen before heading to the bathroom to prepare a nice hot bath. It takes some doing, but eventually the water is just right, the fire beneath the tub keeping it just the right temperature, and he's even laid out some clothes for Aryx should he need them.

'The forest can be rough, and depending on how he went about hunting. . .' He looks around and notices the bow gone, smiling and nodding as he heads to the kitchen to organize things a bit while he waits. His body cries out for the bath in the next room, but he simply ignores it, reminding himself over and over that it's for Mister Aryx, not himself. He doesn't have to control himself long as soon after he settles into the kitchen he hears a knock at the door. 'He doesn't have to knock, but I suppose I've never told him that' It never even crosses his mind that it could be someone else coming to call. He just knows, it must be Mister Aryx.

Smiling he opens the door. “Mister Aryx, welcome ba-” He stops mid sentence. The look of the man sends a slight fright through the beastman and without another word he reaches out to pull Aryx inside. Taking the bow and arrows away, he sets the rope atop them and begins looking his guest over worriedly. “What happened Mister Aryx? You look like you we chased or fell into some brambles or something!” He Reaches up tot try and remove some burrs from the man's hair but stops himself as his mind snaps back to the tub waiting in the next room. “Come, I got the bath ready for you. We need to get these scratches cleaned up and burrs out of your hair before things get worse!” His voice is clearly worried, his tail sneaking out to wrap around the dragon's arm and he gives the wild looking man a swift hug. His hand slides into Aryx's and he turns to lead the man to the bath, hoping nothing too horrible happened. That something isn't going to chase him off.

Make Me Purr, or Roar. . . ~ PopeAlessandros x Crawkid

Nodding at the permission to use a more familiar name for the Seraas he keeps most of his focus on the plate before him. 'So, Allen, I can talk to him informally, but how much so? Gah, I wish I knew more! I should have been reading all of those daily. . .' He eyes the papers hidden away behind the glass doors and wonders if the creature would find it rude for him to read them while he's right there. 'Probably. . .He's right here, so, I should find out from him. He seems. . .He seems pretty lax on the formality. I mean, that adorable little “thanks” when I gave him his plate. . . .' Mentally shaking himself he feels a jolt of joy and pride at the compliment, sitting up a little straighter.

“Yes, well, I have been living alone for some time Master Allen. It's only natural I've worked hard to treat myself, and today, having a guest. . .” he flushes slightly, looking back to his food, coughing slightly as he eats too fast. Flushing deeper he wipes his chin and looks anywhere but at the Seraas in his embarrassment. After a moment he glances at Allen and smiles faintly. “So, may I ask if there's anything you wish of me Master Allen? Is this just a visit, or a check-up, or has something happened, or. . .” His voice trails off as he realizes he's rambling, flushing again as he goes back to eating without another word. He chides himself as little wisps of wind die slowly, having whipped up in his excitement.

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Watching the exchange with a faint smile Kiel brushes her hair quietly, glad to see Sarah interacting with someone so calmly, besides himself. 'Before she was afraid to even talk to my brothers of the cloth, but here with Zach. . . .It's almost like he's her big brother or something' Giggling softly at the thought he covers his broad grin with a hand, his eyes dancing as he looks between them. He continues working diligently on her hair, smoothing the soft curls down into something cute and manageable. Once it's done she stands up happily and gives the priest a hug before settling into her seat at the table to eat. She looks to Zach and smiles, nodding shyly at the idea of walking around looking at the flowers.

Kiel turns and goes back to eating, setting aside the brush to clean out later as he watches the two little ones interact. Humming happily he looks towards the church, the sliver he can see of it through the window calling to him as he reminds himself of how foul his mind had gotten during the night. 'I should spend some time in the chapel today, praying. I need to wash this from me if I am to continue being around little Zach. . .' Nodding to himself he looks back at the other two, smiling cutely. “That sounds wonderful you two, and while you're enjoying God's creations I can get to some work I have to do in the church!”

Sarah nods, not looking completely thrilled that Kiel won't be coming with, but clearly not considering it a deal breaker. She looks back at Zach with a half hidden smile, tugging at her hair out of habit. The priest recognizes the nervous action and reaches over, giving her hand a squeeze. “I shouldn't be gone long Sarah, and Zach will look out for you, okay?” She looks back at Kiel, then nods again, squeezing his hand back before digging into her food. The priest does likewise, giving Zach a look clearly reading 'sorry to put this on you like that'.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Kuro is careful to keep his distance, Aoba's discomfort clear and, unfortunately, understandable. Inside his head the demon begins playing ideas of getting closer to his little angel, scenes and scenarios slipping and twisting through his brain until at last Aoba moves, catching his eye. While Aoba may have morals against staring, Kuro certainly does not and watches with a goofy grin as the other man strips and climbs quickly into the tub. He wonders vaguely what it would be like to see desire in the smaller male's eyes, to see him looking, without shame. With passion, not embarrassment. Following Aoba in he lets out a long groan. He may be healed, but his body is still in no fit state for activity at the moment, and the hot water feels good against his soreness.

“Yeah, it is. . . .” he murmurs, smiling at the little angel and relaxing against the side of the tub. Despite his relaxed state however he keeps his eyes on the other, feeling both possessive and protective. Even though he knows the battle between he and his brother will keep any demons away for some time, eventually scroungers will come, looking for the remnants of the loser, thinking that they could gather some scraps from whoever it was that got trashed by hell's second. 'Well, too bad guys and gals, I lived, and feeling more lively all the time' He chuckles silently, his eyes narrowing as a shudder goes through Aoba, causing ripples to tickle his skin as they strike. Raising an eyebrow he wonders what his dear angel doesn't want to talk about, but doesn't push for an answer.

Instead, he decides to be cute. Slowly, ever so slowly, he begins scooting closer and closer to Aoba, keeping his eyes open and interested, cocking his head at the question as he moves along towards the man. “Hmmmmm. . . .” he hums quietly, thinking vaguely of many, many ideas that involve testing the boundaries of their relationship, but as he knows Aoba is nowhere near on that subject he instead puts some real thought into it, all the time shifting closer.

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Face buried firmly in his hands it takes all of Fenrir's effort to keep himself from praying. Praying what exactly, he doesn't know. What he does know that any prayers at this point would lead to trouble for little Aoba. So, he refrains, all the while screaming in his mind for the young angel to get a clue about the lusty demon growing closer and closer, his intentions a giant flashing neon billboard across his forehead.

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When at last he is as close as he can trust himself to get, the feathery wing behind him keeping him from leaning back but he doesn't mind, he props his head up on his knees and turns his gaze towards the middle of the tub. “now. . . .” he murmurs, his eyes going a little out of focus as he thinks. “Now, we take care of the crops, we care for the animals. . .We learn new skills, we spend time together, we play, have fun, we stay alive. . .” His eyes focus once more as he looks down at the angel, a soft smile on his lips. “We take each day, as it comes, and we live it. Simple as that.” His smile widens slightly, his head tilting cutely to the side as he keeps a stranglehold on his more bestial urges.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

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When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

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