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Julius nuzzled the back of Yukie's head with his hand while the demons nose were pressed against his neck. Sucking his scent in like a hunger baby. The coil around him cover him more and more but he wasn’t afraid and Yukie wasn’t squeezing him. "I'm going to miss you too, every second. So it’s only fair you'll miss me" Julius said as matter of factly. But kept his tone light and soft. "I'm going to be thinking of you in the exact same way," Julius sighed. "So lets make a deal, we promise to take care of ourself. Meaning we eat 3 atleast times a day, rest and sleep more than 6 hours each night, and if possible we can text or call" Julius thought that perhaps some of it would help. "I'm properly going to be staying at the school, while working on making the place ready. The walls and floorboards are already fixed so it just needs some paint and a bit of furnitures. I can pretty much do that in one day" he wasn’t against staying in one of Yukie’s houses but honestly he was properly gonna drown himself in work until everything was either finished or Yukie came back. He still had the credit card Yukie had given him just in case he needed anything. So Yukie was still taking care of him in that way. "You know where I am. If anything I have much more reason to worry about you. Last time you got kidnaped and druged by the spider tribe and I had to threatened them with burnimg it all down, before they'd release you... If anything happens to you.."Julius shook his head because he began to worry about a lot of 'what ifs. "you better come back in one piece. If you get hurt in any way, there will be consequences." He wasn’t sure himself if it was more like a joke, or if he actually meant it the last part of it. "But hi. We still have time. And I'm gonna spent every second of this time with you, making you miss me so much so you can't belive it. If it makes you comeback just a bit earlier I'm using every trick" the witch chuckled and stroke Yukie's face with his palm. "Your eyes are all puffy like a baby rabbit" Julius comment, trying to lighten the mood a little. "Honestly what to do with you, you are too cute. If anyone else saw you like this, I'd be extremely jealous. Your face is already on the front covers and many seemes to know your past better than I do. But this is only for me." Julius explained before he leaned up and kissed Yukie softly on the lips. "Because you are mine, as much as I am yours." If even Yukie didn’t come back, he would look for him at every corner of the world, and never stop. But he wouldn't let his thoughts get that dark. ------------------------ The night had been long yet had to Yumro felt short. He could never get enough of Haruhi. But he was sexual satisfied and sleep well after washing the other off when Haruhi had passed out in his arms. The sun rose earl here, and it was already up in the sky at 6am. Yumro was just waking up on his own when Shan notified him that they were getting up. Yumro hadn’t forgotten the promise he'd made with Haru about teaching him to fly, among other things Haru needed to know about himself which only himself and Yukie could relate to. Yumro had just sat up in ths bed when he heard Haruhi grumbling under the blanket. To be honest he didn’t regret anything they'd done but it didn’t mean he wasn’t sorry Haruhi had to be sore. He leaned over the cartoon and gently pulled the blanket off Haruhi enough to see his mate's face and gave him a big smooch. "Morning Beautiful~" he whispered knowing Haruhi was still tired. "I'm gonna make the kids breakfast, then I'm come right back to get the bathtube ready for you with some cream for your lower back.. I would love gor nothing more that to reast with you all day. But I made a promise with Haru today. It just gonna be you and Shan today." Yumro spoke although he wasn’t sure Haruhi actually listened or just slept. But he still wanted to explain the reason why he wouldn't be in bed when Haruhi woke up fully. He kissed Haruhi cheek before pulling up and getting himself some clothes to to on before leaving the bedroom. He went straight into the kitchen and began making a bowl of batter and started flipping pancakes.

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Asher’s alpha voice had only just died down when he saw the flicker of disorientation wash over Kaito. He knew Kaito's wolf would have felt something, as he spoken. And that alone might have been very weird for Kaito too. Asher’s wolf wanted to step in, to take over, to close the space between them and hug Kaito physically instead of just using tricks to calm his mate. But Asher got the feeling that Kaito wouldn’t be ready just now for it. So Asher lifted a hand and made a quiet gesture back toward the chair Kaito had just been sitting on a moment ago. “please sit,” he said softly, voice low and even. “Just… for a moment and I'll try to explain.” Kaito hesitated, . He waited until Kaito was seated. Then Asher stepped forward just close enough to be within reach, but far enough not to trigger his wolf. He turned the chair beside Kaito and sat down facing towards him, leveling their height equally. Close, but not touching. Present, but not pressuring. “What i just used was my alpha voice,” he told Kaito as the first thing. “It only works between werewolves, and cause I'm an alpha. But only a few got the power and I was carefully so it wouldn’t hurt you... I.. we.. my wolf and I felt the wolf inside you.. I don’t know how I didn’t know before.. and I'm guessing you didn't know about this either from how you just reacted” The word hung between them. His wolf perked at being mentioned, but Asher couldn’t let it jump ahead when Kaito was barely holding himself together. And Asher wasn’t sure if the thing he felt—the pull, and recognition—went both ways. The mate bond was unmistakable to him. His wolf had stopped pacing and started watching Kaito with the kind of attention it had never given anyone else. It had recognized the sound Kaito made. Recognized the flare of energy. Recognized him. But fated bonds weren’t simple. They weren’t always instant. They weren’t always equal in timing. And if Kaito didn’t feel it —if the wolf part didn’t recognize Asher as his mate... Asher was most sure his heart would break. But Asher could never dump that him. Not when he was scared, confused, and barely accepting that a wolf even existed inside him. So he swallowed the truth. Buried the word burning at the back of his throat. Mate. Not yet. Not now. Kaito needed answers. He drew in a steady breath. “Kaito…” Asher began, watching his face carefully, “whatever is happening, you’re not going through it alone. We’ll take this one step at a time.” He kept his voice calm, deliberate—meant to anchor rather than influence. “I don’t have all the answers yet,” he admitted, because honesty mattered now more than ever. “But I know enough to help you through the parts that feel… overwhelming.” Kaito looked shaken, even lost rightnow. And that made Asher’s chest hurt more than he expected. He shifted slightly, resting one arm across his knee to keep his hands visible, relaxed. “Tell me what you felt , what your wolf told you. If you are comfortable telling me,” Asher said gently. He wasn’t just asking out of curiosity. He needed to know how strong the awakening was. How much the wolf had surfaced. If the connection was one-sided—for now—or if Kaito’s wolf sensed him in the same way his wolf sensed Kaito. Because if Kaito felt even a fraction of that instinctive pull… Then Asher’s life had just changed forever. But he forced himself to stay still, because Asher was determined to be the safe place he needed. Even if the truth between them was already burning under Asher’s skin.

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[山冨] 蜘蛛神さまのΩ Title : Kumogamisama no Ω / 蜘蛛神さまのΩ Author : Yamatomi / 山冨 2023 / Japanese / JPEG

He felt Fang’s body stiffen him, his thrusts momentarily faltering, then resuming with renewed ferocity. The change in rhythm was intoxicating, a desperate, uncontrolled surge. Fang’s hips slammed into him, a final, desperate series of thrusts. He felt the hot gush of cum deep inside him, a liquid fire that filled him. It was like a testament of Fang’s pent-up desire. A silent scream of ecstasy escaping his lips as his own body convulsed, a second, powerful climax rippling through him, sending waves of pure bliss through his core. His muscles spasmed, clenching around Fang’s cock, milking the last drops of his cum. He let himself lean against for a moment, feeling spent and his legs shook, threatening to give out. His chest heaved, trying to catch his breath, the air thick with the scent of their lovemaking. Fang’s arms wrapped around him, holding him tight against his chest, their bodies slick with sweat. He could feel Fang’s heart pounding against his skin, a frantic rhythm that mirrored his own. The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by their ragged breathing. Fang’s breathing against his ear, was just as rough and heavy as his own. Sora smiled, a slow, contented curve of his lips. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to Fang’s jawline, tasting the salt of his skin. He jolted a little when Fang pulled back and the man’s member slipped out of him. He swallowed hard as he tried to stop himself from whining at how emty he suddenly felt. And just as quietly Fang stood up. [Come here~"] Sora felt Fang's hands back on him again pulling him up. Standing on wobbly legs Sora barely had any strength. It felt as if they weren't listing to him, or like someone had done him so hard his muscles were still in shock. He could only stand up right now, because Fang was holding him in this very minute. The second he looked up, Fang kissed him without warning. Sora breathing got caught for an even shorter second before he leaned in to return it. Standing there by the entrance on shaking legs, completely naked and making out with his boyfriend. Made Sora feel so exposed. He wasn’t even thinking if any of his neighbors had heard them. He didn’t care, couldn’t even manage to thing of anything that wasn’t surrounding them right now. All he could think about was how good Fang’s hands felt on him. How comfortable the hand on his lower back supposed him felt. Or how the fingers running through his hair made even his scalp tingle, ticking at the back of his head as his lips was being devoured. He really couldn’t pull into words what Fang did to him. He was just everything. Everything Sora ever needed in a man. Sure they didn’t agree on everything but that didn’t matter in the long run, as long as they could let their guards down and be their honest self with eachother. There was still so much Sora didn’t know about Fang, but he wanted to believe that even without knowing Fang’s feeling, what he felt was the real deal. None of Sora’s past relationships had been anywhere close to this. None had ever made the man fall this hard and so fast. He couldn’t even remotely recall any of them because they'd never tried to built anything more serious. No conected beside that of the flesh maybe. But Fang wasn't the type to he satisfied with just half. Fang craved Sora as a whole being. And Sora felt the same way about him. He felt Fang’s hands running down his body and stopped at his hips just as Fang’s redrew himself from their kiss. Sora looked maybe a bit disapointed as he wanted to keep kissing but the second Fang lifted him of that was quickly replaced. "F-ang!" Sora gasped in suprise, wondering what he was up to now. The human squirmed in embarrassment as Fang slung him up over his shoulder, gave his cheek a playful smack, that earned him an startle groan from Sora. But then he started to laugh without thinking. "You are incredible" he laughed as he felt like a sack of potatoes just hang there while Fang walked. He tried holding onto something but all his hands could get a hold on was Fang’s shirt over firm muscles. The apartment felt different, infused with their passion, the air humming as Fang walked into the bedroom, the plush mattress a welcome sight as Fang tossed him in. Sora landed with a soft thud onto the soft sheets. He looked up to see a flicker of amusement in Fang’s face as he crawled ontop on him. All ready to continue.. but Sora.. well he had a bit of a change in those plans. Sora grabbed the collar of Fang’s shirt and used the power of the other's body weight to roll them over on the bed so Sora got to be the one on top now. Fang’s golden gaze was still hazy with lust, but a flicker of surprise crossed his face. Sora climbed onto Fang, straddling his lap, his knees bracketing Fang’s hips. He leaned forward, his hands reaching for the hem of Fang’s shirt. "This needs off." He tugged at the fabric, pulling it up and over Fang’s head. The werewolf’s torso was a magnificent canvas of muscle, lean and powerful, dusted with fine, dark hair. Sora ran his hands over Fang’s chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hard planes of his pectorals. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Fang’s sternum, then tracing a path down his abdomen, his tongue flicking over the faint lines of his abs. He felt Fang’s hands cup his ass, lifting him slightly, his hips grinding against Sora’s. The friction, sent a fresh wave of heat through Sora’s core. He shifted, adjusting his position, his cock now pressing directly against Fang’s still-hard shaft. He began to move, a slow, deliberate grind of his hips, mimicking the movements of an erotic dancer. He rotated his hips, a sensual circle that drew a low groan from them both. He leaned back, his hands braced on Fang’s chest, his eyes locked with Fang’s golden gaze. He watched the desire flare in those predatory eyes, a hunger that mirrored his own. He lowered himself, a slow, agonizing descent that brought their bodies closer, the heat between them almost unbearable. He began to grind against Fang, a rhythmic sway that built in intensity. His hips moved in a figure-eight, a teasing motion that brushed his sensitive cock against Fang’s, eliciting soft pants from the werewolf. He could feel the familiar throb of blood rushing to his own erection, swelling and hardening with each movement. He leaned forward, his tongue tracing the curve of Fang’s ear, his breath hot against his skin. "I want to ride you.. this time I get to be on top" He whispered, playfully taunting him. He felt Fang’s hands grip his waist, holding him steady, his fingers digging into his flesh. Sora leaned in, arching his back slightly, pushing his chest out. He rotated his hips faster, a quick, almost frantic rhythm that made the bed creak beneath them. He felt the delicious friction of their bodies, skin against skin, the soft squelch of their sweat-slicked flesh. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, the pure, unadulterated pleasure of riding his alpha. He opened them again, meeting Fang’s gaze, a silent challenge in his eyes. He wanted to drive Fang wild, to make him lose himself completely. He wanted to show him how much he was desired, how much he was loved. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the heavy head of Fang’s cock, still hard and throbbing. He squeezed gently, a teasing caress that made Fang's hips bucking beneath him. Sora smiled, a triumphant grin. "Oh, you’re so sensitive," He leaned down, his lips brushing against Fang’s, a feather-light kiss that promised more. He moved his hips, a circular motion that brought his asshole closer to Fang’s cock, teasing by the entrance. He felt Fang’s entire body tense beneath him, a coiled spring ready to release. He wanted to draw this out, to prolong the exquisite agony. He pulled back slightly, then plunged down. He felt the hot, wet tip of Fang’s cock brush against his hole, a sudden, sharp intake of breath escaping his lips as he felt shivers down his spine. Sora leaned back, his hands still on Fang’s chest, his eyes never leaving Fang’s as he began moving his hips, allowing Fang’s cock to slowly breach his entrance. The sensation was exquisite, the stretch made his muscles clench. He could feel the thick head of Fang’s cock pushing past his insides, a delicious invasion. No need for lube. Sora’s was still sticky and wet from before. He gasped, a soft moan escaping his lips as Fang’s cock, inch by agonizing inch, slid in deeper. The feeling of being filled again was intoxicating. He closed his eyes, his head falling back, cry of pleasure escaping his mouth. He felt the full length of Fang’s cock in him, a thick, heavy. His hole clenched around Fang. "Oh, Fang!" Sora whimpered, his voice raw as he began to move, a slow deliberate ride that allowed him to savor every inch of Fang’s cock inside him. He rotated his hips, a sensual grind that brought his sensitive G-spot into direct contact with Fang’s shaft. He felt the familiar pressure building, a delicious ache that spread through his core. He leaned forward, his hands gripping Fang’s shoulders, his nails digging into the firm flesh. He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster, a frantic rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, trickling down his temples. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. He closed his eyes, focusing solely on the sensations, the exquisite friction, the deep, satisfying fullness. He heard Fang’s moans, deep and guttural, a primal sound that ignited something wild within him. He leaned down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Fang’s mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. He bit gently, a playful nip that made Fang arch his back, his hips bucking beneath him. He wanted to push him over the edge, to make him scream his name. He rode him harder, faster, his hips slamming into Fang’s with each thrust. The bed creaked, protesting their frantic movements. The air was thick with their moans, their gasps, the wet, shlicking sounds of their bodies. "I love you"

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[ “Fuck you. Like you get a damn fucking say on my life after the shit you fucking pulled.” ] Sett hung his head slightly, falling silent as Haruhi snapped at him. The fit of rage that he had been avoiding for nearly six years finally coming at him with no mercy at full force. Haruhi threw a glass container of cotton balls at him, barely missing him, the glass shattering all over, but he didnt move. He could now see the hatred in his eyes...Haru had never looked at him like that before. Who knew it would hurt... even after all this time He couldn't help but notice Haruhi’s bleeding hand...it seems even the pain he was in couldn't fully distract him from his presence. But behind all that anger...was so much pain. Pain he didn't want to accept that he was the root cause of. [ ”You fucking left me half dead…Fucking abandoned like some cheap whore to the mercy of my fucking shit hole parents and society.”] Sett bit his lip. No...that was never his attention. "You were better off with out me..." He muttered, watching as Haruhi dragged out his medical supplies from a drawer, taking a shot of vodka before working on his hand. He listened as Haruhi continued, telling him how awful his life had been since he left. How his parents found out about his sexual orientation and made his life a living hell until their death. Hed never tell Haruhi the truth... that he was aware of the way his parents treated him...and had them killed in the car accident... However...Haruhi was never suppose to be in the vechclie with them...After that hiccup he kept his distance. Once again feeling like Harhui was safer out of his life than in it. [ “But even then you didn’t come back!"] "I wanted--" ["They were well known in the medical field I mean their funeral services were massive the medical companies mourned them for weeks….and yet it was me all alone fighting through it all.”] "I was....aware..." He mumbled. [ ”Now! Oh fucking now you show up after I’m finally good…Finally Happy?"] Sett frowned. "Happy? Your fucking happy?!" [" You want to come crawling back with some bullshit like you fucked up, or you wanna play it off as I chose the wrong place to work? WELL FUCK YOU!”] Alright...he deserved that. He couldn't deny it. He honestly wasn't use to Haruhi swearing at him. He never cursed when they were together. He took a step closer when he saw tears running down Haruhi's face. [ ”Shit went south for me right after you abandoned me, I didn’t get prime choices in life."] As Harhui spoke, he listened intently, as he made his way closer and closer to Harhui. He was well aware of Harhui forced roll as the perfect son...but he didnt know how much Harhui hated it. He learned of the pervy men he worked with, the shitty boyfriends before him, (which pissed him off ) The red head was drunk... it was good to see that some things never change. He was still a lightweight. Harhui's ex burned his house down. Beat him up, and apparently stocked him. He took a mental note to deal with that piece of shit later. [" Mishka is kind to me he stood by me through all of the mess. He cleaned up the problems I was facing and he keeps me safe.”] Out of all the people who could come to Haruhi's rescue...it had to be Mishka. ( That little shit...) "He's no better than me..." Sett muttered, doubting that Harhui knew the truth about him. He now stood in front of Haruhi, their eyes finally meeting again...but that harsh look in Haruhi's eyes softened. [ ”It’s more than you ever did when you left me to die.” ] Sett sighed, quickly snatching the shot of vodka Harhui had poured for himself. "You done? ...Would it make you feel better if I let you hit me?" He pulled up another rolly chair, and sat across from Harhui, the two of them at eye level. So much had changed in a six years...But the way he acted to Haruhi..hadn't Sett started where Haruhi left off, grabbing some twisters and taking Harhui's hand, as he searched for more pieces of glass in his skin. He didn't look at Haruhi as he spoke...but his voice was soft...stern. "..In my eyes....you had everything I ever wanted...When we started dating I thought youd be some fling...but...we became more...and the moment you we did...I hadn't realized it put a target on your back..." He pulled out a small piece of glass, setting it aside. " I pissed off another gang and they jumped you in return.. I was only 20 but...it made me realize how badly I fucked up, and knowing I was the reason you ended up in a hospital...I thought you didn't want to see me...I mean...why would you. You were some honor kid going to a private school with both parents, dating a gangster like me who's future was only going to get darker...We didn't stand a chance..." He smirked alittle. Pulling out another piece of glass. He searched the wound for a moment, before searching the room for a needle and thread. When he found them, he began to prepare the tools, slipping the thread into the needle and tying a knote. " It was never my intention to abandon you...I climbed the ranks and kept tabs on you...making sure you stayed out of trouble...until recently..." He shook his head. "You have no idea how hard it tried to keep you out of this world...out of my life..." He looked up at Haru, a hand reaching out to him, as he caught a tear running down his cheek. He was only this soft and compassionate towards Haru...no one else. " I guess there's really no point now...is there..." He sighed, and pulled back his hand, hanging Haruhi the needle and thread. " Take it from here doc...I can't do shit like this."

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[ Yes ahm.. ah only yours] Fang bit a little harder into Sora's shoulder, leaving teeth marks. There was just something about hearing Sora's voice and moans that drove him crazy. How did Sora always know what to say, what buttons to press? He rocked his hips harder, rougher, unable to let up now, especially when Sora was responding so well, silently challenging him by arching his back and welcoming him. He couldn't resist, not when Sora looked so sexy... He sensed the pleasure surging through him, in it was mixed feelings of relief and happiness. As if he'd missed this...missed him. Knowing that his feelings weren't one sided was a deep relief. He paused feeling Sora push back against him, rotating his hips and grinding on him. He was always so use to fucking someone without receiving any effort...but Sora was different. Could he see past his defenses? "Tch--" He grabbed the back of Sora's neck and sharply thursted deeper inside him, the sharp gasp he made, was like music to his ears. This sex was rough and passionate, and with each passing moment Fang was falling deeper and deeper under the humans spell. The smell of sweat and sex filled the room. He doubt Sora could smell his pheromones, or know just how turned on he was. It was a thing typically only werewolves could smell, but still...it was there, extremely faint to a humans nose. [ "Fang..ah please, Fang!"] His body trembled, but Fang couldn't stop. Where did Sora learn this? He remembered him telling him that he was his first... " Are you begging for me?" He whispered in his ear. He could feel how wobbly Sora was, his knees threatening to buckle underneath him but Fang had no intention of going easier. He continued to move his cock in and out of him with such force and precision, that Sora was on the verge of collapsing. He could tell Sora was close to cumming, his knees red and bruised, no doubt hurting from taking his cock on the hard wood floor and against the wall. " Sora--" He said his name in a low growl. The human loved to play games and test his patience. He quickly took notice of how Sora started to hold back his crys, biting down on his lip knowing how much Fang hated when he did that, but he couldn't even be upset, not when he felt the humans insides tighten around him, practically sucking him in and clapping down on him. "Nnngh!-- " He was doing that on purpose! [ 'Oh, you like that?'] His eyes glowed brighter. He loved him... he loved him, far more then he ever could of imagined. " You're such a brat," he muttered through gritted teeth. Fang covered Sora's body with his own, nuzzling into his neck and panting. To his suprise, Sora continued to move his hips. " aah! " Fang felt himself giving in. Usually it would take him longer to cum.. but he was already so close. It felt like Sora was about to snap his dick off. ["Don’t hold back for me." ] That seductive voice filled his ears. Had Sora always been this responsive during sex? They hadn't been this intimate or close for months. [ "Ah ah give it to me, Fang.. Ngh give me everything."] Sora's body started to spasm. Fang pressed his body against the human, pressing him aginest the wall to steady him as his body convulsed. Fang's grip on Sora tightened as he pressed his head against Sora's back and came right after him, holding back his voice as a loan groan escaped his lips, filling Sora up. It was a heated moment. A passionate climax that had the two of them panting. "Fuck..." He whispered. He pulled out of Sora suddenly, immediately getting to his feet. " Come here~" He grabbed Sora's arm, forcing him to his feet, he turned him around and planted a kiss on his lips, running his fingers through his hair. He kissed him long and hard before pulling back slightly. His hands moving to Sora's hips as he roughly picked Sora up and threw him over his shoulder. He playfully smacked his ass, as he made his way to the bedroom. Fang tossed Sora on the bed, eagerly climbing on top of him.

Cory notices that Akira parked the car and then gets out of the car, picking up Cody, "let's go inside... I will really help you." Akira looks at Shuji and chuckles, "watching them got you all horny huh?" He then gets out of the car and then walks to the front door, unlocking it. Shuji laughs a little and follows Akira, "what can I say, watching them really got me excited."

Adrian chuckles a little, "that's my bad, you just... feel so good wrapped around my cock, I couldn't resist."

For hours, Alistair followed Alexander, becoming more drawn in with every interaction the priest had. [ “It’s all right. He’s not here to harm you”] The kamaric weaver peeked his head out from behind a building, curious. The golden boy actually went out of his way to help a child, without receiving any sort of bribe or tithing. Every priest he ever encountered never did anything out of the kindness of their heart. It was rare to see any human do something for someone else without receiving something in return. Two very thin velvet strings formed from the child and mother, strings of gratitude, intertwining and reaching for Alexander, but...they didn't reach him. Or better yet, they couldn't. He watched as the strings floated aimlessly, with nothing to anchor them. Alastair had never seen anything like this. Karmic strings forming only to not connect to a target. Was this kid incapable of connections? Or feelings? [ “Thank you, thank you … please, at least come to our shop … ”] [ “I’m just passing through today. Please take care of him.”] ( He declined? ) He really wasnt going to benefit from helping them? Alistair sighed, hidding himself behind a building again. He covered his mouth with his hand holding back a chuckle. A mix between total excitement...and slight fear. What hell was he?! ------------------------------ Alistair stayed close enough to not loose sight of Alexander but far enough away to hide his presence as the human explored the city, cutting threw alley ways and stopping to admire small things and street performers, and many times Alistair watched as so many people recognized him. An elderly man for a talisman, a little girl for a blessing, and another human gifting him a charm that had faded in strength. And every single time, the golden child responded with kindess, so much kindness that it was starting to hurt his eyes. Why wasn't he annoyed?! He understood getting stopped once or twice...but throughout the day this seemed to happen frequently. Was this priest incapable of being selfish? He couldn't tell if Alexander's gentle voice, kind aura, and so called genuine smile were real or not. Any string that formed from another human failed to connect to him. With every hour Alexander's fascination grew, but so did this dark pit of resentment. Of inadequacy. Of jealousy. Eventually the young priest snuck away from the huge city crowd and hide himself in a tiny tea shop. In there, no one seemed to recognize him. Surely now, he'd stop pretending. He let down his guard, but....nothing changed. He seemed more relaxed, recharging from using his abilities, but still the same. Alexander remained in the shadows watching from across the street. ( There's no way....there's no way he's perfect...) --------------------------------------------------------------------- [ “Show yourself. Why are you here?” ] Alistair felt his heart stop. It was like he had just woken up from a spell. He had become so fixated on watching and following Alexander that he didnt realize how far he'd come, or the fact that the sun had set, and now it was dark with the moon light kissing the earth. Had he stopped hiding his presence? Had he gotten to close? He was only capable of getting half way of this god forsaken mountain because the spiritual pressure surrounding it was suffocating. It felt like he was carrying 100 pounds of extra weight, and with every step closer to the temple, more weight was added. Even the mist that surrounded the mountain affected him. Dulling his senses and abilities. He had gotten too close. His client even warned him not to come here. Alexander had stopped at a narrow clearing, scanning the forest for his presence. He knew he was here, but he didn't seem all that alarmed. Even his tone was calm, he didnt even sound afraid. So... Alistair made the biggest gamble of his entire life. He couldn't determine if alexander's behavior was genuine, he couldn't twist his fate, peeking into his mind or memories, or bend and twist connections he had, and the human could very well kill him. Perhaps this is what humans mean by the phrase, ' curiosity killed the cat.' Alistair slowly emerged from the shadows and fog, stepping into the moonlight. To any normal human, he looked normal, but to Alexander he'd be able to sense his demonic energy. He smiled at him, with dark hair and brown eyes that suddenly turned red. There was no sense in disguising himself as a human anymore. It was rather impressive that he was able to get this far up the mountain, but he definitely wasn't immune to the spiritual presser that protected this place. You couldn't hide the fact that he was uncomfortable, or the fact that he was breathing heavy. " Seems I got alittle too close," he tried to make a joke not wanting to come off as threatening. "You come here often?"

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