( Private; Moderately Hackable )

Now, Radu. Dear. Sweetheart.

[metal grating on metal]

What have we learned today, hmm?~

[A cough, then a breathy voice that's shaking a bit more than it was meant to do.]

... I'm not sorry. I'll kill you.

[Crooning, soft little voice, like condescending to a child]No, no, sweetie, you won't ( Read more... )

Szayel Aporro, you're a dick. Following through is something like a commitment, you understand. I even promised to be nice, don't be such a tease. Hopefully that Desire was telling the truth, because I am dying for proper company.

Radu on the other hand. I didn't expect you to measure up! You said you'd learned, and, darling, Cirucci's so ( Read more... )

You pull this shit now? When I've only got Szayel Aporro and Nnoitra?

Fuck you, City. You've been too kind, lately. Fuck you.

{ooc: Lust curse, and not a happy camper.}

Aa...

It's the only thing close to being warm again. Not like warm blankets warm, and not like heat warm, I mean warm.

Not dead cold.

That was too close. It's always too close. One of these days I'm not going to be able to keep him from ripping it, and then-

( Filtered FROM Espada // Unhackable // Dietrich's Codes )

I won't be available for a little while.

If you want to talk to me, use this goddamn thing. If you want to see me, too fucking bad. You want to fight, piss off. You want a fuck, go find something else to stick it in. You want anything, go the hell away.

Tch.

( Private; Easily Hackable {Courtesy Octava} )

[tossing, turning, sheets moving]

Hnn...

[a pause, someone listening, groan]

Ah, fuck. Whose turn is it to get up with him?

... I'm tired. And sore.