.57 [ Video ] Private to Zack | Hackable
[The screen flicks on to a dark room, lit by a single, fat candle on the nightstand that looks like it only has an hour or so left to go before sputtering out for good. The sway of the screen suggests sackdoll mischief, but Karasu seems aware of the recording, glancing at it, or whose holding it without caring before turning his attention back to Angeal.]
So...very lovely...
[Angeal is asleep through this, snoring softly, on his side, back to the camera, blankets drawn up to his chest. Karasu scoots closer, blankets hiding his own seeming nudity as he runs his fingers along the sleeping mans jaw so very tenderly. There is no response when he speaks again.]
Even when asleep he radiates strength...
[His eyes slide to the corners, studying the camera once more. With Angeal still sleeping, he edges closer slowly. Carefully, his hands skim downwards, from jaw to throat and over his shoulder.]
I rather like watching him sleep when I can't...and he rarely ever even knows...
[There's a satisfaction in his voice, shifting again, smirking into the screen, fingers edging beneath the blankets, a satisfied smirk creeping away as he leans down, pressing his cheek to Angeal's shoulder, careful not to awaken him. Still, the SOLDIER is dead asleep, unknowing.]
And he never...wakes...up...
I could do so much more and he still wouldn't-
[And Karasu sits up, intending to slip out of the bed, but the sudden movement is too fast; Angeal's sitting up and grabbing Karasu before he can protest the lack of dignity. And through it all, he is still sleeping, despite the loud, indignant squawk as the demon is dragged against Angeal's chest, blankets flying around them in a flurry.
By then however, the communicator's screen is flashing images of the ceiling and walls as two different stubby sackdoll arms play tug-of-war-with the communicator until it flies off the table and lands on the floor with a clatter, turning off.]
So...very lovely...
[Angeal is asleep through this, snoring softly, on his side, back to the camera, blankets drawn up to his chest. Karasu scoots closer, blankets hiding his own seeming nudity as he runs his fingers along the sleeping mans jaw so very tenderly. There is no response when he speaks again.]
Even when asleep he radiates strength...
[His eyes slide to the corners, studying the camera once more. With Angeal still sleeping, he edges closer slowly. Carefully, his hands skim downwards, from jaw to throat and over his shoulder.]
I rather like watching him sleep when I can't...and he rarely ever even knows...
[There's a satisfaction in his voice, shifting again, smirking into the screen, fingers edging beneath the blankets, a satisfied smirk creeping away as he leans down, pressing his cheek to Angeal's shoulder, careful not to awaken him. Still, the SOLDIER is dead asleep, unknowing.]
And he never...wakes...up...
I could do so much more and he still wouldn't-
[And Karasu sits up, intending to slip out of the bed, but the sudden movement is too fast; Angeal's sitting up and grabbing Karasu before he can protest the lack of dignity. And through it all, he is still sleeping, despite the loud, indignant squawk as the demon is dragged against Angeal's chest, blankets flying around them in a flurry.
By then however, the communicator's screen is flashing images of the ceiling and walls as two different stubby sackdoll arms play tug-of-war-with the communicator until it flies off the table and lands on the floor with a clatter, turning off.]