WHO: Tyki Mikk |
simplyteasing and Grell Sutcliffe |
hesakillerqueen WHERE: Noah Mansion!
WHEN: 3am
WARNINGS: Blood and torture.
SUMMARY: Grell turned fabuu and killed some people. Tyki does not like his house to be dirty. Antics ensue.
FORMAT: Para.
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Dude looks like a laaaaaaaaady~! )
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"I'm not going to kill you," Tyki stated, tone still flat, nearly bored, his smile vanishing the more his arm became real. There was very little Pleasure in killing a man so easily, and Grell had made no secret of his ambivalence toward death at the moment. "You'd like that too much, I think. Or continue to act bored to spite me."
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Grell's blow hurt him, connecting with a solid thwack that left Tyki disoriented, his jaw snapping up, mouth clicking closed loudly and painfully. He rejected the rest of the world around them both out of sheer, animal reflex, creating a vacuum so sudden and potent that it wrenched air molecules from around both he and Grell, creating a miniature sonic-boom within the room that left both the doorway and parts of the hallway decimated.
"--Ah. Tch."
This, he decided, would be coming out of ( ... )
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"Let us part with a passionate kiss-" He wanted to repeat that line immortalised in his mind from his battle with Sebastian, one of the best nights of his life, wanted to say it again and immortalise this night too - but it almost felt like something was clenching his ( ... )
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"Grell," he whispered low, leaning into the man, his neck arching just so at the play of heat against his skin. "You forget who the master of the house is." Tyki's fingers stretched and splayed, threading themselves around the thing carefully, softly caressing it as though he were handling a lover's breast. "And I've already said that you won't be dying tonight -- not if I have my way. It would be too quick an ending to our relationship."
Tyki cautiously prodded a finger at Grell's heart, hoping he wouldn't go into cardiac arrest just yet. There was so much ( ... )
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"Oh do stop it," Grell chided in what was nearly a scold, pushing back and regretting it immediately, swaying on his feet but managing to steady himself. He could probably thank his Shinigami endurance for surviving this night so far, but not even that could protect his somewhat more fragile heart in this sort of position. He still managed a disapproving stare - though his weight was really all supported by his grip on Tyki's shirt. "I just can't stand people who can't make up their minds." He gave a weak prod over the area where Tyki's own heart should be, about a moment before Tyki prods his own and makes him grit his teeth, makes him feel like he's been stabbed. Once he catches his breath again, he continues his admittedly light scolding ( ... )
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He tilted his head, and looked down the bridge of his nose at Grell, fighting the urge to tear out his heart then and there. "I've been nothing but truthful with you, Grell. Nothing but."
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"I have never lied to you." He cocked his head, one hand resting comfortably on Tyki's forearm, giving the Noah an incredulous look. "It seems even a creature like you can believe an illusion. I never told you I was the Grell you saw; you simply accepted it as apparent truth!" His own grip tightened considerably, and the expression fell dead from his face, leaving deadpan blankness in its wake. "I never told you I was human. But the fact you couldn't recognize my true nature isn't a terrible surprise; I am a top-rate actress, after all."
What was prompting him to be so forward? Exhaustion, for one, and irritation/frustration/anger at Tyki, for two, and for third, he could really just drop to the floor and kill himself if he really wanted to. Despite death's easy nature, however, he still felt a healthy respect for it and chose to avoid it as long as possible. Still, he now had a modicum of control and it was bolstering him.
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"The fact that you had to hide t his facet of yourself from me is lie enough." Tyki nearly spat, eyes narrowing, all humor falling from his face. "If you can't be both, then stick to the most true and quit pretending. It's disgusting."
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"The theatrics are the best part. Life itself is one painfully brief play, whether a Shakespearean epic or a nameless little street show." He smirked, baring his teeth in the grin. "Don't blame the actress for playing her part so well that not even you could see through it."
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