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[ how long has it been since yuu had been turned, he wonders. how long has it been since the bastard that killed their family hurt his best friend in ways that can never truly be expressed? what ferid has done is unforgivable and every since yuu woke up with slitted pupils and sharp incisors, he's told himself that he would find a way to make ferid hurt for what he did. make him hurt and so very much more. killing their family had been an act of supreme cruelty, but over the years, his anger had turned inward, hating himself for being weak and unable to protect them. turning yuu, however... that has proven to be ferid's death warrant. it's why he's hoping that on the excursion he and yuu are making today, they might run into him. sure, ferid is a seventh progenitor, but he was turned by the queen of vampires herself. he'd been immeasurably strong then, a mere half vampire before he drank human blood for the first time. now, he's a complete vampire with gleaming crimson eyes and a future of being forever sixteen. his strength has increased, as well as his speed. and he has something ferid does not: a reason to win.

but whether he and yuu will run into ferid is still a question. the reason they came to sanguinem, the city where it all began, is not to seek revenge. hands clasped and fingers entwined with yuu's, he's guiding the way down narrow alleys and wide bridges toward the large castle at the zenith of sanguinem. they're seeking out the queen of vampires, third progenitor krul tepes. the one who had turned him in order to keep him alive. before leaving sanguinem last time, she gave him a singular order: to find yuu and protect him from the vampires and humans. having failed to do that, he intends to set things right by asking the queen for help to turn yuu back. he doubts she'll outright help them. like all vampires, she finds humans to be detestable. nothing more than livestock and completely untrustworthy. but he knows krul's castle like the back of his hands. he knows the library is huge, a collection amassed over centuries. and he intends to search it from top to bottom so he might find an answer.

glancing sideways, he checks on yuu. undoubtedly, his best friend and lover doesn't want to be here. sanguinem means dark dreams for both of them, but perhaps more so for yuu. during their time here as children, he'd been content because he'd been with his family. he'd been willing to offer himself to ferid for his family's sake. yuu, on the other hand, had always hated the vampires, hated being "livestock". and while he'd lived in sanguinem for eight years, yuu was able to escape... only to be brought back. it's not something he'd wanted to do, but in order to help yuu, he knew it was necessary to come.

he gives yuu's hand a gentle squeeze and raises a brow. they're drawing closer to the castle, as well as their old "home" where they'd lived with the other hyakuya orphans. there are different children living there now. children that don't trust him and see him as only a monster. they would probably look at yuu the same way, so he gives yuu's hand a gentle tug and guides him away from the alley that would take them to that door. they head up stairs, not bothered by other vampires thanks to his status as the queen's pet. some give yuu a strange look, especially given the normal human clothes he's wearing (a necessity; he couldn't very well walk into sanguinem wearing a jida uniform). he hopes the looks aren't bothering yuu much. he smells like a vampire and the slitted pupils tell that yuu is most certainly a one, but like he had been before his complete change, there's something that seems off. the bright, bright green eyes are a slight clue. the black demon sword at yuu's hip is another. however, few would ever dare approach for fear of angering the queen's pet and thus the queen.

they're approaching the castle doors now and he has yet to release yuu's hand. when they reach the huge, double doors, he pauses and turns to yuu. reaching out for yuu's other hand, he gives a weak smile. ]

Ready?

blackflight

[ the feed opens, a view of a rather disgruntled and displeased young man seen through someone else's eyes. wrathion is hunched over, a scowl on his lips as the crimson flame that emanates from his eyes flickers. he has a hand raised, caught in the grasp of hands much paler than his own. and it's these pale hands that are the current source of his ire, his eyes narrowed as he glares at them while they continue their work of filing down the wickedly sharp talons that tip his fingers.

a huff escapes him as he squirms. ]

My dear prince, remind me why I must sit through this.

exploitations

[ the setting is fitting enough. the large ballroom within stormwind keep is swathed in colorful drapes and banners, heralding the special occasion. but though he's a guest of honor (the first since onyxia's time and certainly the only to openly admit what he is), he can't help but find the elaborate decorations and festivities to be a bit much. a touch over dramatic, perhaps. he still prefers the quiet of the tavern in the mists. but anduin had insisted and sometimes he simply cannot deny his prince.

that doesn't mean he has to like it, though. and he's certainly not having the best of time at the moment, leaning against a wall with gleaming eyes boredly watching couples weave across the dance floor. he's unaware of the whispers of young women who have their eyes set on him, hoping he might ask them to dance. the crown prince is doing as much, having taken several young ladies onto his arm since the ball began, dancing with each in turn as he grins and smiles at his subjects. his dragon, meanwhile, is left to watch. because if he did wish to dance with any of the young women pining after him, he wouldn't know how. mortal dances are the kind he's not very good at.

so he watches, eyes following anduin especially as the young prince sweeps another lady across the floor in a graceful turn. there's a slight pang of jealousy, natural given how possessive he is of his prince at times (always in private and only between the two of them), but he can't begrudge anduin for participating. appearances must be kept and they both know that anduin will likely marry one of these girls some day. yet even as he reminds himself of that, his lower lip continues to jut out in the hint of a pout that mixes well with the occasional wafts of steam that sift past his lips. ]

alchimia

[ first deito!!! or smth idk we'll just pretend they're someplace with restaurants nearby because how does one go from a place with no fourth wall to one that does? and yes, he's totally still dragging mustang by his collar. deal with it.

mustang asked. he wanted it. there's no backing out now. this is really happening. though, where they're going to get a dog tail, idefk. ]

alchimia

[ the wind is bitter cold, the snow on his face making it chafe and he can feel the flush of blood in his cheeks from the chill. he's hardly dressed for the weather and any more time spent outside could be the death of him. ironic, after how far he's come...

and how far he's come... he's not really sure how he came to be here or how. one moment was munich, the next, well, it looks like northern amesteris, but he can't be sure. at least there's a cabin ahead, but from the looks of it, the flags make it a military outpost. how much welcome he'll receive there is difficult to say. the fullmetal alchemist has been missing for two years, last seen in central before he'd disappeared beneath the city. he doesn't even have his watch anymore, so who would believe him if he said who he was?

they're dark thoughts, much like the questions in his mind. like the question of how he came here, in the blink of an eye, after trying and failing to find a way home through the stars. but also like the question of who now will take him. is his brother even alive? had he succeeded? and what about...

the colonel. again, like the night he'd met mabuse, the image of mustang flashes through his mind. was he alive? had the colonel succeeded in killing the fuhrer? the last time he'd seen him, he'd hardly had the chance for a proper goodbye. a mere brush of hands. a light touch between two men who'd finally come to understand each other. and then he'd been gone.

when he'd first woken up in munich, he'd told himself he wouldn't have regrets. but he does and many of them centered on what little time he'd had to spend with the man who had inspired him to move forward. it's too much to hope that he might see mustang again, even if the men at the outpost believe him. so he doesn't hold onto that hope. not like the way he grips his brown coat closer in hopes of warding off the cold.

the cabin is only a few feet ahead of him now. and he's grateful for that much because the wind is whipping his long hair, making it hard to see ahead of him. if there's anyone standing guard, they'll likely see him sooner than he'll see them. ]

alchimia

[ the man is pretty quick thinking, he'll give him that. but when he speaks, ed is hardly any more impressed than he was earlier. the words coming out of schneizel's mouth sound remarkably like a speech thrown his way by another person. and he hated dante for it.

his eyes narrow. ]

Why wouldn't I? When you get down to it, regardless of status or strength, everyone's just a bunch of basic chemicals. Assuming anyone is more's just arrogance.

[ ooc: continued from here ]

chemeia

[ It's late in the evening, but parties are still going on around the city. With the grand ceremony for the new fuhrer's inauguration scheduled for the morning, the city is ripe with anticipation. It seems everyone is excited to see the General Roy Mustang take office, except perhaps two important people. The fuhrer-to-be and the young woman who is standing at the door to Roy Mustang's large estate home. She doesn't knock on the door, rather uses alchemy to let herself in. And from the silence she finds inside, she can tell that the guards and house crew have been dismissed for the evening. Probably not a wise idea on the night before he's made the strongest man in the nation, but she knows he's capable of protecting himself. She's expected the house to be as silent as it is and takes advantage of the silence to quietly make her way down the halls.

Stealing away from her brother's side for the evening had not been easy. Coming up with an excuse had been even more difficult. But she's here now and in clothing she hasn't worn for years. They're a black shirt with matching short skirt and a heavy belt that hangs on her hips, all covered by a now worn and faded red cloak. The clothing of her office when she had once been the Fullmetal Alchemist. When she had served under the new fuhrer, when he had been just a colonel. They were chosen specifically for the evening, an evening that means a lot, despite how little either of them are celebrating.

When she finally finds the sitting room, for a few seconds, she leans against the threshold. Mustang's chair has its back to her, facing the fire, but she doesn't have to see him to know what he'll be doing. She doesn't have to step into the room to know he'll be cradling a glass of brandy in one hand, a book in the other. A night meant to be spent alone, despite how momentous the occasion is. Tomorrow will be the culmination of all the goals he's had, every step he's taken has been to this moment. And she knows what he's lost along the way. Friends, loved ones, his innocence, and what could have been a normal life. It's because of those losses she's here now.

Quietly, she pushes away from the doorway to step further into the room. Old, clunky leather boots thunk against the gleaming wood floor and announce her presence with each step that takes her closer to him. She doesn't say a word, however. She'll wait for him to speak first. If he even speaks at all. ]

alchimia

[ The days have passed exceedingly uncomfortably for him since being bodily removed from Iki. It's been difficult for him to sleep at night without the usual warmth of Al by his side. His muscles ache too, not having been able to get a regular massage either. Without Al, he's a near mess. The kind of hopeless mess he had been before Al had arrived in Ukiyo, and though he occasionally sees his brother on their rounds or in whispered conversations over their fansuwoths, it's not the same. He aches for his brother, like an ache has settled in his chest and won't let go. And he can still remember the sensation of his brother's body against him, leaving him awake in the middle of the night, hard and needy.

Now, he's flopped over on his futon with a mess of blonde hair draping around him. His fingers poke at the fansuwoth and he's considering calling Al again, despite knowing that it won't heal his loneliness. In fact, he knows he should at least talk to Al if he wants to avoid another lecture from Sakura. So with a sigh, he finally dials the number to his brother's connection and waits for the screen on Al's side to flicker to life. ]

chemeia

[ooc: continued from here.]

With me.

[ A quiet acknowledgement as their foreheads come together. Pulling her hands forward, they palm over Al's chest where, regrettably, she cannot feel the steady beating of Al's heart under her cold, steel fingers. But he's warm under the touch of her left hand, and that's enough.

He says he wants to stay with her, and she knows that the phrase alone carries a lot of meaning. She's always known Al's slight wish for a home, after losing the one they had. She's always known about Al's desire to remain tied to Amestris, if not through a home, then through the people they've met. She's felt it too. But she's tired of the demands Central has for them both. She's tired of the way the state expects her, as the only person to have ever completed a successful human transmutation (aside from Al, of course), to be at their beck and call. She's tired of the stares and the whispers. The suggestions that the only way she made it up the ranks so quickly was because of her relationship with the colonel (and that thought makes her rankle a bit). It's probably selfish of her to think it, but she feels almost as if she's given up enough to her country, and the exchange hasn't always been Equivalent. ]

You would?

[ She already knows the answer of course, shifting forward a bit more with a tilt of her head. Three words nearly dangle on her lips, unspoken, but there. Her hands move again, placed gently over the palms on her face. ]

Let's leave, Al. Let's go tomorrow. In the morning. Leave everything. Just me and you.

alchimia

[ When people say don't stray too close to the Mollyedge, it's for a reason. There are no streets, just mud filled paths where the areas with most traffic have bigger puddles. The sturdiest buildings are wooden shacks and everything smells vaguely moldy, vaguely rotten thanks to the sodden way the entire district seems to be slowly sinking into the river. But even though it certainly has a darker (and well deserved reputation) compared to the other maidens, it's still so distinctly Thremeden that once a person finds themselves there, they become stuck, unable to really escape the grasp of the Three Maidens.

Naturally, one of the greatest parts of the Mollyedged is that for all the rank, all the poverty, and all the filth, it's still got some of the best views of the dragons as they burst through the sky overhead. Ed's eyes are on one of them now, watching the way sunlight flashes and glints against gold, almost blinding him with the glare. The great, mechanical but magical beast forms a stark contrast against the blue of the sky, kind of like the glint of the sunlight on his hair as he leans against one of the many shacks the comprise the district, the end of a small, handrolled cigarette between his chapped lips. The blond locks, tied back in a simple tail in order to keep it from getting in his way, have always seemed a bit out of place in the Mollyedge, a point of contention even, and he can't remember how many times he's had to wash mud out of it after it'd been slung at him. But he's learned since his earlier years. He's learned since then and most inhabitants in the Mollyedge know better than to insult him, especially with the mean right hook he has.

It's that right hand that he's trying to keep hidden at the moment, slipped into a dirty pocket as he shifts his gaze from the sky to the passers by, calculating each new person that walks by as if trying to decide who might have the most money on them and who would be easiest to take down. Because people in the Mollyedge rarely every have much to lose and thus hold on a lot tighter to what they do have. And Ed's far from interested in getting on his knees again tonight in order to get just enough to bring back something edible to his brother.

That right hand, though... it's one of his rare prizes, which is why it's even more important to keep it hidden. People in Mollyedge would kill to get a piece of anything of value. He's seen it before. When people lost a limb in Mollyedge, they usually died. No one in Mollyedge could ever manage to afford a prosthetic much less one of automail, and if it hadn't been for the old hag that had fitted him with it, he wouldn't have it either. Much like the left leg he casually kicks against the wooden wall next to him, it's what keeps him from disappearing entirely, and he just can't have that. Not when he's got a little brother to take care of.

Finally— His thoughts derail as a likely candidate for pickpocketing passes him on the muddy street without so much as a second look. The mark looks like they have just enough to "spare" a bit for him while not being too rich for the area (which happens from time to time when the Provost's people decide to do a bit of "street cleaning"). Pushing off the wall and tossing the butt of his cigarette to the ground, he casually slips through the crowd with the intention of following after the other person, keeping his eyes peeled for just the right moment. ]

alchimia

[ AU!Continuation from this post.

He can feel the way Al tenses beneath him and he doesn't like it. He doesn't want Al to withdraw or even feel uncomfortable. He wants Al to be warm and alive and molded against him like he should be. And though it feels slightly wrong to initiate anything (because how much of it is out of concern for Al and not his own selfish wants?), he pulls away just enough to discard his already open shirt. It's dropped to the floor, like his pants had been earlier, and then he's resting his hands on either side of Al's head, making sure their legs are entangled enough to prevent Al from moving too far.

In this position, he looks down on his brother, bangs creating a curtain around them and making his eyes darken in already scant light. But even in the low light, it's still enough to tell how full of emotion his eyes are. As if looking at Al can somehow convey how he feels or the words he wishes he could say but can't because he's never been good with words like Al is. ]

Al...

alchimia

[ It's late, and outside the stars are already out, moon casting light through the window of Ichigo's room as a certain short blond pushes aside the frame. One leg's already inside, the other soon following it, and he's trying to be as quiet as possible, but when you have one leg made of steel joints, it tends to creak something awful. At least it's not too cold out; that would make the joints creak even more, but it's still loud in the silence of the night and Ed can't help the quiet curse that escapes him.

Limbs shifting, moving with as much elegance as he can manage in the awkward position of halfway out the window and halfway in, he grips the window's edge to steady himself a bit before leaning forward and hissing quietly into the room. ]

Oi, Ichigo... Wake up.

lavaliere

I SWEAR TO DRUNK I'M NOT GOD

Friday night on Beer Alley and everyone's out. You've had a shot or two, a mug of ale, or a glass of wine. But as the night continues, you begin to lose track. And guess what? Not your drunk off your ass. Congrats! Try not to pass out on the floor.

❶ post with your character/fandom/preferences
❷ tag other people either with your own scenario or using the RNG
❸ have fun!

01: brash ~ dude, you guys, i'm gonna be the next american idol. lemme show you my killer dance moves. i am so smooth.

02: angry ~ you talkin' to me? you talkin' to me?!

03: touchy-feely ~ you're one of those kinds of drunks. y'know. the "dude, i love you guys sooooo much" type. and you feel the need to show it.

04: impulsive ~ y'know what sounds great. let's get tattoos! or, i know! this piercing will look awesome!

05: brooding ~ leave me alone, guys. my life sucks. i'm just gonna sit here with my booze and cry into my cup.

06: flirty ~ hey, baby. how you doin'? lemme buy you a drink! wow, you are so totally the master of pickup lines.

07: floor ~ oops, looks like you've had one too many and you're not at the mercy of the other bargoers. let's hope they're not too cruel.

alchimia

[ There are few things that Ed enjoys in life more than a warm, hot bath. And really, he can't be blamed, the way heated water eases the stress on his muscles and joints caused by his limbs making it possible for him to relax. It's calming too, making his usual demeanor soften, and allowing him to reflect on the better parts of his day, rather than whatever might have annoyed or bug him.

All he needs now is a certain younger brother to join him, as Al's presence would only make the current mood even better. He slants a gaze towards the changing rooms where Al's still dallying, and cocks his head as his arms spread out along the sides. Unbound hair sticks to his cheeks and back, quickly brushed away as he lifts a hand to call out. ]

Oi, Al, hurry up!

chemeia

[ This is ridiculous. Of course, Ed hadn't expected Kiyoha to be so determined in getting him into all this stupid finery, but she did. Why did he give in? Because with all these acres of silk wrapped around this new body, hair done up in some bizarre fashion typical of Ukiyo (were all the sticks and danglies really necessary?), it's a bit hard to maneuver. Where the hell is he even gonna keep his journal or anything like that? Maybe in the sleeves... they're big enough.

Still, now that he's looking at himself in a mirror, he can't help but admit the look isn't too bad. It looks nice enough, even if he thinks it's a huge waste of time.

One thing he won't abide by is the damn shoes. They're too uncomfortable and make walking difficult. Especially with his false leg. So they go flying with a kick that disregards which trajectory they'll end up in.

Man... Al's gonna freak. Maybe he'll stay indoors for however long this lasts. ]

alchimia

[ It's mid-day, sometime between Kiyoha's many engagements, and Ed's making his way towards the market to pick up a few items he'll need. After over a month in Ukiyo, he's gotten used to the feel of wooden sandals under his feet as they clack against cobbles as well as the strange and restrictive feel of a yukata. This time, at least, he's managed to match it well enough with the vivid red color of the coat Al had left behind before he'd even arrived. That's thanks again to Kiyoha and partially why he's headed towards the market right now. To pick up something in return for her help.

He's taken to leaving his hair down lately, a side effect to it often being pulled down for various reasons that he doesn't want to dwell on. And as a result, it frames his face and trails down his back to where it nearly reaches the dark emblem that reminds him of Teacher and of Al.

For once, memories of the past are almost welcome distractions away from everything that's happened in this strange new world. Between worrying if his decision was right (Is this okay, Al? It means you won't disappear for sure, so it's alright... isn't it?) and the complications of becoming too close to so many people, it's no wonder he's feeling a bit off-center. Not even Alfonse's familiar face is around for him to watch, to take his mind off things. In Ukiyo, it's all these strange things all the time. He's never wanted to deal with being awkwardly stuck between two guys and their personal issues, much less having to deal with sex so often. So to think of Al and wondering what he might be doing at this moment is a welcome relief.

Maybe his little brother is eating apple pie. Or maybe he's talking to Winry. Maybe he's taken his place in the military (and he certainly hope Al hasn't). He should ask the damn colonel some time, if the other man ever bothers to come out of hiding.

Pausing in front of a likely shop that might have what he's looking for, Ed's thoughts are momentarily derailed, bringing him back to the present. The sun is hot on his back, and he probably shouldn't have worn his jacket over the many layers of silk, but at the moment, he can't really bring himself to care. ]

palpitations

[ idk, continued from this meme fuck recaptcha ]

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BOYS & GIRLS IN THE REDLIGHT DISTRICT
WELCOME TO THE REDLIGHT DISTRICT; MAKE YOUR DIRTY BOYS BLUSH

Welcome to the darker and dingier part of Tokyo's party district, where the dark streets are barely lit with the futile and flickering neon signs of bars, brothels, and nightclubs. You find yourself in one such club, where the music booms loud and full of base, shaking the walls. The floor, or what can be seen of it through the moving mass of bodies, is filthy and stained with all manner of humanity. You don't remember the club's name since the first couple of drinks, but it doesn't matter, because you're looking for fun without names or consequence. Drink prices decrease as sex appeal rises, drugs are easy to find, and the air is cloaked with the scent of burnt tobacco, sweat, and sex. Along the walls that aren't lined with ripped leather and vinyl, are men and women of all kinds, scantily dressed and with the promise of the provocative in darkened, drugged, or drunk eyes. The soporific atmosphere and lights flashing like so many warning signs shift your perception and you're forced to look at the boys or girls from another angle, an angle not meant for angels, but for demons.

So what will you do? Will you take the hand of the person before you, lead them onto the dance floor, and engage in the shifting of bodies that is so close to sex were it not for the clothes between you? Will you move to the bar to imbibe in the crude, liquid candy flavored liquor that makes your sense swirl? Will you slip cash to a cloaked man, picking up a deadly treat that'll leave you feeling off balance? Will you slip into the dirty and filthy bathrooms for a few minutes in the kind of heaven suited to this hell?

Whatever you do, don't lose yourself too much. Have as much fun as you want. And remember to take it to the private rooms in the back if things get too... engaging~ ♥
RULES:❶ post with your character, whether it's an AU or OU
❷ feel free to tag around as much as you want!
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❺ if you want, link to okay'd kinks!
❻ CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT; BEWARE OF POSSIBLY NC-17 MATERIAL

link around?

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[ The chess board sitting in front of him is a familiar one, the board and pieces those that Lelouch uses regularly and with such frequency, that there could be no way that Rolo could erase it from his memory. But it's no loss for Rolo, his hand reaching out to brush his fingertips across the white pieces in front of him. Idly, he's considering asking his brother for a match, despite knowing full well that he'll lose. But losing doesn't matter to him, so long as he can spend time with his brother. ]

Nii-san? Um... are you busy?

alkahestic.livejournal.com

[ Derp, hanging out in his (and Ed's?) apartment and reading through a book on advanced weather alchemy. He's sitting on the couch with a cup of tea nearby and a few other books or journals sitting around him. Some are marked and some have pens holding places, splotches of ink, and scribbled notes in the margins.

This can be, idk, any 'verse you want lmfao. ]

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