ask-raidou-kuzunoha:

I could see it in your eyes.

> He got closer to Kuja and lift his face with one hand, gazing into his eyes once again. It looked like he was entering into Kuja’s mind in a soft way.

I know this feeling of yours.

[His eyes gaze back up to the summoner’s own dark pools. Even if it was slight, Raidou’s touch made him shudder… But the mage quickly jerked his chin away stubbornly, turning to a side.]

Hmph. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t touch me, Kuzunoha.

[Though he knew he’d actually appreciate it more if he was touched again… there’s no way he’d admit how desperate for attention he was to this stranger yet.]

ask-raidou-kuzunoha:

sapphirexreaper:

ask-raidou-kuzunoha:

Perhaps. My name is Raidou Kuzunoha, The Devil Summoner from the Japan’s Capital. For you giving me a change, then we could know each other’s name, doesn’t?

> Raidou tilted his head, he offered a neutral smile to the suffering man, who, indeed, was in pain. He knows what is a broken heart. He knows very well. So well that it craves into his chest like a sword.

[The stubborn mage eyed Raidou closely, his cold blue eyes resembling slivers. Kuja did not return the smile, and continued to scowl at the young man.]

… I am Kuja. I am from the city of Treno. Though that’s not very important at the moment.

[He takes a cautious step away from Raidou.]

What do you mean, devil summoner?

It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kuja.

> The man gave a briefly reverence at the other one and, still with a soft smile, showed him a tube from his tube-case.

Devil Summoners can summon and order demons. This is one of my tubes where I confine my demons. The demon inside of this tube is called Pyro Belial, the Second Fire God.

> He put back the tube on his tube-case and gazed into the man’s eyes.

I see into your eyes… A beautiful soul in despair.

I see now.

[Kuja’s arms clamp around his chest, not sure what to do with them. He then scoffed softly at the summoner. Those words only reminded him of his current, pathetic state.]

You can tell that much…

[It was not a question, but a statement. He lets out a long sigh, loosening his hold on himself, and allowing them to slide down below his breast. He stopped trying to bore holes through Raidou’s body with his gaze and opted to stare at the floor instead.]

… Indeed, I am very tragic.

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ask-raidou-kuzunoha:

Perhaps. My name is Raidou Kuzunoha, The Devil Summoner from the Japan’s Capital. For you giving me a change, then we could know each other’s name, doesn’t?

> Raidou tilted his head, he offered a neutral smile to the suffering man, who, indeed, was in pain. He knows what is a broken heart. He knows very well. So well that it craves into his chest like a sword.

[The stubborn mage eyed Raidou closely, his cold blue eyes resembling slivers. Kuja did not return the smile, and continued to scowl at the young man.]

… I am Kuja. I am from the city of Treno. Though that’s not very important at the moment.

[He takes a cautious step away from Raidou.]

What do you mean, devil summoner?

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ask-raidou-kuzunoha:

sapphirexreaper:

ask-raidou-kuzunoha:

sapphirexreaper replied to your post:

Hmph. I really don’t know if I’d want to.

Why, then?

Because I rarely make exceptions. I am hurting, and I don’t need a child to be my crutch.

Sometimes the child can grows and get stronger. Sometimes the child can fill a heart of hope in a worthless time. The time to grow is still way too long, But it doesn’t mean that my heart isn’t hurt enough to make the right choises.

Well then. My apologies. It seems that I had forgotten about the hearts of others.

I have been uselessly moping about in my sorrow, wasting my possibly short life… locked away while crying silent tears. And shutting out anyone and everyone during this time. I’ve pulled a Rip Van Winkle, it seems.

And during that time, I have forgotten.

… So you are merely telling me to ‘give you a chance’ aren’t you, stranger?

my gawd, I need to clean up this place…

ask-raidou-kuzunoha:

sapphirexreaper replied to your post:

Hmph. I really don’t know if I’d want to.

Why, then?

Because I rarely make exceptions. I am hurting, and I don’t need a child to be my crutch.

I return to this place… even as I continue to be in morning of him. I never managed to visit him.

I should feel ashamed of myself, and I am. I don’t care what others say or think of me, I was in love with his man. I regret not loving him more… to give to him as much as he gave to me.

Maurice…

… Rest in Heaven’s light. You will not be forgotten.

your-velvet-nightmare:

ooc;; I got really distracted, then came back to the computer for ten minutes—I really can’t draw tonight and will probably delete this later.

((I did not realize this was put up… memories… This is really beautiful, and I think these two had potential… what could have been. I think it was mostly my fault.))

……..

[Kuja squeezes his eyes shut, covering his hands over his ears.]

Please, go away, apparition. You’re not real, and this is only a horrible nightmare.

lordgrandmaster-exdeath:

sapphirexreaper:

lordgrandmaster-exdeath:

YOU MEAN YOU WEREN’T FOLLOWING ME BEFORE? FOOL!

IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED YOUR FACE AGAIN! WHAT WERE YOU DOING ALL THIS TIME?!

[The man with the silver tresses rubs his ringing ears gently.]

… Must you yell? Honestly.

And why are you so concerned about my whereabouts? You said it doesn’t matter to you if I were alive or dead, so I don’t think telling you about it will help either of us. Besides, it really is none of your, nor anyone else’s, business.

*huffs* WELL THEN. I SHALL CEASE TO SHOW EVEN THE SLIGHTEST CONCERN FOR YOUR WELL BEING.

AND TO EASE YOUR UNCERTAINTY, YOU ARE DEAD. IF YOU WERE NOT, THEN WHY ARE YOU IN THE HOUSE OF DEATH ITSELF?

Hmph. Suppose that I am… then how can the dead still feel pain? Physical pain. You mean to tell me that ghosts and other apparitions are cursed to feel all the pain someone living can?

Oh how unfortunate for me, then. I suppose that I would have to deal with it. Easier said than done, hmph.

I refuse to speak to you any longer. It’s quite upsetting trying to hold a conversation with someone who insist on making my ears bleed.

lordgrandmaster-exdeath:

YOU MEAN YOU WEREN’T FOLLOWING ME BEFORE? FOOL!

IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED YOUR FACE AGAIN! WHAT WERE YOU DOING ALL THIS TIME?!

[The man with the silver tresses rubs his ringing ears gently.]

… Must you yell? Honestly.

And why are you so concerned about my whereabouts? You said it doesn’t matter to you if I were alive or dead, so I don’t think telling you about it will help either of us. Besides, it really is none of your, nor anyone else’s, business.