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SAVIOR:

                              emeralds  gaze  up  at  the  other  male  as  he  helps  adjust  her  disguise.                   he’d  been  difficult  to  break  ;  certainly  more  difficult  than  his  twin.               then  again,            luciel  had  always   been  closer  to  v.               but  he  was  lightyears  ahead  of  saeran  –  so  much  more  USEFUL  to  her.            he  could  spread  the  word  before  she  even  suggested  it.                  

                                                                    ❛       why…  ?      ❜

                                 confusion  touches  her  countenance  as  she  moves  over  to  him,                slender  arms  moving  to  drape  lazily  against  his  shoulders,                head  tilting  lightly.                   ❛      i  like  your  company.    ❜                  she  bites  her  lip  before  frowning  softly,             a  bad  look  on  the  savior’s  porcelain  countenance.                  ❛      you  look  SAD,         luciel…                do  you  need  a  boost  ?     ❜            gaze  flickers  to  her  cabinet  –  medicines  galore  awaited.                  his  brother  certainly  sought  their  comfort.                     

there was silence , an eerie silence as he stood perfectly still.          IF THERE WAS A SINGLE DROP OF LIFE LEFT IN HIM     one certainly could not see it. a walking statue that listened on command. that would bare fangs at the ones he once saw as friends. they were safer now and his memory deteriorated with time. brow quirking at her motions at her expressions an arm moving to wrap around her waist. head at a slight tilt before his gaze shifted over to what she spoke of.    needles and ticks     that made the pain all           disappear.

flying , falling , cloud nine.       forgetting , dripping , another dose filling his brain with sweet little hums and melodies. ah.     another boost , another sweet taste of nectar.  a taste of lips he didn’t think he could ever taste.  skin against skin another push of a needle. a thread of pleasure. memory completely wiped. forgetting voices and faces, forgetting a family he once held so close.    to protect them he would endure.      memories of all those wonderful feelings flooded before he tore his gaze away and returned it to her. smiling widely so she   would not worry ,    so she would be happy.       your company and voice is more than enough for me savior , should I get everything ready?