Throw It Away (Part II) // Azrael

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His pokemon are returned, and their flight was entirely silent. It was as though Ragnarok had read Thanatos’ mind for their destination.

Mahogany Town.

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The hours that were spent in the air allowed darkness to subdue the daylight. Storms that had brewed in Goldenrod stayed in the crippled city stayed there, though cold followed them. Cold like their attitudes, uncaring to those it chilled (or those they killed). Rain was coming behind them. It would pour.

They landed in the middle of the night, moonlight their only guiding light to a place they could call safe for a time. The masked man makes no comment when he enters the building, not indicating the house he purchased is an acre away, through the countless trees and on the side of the raised mountains behind them. He glances at the Salamence as it is recalled, after locking the door behind them.

”It works.” That’s all he states. ”I’ll take your offer.” He refers to the prospect of “home” invited by Ragnarok. Then he nods, a silent way of saying words he’s never spoken – thank you. Though he stays now under the same roof as the other, there is obvious tension between the two. They were “allies” only in the battle, still strangers as much as they ever were. Thanatos’ gold eyes glint when he meets Ragnarok’s and he turns his masked face to the fire.

After a moment of being still, as though melted into the shadows cast by the fire now roaring in the hearth, he pulls the trench coat off of his body, water dripping from it as he hangs it over the corner of a chair, facing the fire. Thanatos adjusts his suit and mask, maintaining his “refined” appearance while he silently warms up.

He doesn’t know what to expect in the immediate time. He will step to this dance, testing his footing before taking off with the music, moving in sync with the other.

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TAGS Cathycake as Azrael COUNT 327NOTES Im not on a boys like girls kick what are you talking about /BLASTS 1D

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and now the technicalities of this lifestyle kicked in. "there are some clothes in the closet. the person who lived here with me previously was around your height, so they should fit. the obviously smaller ones are mine." azrael pointed to a cabinet to the corner of the room. like an old man, azrael settled into a comfortable chair by the fire, taking off his shoes and socks and letting his frozen feet warm up. there were two chairs, one for azrael and one for whoever else happened to be living there with him. in this case, moros if he so picked. azrael patted the other chair, beckoning the other over. "today was a good day." he murmured softly, eyes flickering as they looked into the crackling fire, feeling his skin tighten as heat washed over him. it was a dry heat, different from the heat they had experienced at the height of the hurricane. he wondered if that was still raging even now. it was a beutiful art work for now, but azrael didn't know it would soon drive him over the edge. for now, he was still masked. even if moros was the one with one physically. he wanted to reach over and rip off the mask, see if moros truly was the person he thought he was. if he was truly thanatos.

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Thanatos' eyebrows rise towards his bangs. Someone else had lived here previously? That was interesting. Thanatos nods again, blinking once before glancing at the closet. Luckily, the trench coat appears to have caught most of the water, leaving the suit beneath dry. Needless to say, though, the clothes would be useful tomorrow. He watches unblinkingly as Ragnarok settles himself to warm before the fire, to recover what was lost in the cold flight over.

He narrows his eyes when he’s beckoned over. Though he mistrusts more with every step he takes, he approaches. He doesn’t sit, though, but instead stands, half-turned towards the fire, hands by his side. The breaths he takes can barely be seen for they are shallow, and his suit hides them well. The guns strapped to the inside of his suit against his chest look like a particularly sharp extension of his ribcage – not something that could be particularly surprising given his build.

”Yes.” Thanatos agrees quietly, watching the fire in its ceaseless dance with unblinking eyes. ”It was.” His fingers twitch slightly with a small, unconscious jerk of his arm. He thinks about what word to use. ”…satisfying.”

He can still feel the excitement from the day running through his body, but the energy it cost has impacted him has left him exceedingly tired that evening.

For the first time in a long time, he actually feels as though he did something that turned out to be a good investment of his time.

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TAGS Cathycake as Azrael COUNT 248NOTES Im not on a boys like girls kick what are you talking about /BLASTS 1D

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azrael licked his lips as he wondered how to go about this. "i've never quite met someone like you, moros." azrael murmured, looking over at the other. he let his muscles relax as the fire warmed him, no longer shivering. he stood, walking over to the closet as he pulled off his shirt and moved back to the fire, pulling his chair closer to the fire. closer to moros. to thanatos. (to his target) the fire warmed azrael's skin, pulling one knee up to his chest and resting his chin on it. "i... quite enjoyed our day today." he looked over at the other, leaning over. his breath was in his chest as he moved to whisper softly, "let me see your face, won't you? or will you stay masked for the months that you live here?"

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Thanatos raises his eyebrows at the comment. ”That makes two of us.” he murmurs, his voice forced to a grating sound as it vibrates against the material of his mask. There would be more surprise in his voice if Ragnarok had said Thanatos was a familiar person. He watches as the other boy goes to the closet and removes his shirt. Thanatos blinks and looks at the fire, imagining he can ignore the fact the other boy was now half-nude. (and moving closer).

”As did I.” It’s a simple response. ”It was…one of the better days I’ve had for a while.” The grating feeling of not making eye contact with whomever he’s having a conversation with becomes too much to bear, and he turns his gaze back to the other boy, looking down on him. Thanatos is the one in control of this situation.

(for now)

”Maybe not months.” He responds simply, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks down at the white-haired boy. ”But some time.” He thinks of the mildest and not completely untruthful way to explain his reasoning. ”Disfigurements aren’t something I elect to reveal to people shortly after meeting them.”

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azrael was pleased knowing that the other enjoyed himself just as much. "a unique experience i can say. it's not in every life time that you get to experience the adrenaline that rushes through you when you destroy a city as big as goldenrod. johto is as good as destroyed. the eceonomy will fall, and slowly people will fall into an economic depression of epic proportions." but it wasn't about the economy, and they both knwe that. "... but for the rush of death at your fingertips." azrael had to look up at the other, but he reached over with one hand slowly, fingers moving to grasp the edges of the mask. "i don't ask for your trust." azrael whispered, torso stretched out between the two chairs, slender arm closing the distance between the two. "but i wonder if you might be able to with your appearance. disfigurement is nothing of a person. orso, i hope people will think of me." the scars littered across azrael's chest were proof enough, painful memories of his father.

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Thanatos’ eyes close briefly to think of the rush of feeling that had flooded through him earlier that day in the battle. The feeling was something that had been as close to fulfillment as he has come in years. Something glorious that had few rivals. Beautiful. It was a work of art. he thinks, jolting out of his closed-consciousness when he feels something at the spike-toothed edges of the skull-shaped mask. He swallows and tenses, taking a step back with his right leg but not moving.

His hands go out to the sides with bent elbows, as though trying to keep his balance, or threatening to push someone away. He stares down out of cold eyes at Ragnarok. Jaw tense as he swallows. He sees the scars sparkling like snow in the sun from the light of his fire. ”Those on others do nothing as far as bothering me. I see nothing to mind from them.” he responds, his voice tense, ”Only my own.”

His left hand raises, ready to fly to the side of his head to cover his most identifying mark if his mask is lost and his face and hair are revealed.

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the movement was quick. azrael's fingertips tightened around the mask, pulling it backwards as he moved himself forward. thanatos's face was true then, this was thanatos, this was not moros. "moros." azrael breathed regardless, now standing right before the other. he was practically leaning over him, proximity between the minimal, breathing each other's air. then it was a confusion. what was the disfigurement? "there is nothing to fear." he whispered, one knee moving to rest on the arm rest. he was slowly leaning forward, one hand lightly resting on thanatos's cheek, the other tossing the mask to the ground on the ursaring skin rug. "not here. not with me." it was if they were both simply looking for a cry of help, rather than for a statement of affection. rejection of their scars and disfigurement, to release the anger in their marks. azrael had to force his muscles to remain relaxed as he was made painfully aware of how visible each scar was in the flame. how each memory flickered through his mind against his will.

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”Agh!” Thanatos’ hand flies to the side of his head, clapping his palm over the disgusting stripes in his hair after Ragnarok merely whispers words that could be considered encouragement to a normal person. His fingers curl over, nails digging into the scalp of his head, his hand shadowing his eye as he recoils and leers at Ragnarok, though not far enough to remove the other’s fingertips from his cheek.

He releases the tension around his narrowed eyes to gaze at Ragnarok with the words he utters. Thanatos feels the back of his knees knock against the chair he was invited to sit in mere minutes ago, and it tempts his long legs to collapse over top of it. ”If not here with you…” Thanatos lowers his hand from the side of his head resentfully, his arm dropping like a weight by his side as he clenches his fist, as he is able to see one of the stripes out of the corner of his eye, ”…then what will you do now?” His voice has dropped to a whisper, and he is watching Ragnarok, waiting for some sign more than simply words to relax.

The tension in the air is palpable, and Thanatos almost growls with his breath. He raises one hand, almost in weak defense of himself as he is almost uncomfortably aware of how close Ragnarok is.

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a smile tainted the sadness that azrael felt, pleased that he successfully removed the mask without any injury. he gently pressed against the other's shoulder pushing him down onto the reclining arm chair, laying down the wrong way. they were horizontal on the chair, azrael seated partially on top of thanatos. he bent down to whisper in the other's ear, a purr almost. "i prefer to let my actions speak louder than my words." he whispered, fingers moving to undo the buttons on thanatos's suit, the buttons on his shirt soon to follow. cold hands spread the fabric, pushing it to the side. "just let yourself go, moros." azrael breathed, closing the distance between their lips, gentle, not pressing further. this was a choice, not forced. it would be his project to break the other down. he had a few months. it would be easy.

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Ragnarok’s weight against his body presses him into the armchair, knees bent over top of arm, back propped against the other. More than his jaw tenses now, the stiff muscles spreading down his throat and into his chest and arms. Some unforeseeable force moves his hands from the position where they lay awkwardly against the leather chair, placed lightly on the front of Ragnarok’s legs, his fingers stiff as though it was burning him to touch the other even so lightly.

Thanatos finds himself incapable of speaking to respond, merely swallowing. His stomach tenses when his suit jacket and dress shirt are unbuttoned, cast to the side, exposing his bare torso to the air. Thanatos feels his muscles, from his arms to his legs lock with something that cannot be described. It’s not nervousness, no, nor is it excitement. It’s some feeling caught between the void of those two.

The lips of the other touch his gently and a tightness burns in Thanatos’ stomach, moving up and down across his body. A mere second’s hesitation and he tilts his head forward slightly, returning the gentle kiss, the gesture something comparable to a contract – signing his body over from his control for the night.

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a slow intoxication, poison straight to the heart. azrael moved slowly, letting his lips linger against the others, drawing back slowly. there was no depth to the kiss, not yet. he would let the other lead, find his own beat and azrael would simply harmonize. they were a melody, a song, a requiem for the dead. his moments were smooth, arching upward to breath into the other's ear. "tell me your name." lips brushed against the shell of thanatos's ear, wanting to hear it from the other. there would be no honesty, but it was a small comfort that azrael needed. to know that he would steal the humanity and trust from someone with their true names known. death personified and his angel caught in love, in the passion of the evening. it would be poetic to match shakespeare himself. strange how he considered such darkness an art. (deep in the blood riddled abyss, a scream echoed, crying for help from this place it had fallen) but azrael's humanity's cry for help went unheard. notes FEEL FREE TO FADE TO BLACK IN UR POST IF U WANT

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Was there no antidote for this poison?

Thanatos feels his jaw trembling, tense and unsure for the first time in his life about a course of action to take. It was a quick connection of their lips – a touch that was something Thanatos has never before felt. The receding lips of the other is something that make a fire spark in Thanatos. His mind keeps telling him no, but his body keeps screaming yes. He wants to be guided, but it isn’t in his physical nature. He is incapable of sitting back.

The whisper in his ear is the momentum needed to move him, to move this young embodiment of death. He slides his hands lightly across the tops of Ragnarok’s legs. That’s something. He makes a note of it. His fingers come in contact with the other’s skin and he rests his hands lightly on his back before sliding his hands down to the waistband of Ragnarok’s trousers.

He leans his body forward, so his breath can just barely be heard in the other’s ear as an answer. ”Only...” He answers quietly, slipping his hands between the waistband of Ragnarok’s trousers and his skin and undoing the button. ”…after you.” His teeth fall upon “Ragnarok’s” neck. Time to test the other. For Thanatos this is a mere exercise, but he will do what is necessary and how this area of unfamiliarity commands his lean figure.

He slides the zipper down of the other’s trousers.

A curtain of black, corrupt emotion descends upon the pair, casting them into a requiem meant for their souls to sing, forever caught between heaven and hell.

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