“Hey, Stein. You know it wouldn’t hurt ya too much to get out and have some fun, don’t ya?” The red-haired scythe propped against a wall, cigarette hanging out of his hand. “I see no reason to go out and have fun, Senpai.” The gray-haired meister was staring off into the sky, as though it could give him answers.
“Why not, Stein?” Spirit nudged him with a shoulder.
“Because I am content here. Besides, it’s fun to observe your reactions every time I dissect you.” Stein’s voice was nonchalant. Spirit proceeded to shriek, throw his cigarette and run in circles.
“What did you do to me now, you bastard?!” Stein’s eyes lit with a mischevious gleam, and he turned to walk away, labcoat fluttering.
“Made you look, Senpai.” A full smirk crossed his face.
Spirit gaped after him, lost for words.
The kid was losing himself again.
Giriko watched as Justin paced up and down the room- over and over and over. He couldn’t take this- he couldn’t watch the boy fall to pieces when he could do something about it! He moved off the bed, wincing as he went, and firmly managed to place himself in the blonde’s path. Justin collided into him, completely unaware of his surroundings.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” The kid’s voice was distracted, and Giriko caught him firmly around the wrists. “Not unless you’re with me.”
At that, the Mad Priest froze, and Giriko pounced, revving his engines. He pressed the tall man into the bed, taking away his damned earbuds.
“Giriko, I need those.”
“No, all you need is somethin’ to focus on, yeah? I’ll make sure you’re focused.” With that, a devilish smirk crossed his lips as he pinned the tall weapon’s hands above his head and lowered his mouth to Justin’s neck. Giriko inhaled his scent, letting his sharp teeth graze over delicate skin. Justin’s hands scrabbled against his shirt, and Giriko let his rough tongue pass over the red welts before moving up Justin’s lanky body to pull him into a rough kiss.
“You’re mine, priest- eyes on me.”
It wasn’t easy to accept her love- the tiny touches on his shoulder, the delicate hand that slid across his back- or the way her eye would flash with joy when she saw him. Spirit didn’t think he deserved her, his M’ree. He was startled out of thought by lips on his own- and his hands instinctively twined around her. One hand supported her back, the other ran up her side playfully- and the tiny hammer squeaked into their kiss. Spirit smiled and pulled away.
“What was that for, M’ree?”
“Cause you looked like you needed a good kiss.” She smiled impishly at him.
“I always need a good kiss.” His hands ran through her hair, and he kissed her soundly. Her body arched into him, and he surrounded her- they owned each other, heart and soul.
The Madness had shaken his self-confidence greatly. Justin found himself wondering if he deserved any of the trust anyone at the DWMA gave him- if he deserved to live at all. The tall 18 year old leaned out over the balcony’s edge, watching all the tiny people bustle along with their lives.
“Oh, God- why did you choose to forgive me?” Cerulean eyes lifted to the sky, a few tears escaping. All of a sudden, there was a tug on his robes, and sharply, he looked down. Who would dare come near him- oh.
Marie stood quietly beside him, or at least, he assumed. Her lips weren’t moving. She offered him a wry smile and tapped at her ear- and Justin pulled one earbud out.
“Perhaps you should realize that we choose to forgive you because we care about you. Because we love you.”
He looked at her in shock. “But I don’t deserve it!”
“Do any of us deserve mercy, Justin? Doesn’t your holy book talk about us never being able to deserve mercy, because we’re not perfect? Give yourself a chance!”
Her tiny hand was on his robe- and he could feel her warmth radiating from that spot. Lord Death help him, was he going to break all the rules before he got himself back together? “Miss Marie?”
“T-thank you-!” With the stammered thanks, the young guillotine turned and fled away from her thought-provoking words, and away from the desire she made him feel.
“No, of course now” You look at her and give a faint smile, placing your hand over your heart. “I accept you both, no matter what. I am glad that you have finally found your match.” Maybe she will quit punching people, you feared those more then the Reaper Chops. Only because you are the favorite and he would never Chop you.
“She’s my everything.” Marie beamed, and relaxed minutely.
((Oh, dear Lord!
Um. I’m kinda here-ish and have been since last night? I’m not sticking around for long, I don’t think. IDK.
Thank you, anon!))
Something to say?
“It’s um…” You avert your eyes from her
//Hot. Dayum….Keep them coming XD
“Don’t worry about it, Justin. Just don’t judge Azu and I, okay?” She placed a hand on his shoulder.
bold is azusadeathscythequeen.
Italics are crushinghammermarie.
This is the backstory thread to repair me- and is unfinished.
Rated X! I am all over this one!
Pervert. Get out!
Pairing:Yumi Azusa/Marie Mjolnir
Summary: Azusa needed to know what he’d done to her ‘Rie…
Word Count: 1,807
“W-wha-?!” Marie jumped and blinked at her counterpart. “I didn’t know there was another me- it’s good to not be alone!”
He clapped his hands together with a grin, “Then nope! No plans! If you’d like you can come to the ‘Cabra with me later. It’s ladies night.” He snickered.
((WHAT. I answered this. Fucking Tumblr.))
Slowly, Marie shook her head, and then smirked up at him. “Only if you’re buying. I’ll even make sure you get home safe and that Stein won’t hurt you.”
Spirit squealed. “Really?! Azusa never wants to come to the bar. I think she’s intimidated by me.” He grinned. “Hmm yeah Stein gets cranky when I go to the lab and pass out in the middle of the floor. One time I woke up and he managed to drag me to the graveyard.” He pouted.
“I know what you mean.” Her lips quirked for a second as she flashed back to the last time Stein had decided he’d needed her for an experiment. Subtly shivering, Marie beamed at him.
“Death knows we could all use a drink, with everything that’s going on.”