_{the clock was always ticking down to when he’d get in trouble again. sometimes, he could stay out of it for weeks, but rarely it was that long. a reason to why he was digging into information again – anything about his past. so, a simple job like breaking into a very specific safe-deposit box wasn’t exactly a big deal in his mind.}

_{all he had to do was stay until after the place closed, find the specific area, and then retrieve what was rightfully his. it sounded simple – or rather, it did sound simple hours ago, but now he’d been caught, and while he wasn’t in the mood to fight… that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. not when everything was so close to being in his grasp. truth be told… he could taste it, but then again… he’d had the same feeling before and been vasty disappointed.}

_{“to be quite fair,” he said bluntly, hand sliding into the back pockets of his jeans, “I didn’t think you’d show up this quickly – in the area?”}

_{// @wallcravvler}

“What the fuck are you?!” apparently babs enjoys profanity from time to time.

_{of course she saw a glimpse; not everything, but just a small taste of his true form. a very small flash; something that most people would have just thought as a hallucination or something akin to it. like a shadow out of the corner of someone’s eye, but this time around it was longer than just a few seconds, and now? he’d have to do some sort of clean up.
“language,” he said, making sure to say that before anything else. “do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”}

She’s honestly beyond tongue-tied, brilliantly flabbergasted she cannot even get the words to slip from her tongue as she stumbles over them like an utter train wreck. “….What the fuck?! Dude – No!”

_{“i personally see no problem with it.” he gave a slight shrug. “people die all the time. you learn to accept it, live with it, and move on.” it was how it was in his mind. “— or do you disapprove of my methods?”}

_{“i wanted to one up valkyrie, so i thought neck would be the best place”}

_{“— it worked.”}

blows a raspberry against his neck

^{“— are you done yet?” was he going to complain? no, not really, but it still was a little uncomfortable all the same.}

blows a raspberry against his cheek.

^“…..”

_{❝ at the risk of sounding exactly like my father…
I LIKE IT HERE AND I’M NOT GOING BACK! ❞}

_{ky’lar richardson | prince of hell / son of blackheart}

_{↳ indi | private | 616/mcu/spn | mutuals only | 18 + | triggering content | runs off queue | penned by andre |}

Send “What are you!?” for my muse’s response.

espionique:

_{emerging from the depths, she waited until the fight was over. finally, someone who can pull their own weight and handle more than a few on his own,} “_{well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?}” _{the tease dances in her tone, oozing with admiring taste with her silhouette present. she leans against brick, limbs crossed and her head tilted as she takes note of him,}“ _{come here often?} ”

_{@hellfirebound}

usually, if ky wanted to be watched, he would have gone back home – maybe an illegal fighting bar or three if he wanted some quick cash. though, he doubted that anyone would truly take interest in him. not really at least – titles and allegiances got boring after a while. not to mention whatever risks came with them. “— only when i’m bored,” he said, trying to not seem too rude for the moment. “ among other things. ”