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❝ oh, i am! ❞ the truth of the matter was that he WASN’T hearing anything bobby said. it went in one ear and right out the other.  just as it did back when they were friends. ❝ you say that you’ve NEVER betrayed me, but here we are. ❞ no, it was ky who betrayed everyone. he started killing ( not just accidents either ) and he couldn’t – no he wouldn’t – stop himself. it wasn’t MUTANTS against humans or the BROTHERHOOD against the x-men. nor was it anything about that. it was just ky’lar AGAINST anyone who even tried to help him. so it was ky agains EVERYONE. 

❝ i thought you would at leave give me some DIRECTION, ❞ at best, ❝ or maybe some ADVICE, ❞ at worst, ❝ instead, you say you CAN’T stop it? ❞ by this time, ky’s hands were formed into TIGHT fists, and he ALREADY had taken several steps forward – inching ever closer to bobby.❝ they will die – they will ALL die. ❞ or ky would himself, but he didn’t think of admitting the obvious. ❝ i CAN’T back down from this!❞ a pause, his voice starting to calm down – if only slightly. ❝ it’s either the THEM or me. there can be no COMPROMISE! ❞

// @moralityblurred xxx

        “ky, come on —” she shoots him a questioning glare, shaking her head as she glances back down to her couch, pulling her legs up until she can settle herself fully back into the corner. that’s not true. that can’t be true, as earnest as it might SOUND. it’s not like she’d ever done anything to endear herself to him, other than letting him stay. eyebrows furrow, and she takes a breath, glancing up again reluctantly before she sighs. “do you honestly mean that?”

he thought the answer would be enough. he thought it would sooth her fears, but she asked more. maybe ky should have expected it, but all he wanted – all he really wanted – was the house. the damage he could inflict on hell, heaven, or otherwise was great. a reason to why he made sure to lower his voice- just enough- so maybe he could lie his way through this. “— yes, i really do.”

ANY OTHER TIME and ky would have f i n i s h e d the job right there. he would have just RIPPED the other apart for not just invading his personal space, but for begging ( him of all people! ) for help! who did they think they were anyways? asking for mercy help from the likes of them? they who stood so much HIGHER than everyone else?

the answers DIDN’T matter; no, he soon found himself kneeling down to WIPE the blood off peter’s mouth with his own hand. a simple ACT of kindness that he’d d e n y ten times over if ever asked. no, this was something best kept under WRAPS ( most importantly to himself ) no one could know that what he was planning.  

with-out any real thought process he moved to grip peter by the back of the neck – not even bothering to care for the substance that had left the other. no, he wasn’t that interested in whatever had attached itself to peter. not at the moment at least. “come on,” he said, standing up fully, and practically dragging him out of the rain. “— you too.” though, mainly it was out of his own version of kindness to whatever attached itself to the boy. he may have been kind, but a true kindness was to make sure the substance went back where it belonged. on peter.  

                   “let’s get you cleaned up.”

// @notvenom xxx

       “ —– of course it MATTERS –” Her nose wrinkles, and she huffs at him gently, lips pressing into a line as she falls into silence. Watching him quietly, she quickly shakes her head, diverting her gaze to her hands as she tries to come up with anything else to say. “I just don’t – sometimes I don’t understand why you stay here like this –” For the house, obviously. There was more than enough reason for him to stay close, but she hated considering that option. “that’s all …”

        “–for you.” a lie if he ever told one. the house was one reason he stayed here, but not the real one. he could end the world here – just needed to take a few items and use them. truth be told, he thought about starting the process already; making use of what he had here to start the apocalypse. the only problem was… he didn’t want to do anything out of haste. no – he had time to create a firm plan – a plan that wouldn’t be interrupted by her ( if he had a say in it ). “i stick around for you.” 

whcwashe:

@hellfirebound

         “ —– are you happy? i mean, like, honestly? i don’t – i dunno, i can never tell.” not that she entirely expected him to be truthful, either. she could never quite put her finger on whether or not he was telling her everything, or leaving strategic parts out, but – sometimes it seemed easy enough to let that go. 

     he could have simply said ‘yes’, saved her the trouble of anything further, and it would have eased her mind. happy, for many could be defined as actually being content with the situation or simply being excited. to ky though, he didn’t know what it meant – to actually admit he was happy here? with her? no, he couldn’t say that – he wouldn’t say it. not due to the fact he couldn’t, but since he didn’t truly know how to define what he was… at least in terms she would understand. “— does it matter?”

azvcxr:

“Perdonatemi straneiro–pardon stranger–but my time is rather limited; I must be on my leave.” 

Jas did not even take the time to look up at the presence beside him. Tired and irritable, the red haired soul needed to be in Rome for tonight, finishing his business in Viena before the venture. However, a quick glance made his orbs go black. As if he had seen the devil himself, Jas stopped in his tracks, an eerie look forming along his face. This being–for such darkness could not come from a human–gave Jas a feeling similar to that of the hitmen, only more surreal.

“Who are you; more importantly, what business do you have in Italia?” 

@hellfirebound 

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‘ed for a starter.

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“you can just say that i’m a friend. one, that just happened to be in the area, and decided to enjoy themselves.” 

the reality, however, was a stark contrast; friend was not something ky was ever called. at least to many – usually nuisance was the best explanation for what he was. not that petty titles mattered to him. maybe once, but not anymore – not when he fully well knew that such matters were below him. 

“I’m going to assume that’s a problem, isn’t it?” a pause. “at least for you.”

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ky was doing far more than just enjoying himself. the demon rarely ( if ever ) got to actually play with what he could consider his ‘toys’. more importantly, when he did get to play with them… he usually tore them apart. of course, this time around he doubted he could do so with death.

a horseman right at the tips of his fingers – all he had to do was get under the other’s skin so he could destroy everything. no, they would destroy everything. it was just a matter of time, pressure, and motivation. not to mention breaking through the other’s defenses. just so he could say the right words.. the exact same words that would cause a horseman to destroy a good portion of life on the planet ( if he ever go that far ).

“don’t doubt that,” he said, grin pulling at his lips. right hand moving to tap the edge of the blade. “i’ll stop if you do one small… thing for me. just one small task.”

 // @letcm xxx