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 Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2021 2:58 am
Ever since the battle on the hill, Cleeia found that he was far, far more eager to be out on his own and to explore Destiny City in his guise as a Senshi. It felt nice, to be powered up as Cleeia, and even with the autumn chill setting in, he felt remarkably unchileld even in his skimpy little uniform.
It was a nice night, and he'd taken a pause from draining on top of a building to lean against the half-wall that encircled the roof, enjoying the feeling of the breeze through his much, much longer hair.
There was an Order aura nearby, and it felt stronger than him, but he wasn't going to worry about it. They probably wouldn't even notice him. It would be fine.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2021 2:14 pm
Ever since the battle on the hill, Gelria had been angry. Extremely angry. And hurt. Bitter. He had made friends with someone despite his better judgment, and look what had happened. And then that whole thing had been so utterly and completely abysmal he had become even angrier.
When he felt the corrupt’s aura, the senshi’s head snapped up and he snarled, moving swiftly towards the corrupt. The first thing he saw was the hair, all corrupts had hair that was stupidly long, and for a moment he simply paused, gazing at it, almost transfixed by how pretty it was blowing in the breeze. It was quite lovely.
“Well.” His voice broke through the silence of the night and sounded harsh even to him. “I’m going to assume that you’re up to no good. Unless, are you thinking of jumping off of here, because that would be fine. I’ll watch.”
He took a few steps towards the black and gold corrupt, his eyes flickering up and down his frame. “Either that, or we can do this the hard way.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2021 1:32 am
Oh, good. This was someone who wanted to pick a fight. Charming.
Cleeia turned around to face his verbal aggressor, eyebrows going up, and leaned casually against the edge of the building. Powered up, he could probably survive a fall from this height. Probably. It was well within his safe jump range, at least, he was pretty sure. So better to project a lazy, unimpressed confidence than demonstrate how terrified he actually was of being threatened by an Eternal.
"No such luck for you, sorry," he said, sarcasm dripping as a cover for his fear. "And honestly, how boring. Threats. Do any of you idiots in white know how to do anything but puff yourselves up and sling around violence? Because that's all I've seen from you."
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 8:20 pm
What an attitude. Gelria felt his lip curl in distaste and he took a step towards the corrupt senshi, scoffing softly. “I don’t need to puff myself up. I’ve been around the block several times, and I don’t like people like you. But, since you’re not jumping to your death for me to watch…I suppose that just means you want it the hard way.”
“Holding his hand up, he smirked, eyes cold. “Cinnamon Challenge.”
The corrupt had been given a chance after all. But for a moment, Gelria’s eyes flickered up and down the male’s frame again, appreciating what he saw, at least a little bit.
It was such a shame he wore black.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 8:51 pm
Cleeia was not expecting the attack. He did not have time to doge. It caught him square in the chest, and he felt as if he was choking, gagging on a mouthful of cinnamon.
Well, it wasn't exactly hard to guess what this guy's sphere was, and that he had the bonafides to back up his threats. He wasn't all posture and pose, and if Cleeia could think clearly, which he could not because he was gagging horrifically, he might have found that impressive.
He glared, drawing the Yellow Sign in the air and gasping out "Dark Inspiration."
It hurt. It sucked. He had no idea if this would help or not, and he might in fact just end up making things worse, but he had to do something, and with his eyes watering and his mouth full of the heat of cinnamon from the Senshi's attack, it was all he could think of.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 8:57 pm
Ideas suddenly began filling his mind, popping like a movie theater’s concession stand. Gelria blinked, annoyed that he had magic used against him, but…what magic it was.
The half fledged ideas were…
Huh. Maybe.
Striding over to the corrupt, Gelria yanked him by the arm and threw him to the rooftop, straddling him and gazing down at the cinnamon filled face, eyes once again just burning. With. Something. “Now. Attacking me was silly, don’t you know? It only makes me want to kill you even more.” But the half formed idea. A vision of this senshi wearing white...
They could be saved after all…
Almost gently, Gelria wrapped his hands around the corrupt’s throat, his long fingers growing tight, but not fully constricting the flow of oxygen. Not yet. “I suppose though. Your magic has given me some other thoughts. Perhaps when you’re done spluttering. You and I can have a little, friendly chat.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 9:04 pm
Cleeia yelped when he was thrown down, which just made the whole situation worse. And, honestly, the part that was worst of all was the tiny little part of his brain not currentl6 taken up with desperation for air that could not help but notice that he was pinned under a very attractive man.
....The hand on his throat was sending his brain to some terribly interesting places. Cleeia wanted to blame the lack of oxygen.
The cinnamon burn started to fade, and he turned, choking and spitting to try and get the taste out of his mouth, and gasped for air at the same time.
"You're a ******** up b*****d," Cleeia gasped, between breaths. "What do we even have to talk about?"
A very pretty ******** up b*****d, sure. But a b*****d nonetheless.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2021 10:50 am
Gelaria grinned and nodded. “Thanks for noticing. Anyway. I think we have a lot to talk about. Such as you saving your pathetic life. I don’t normally give people the chance…but now that I know that people can change…well. Here I am, opening my heart to you and offering for you to free yourself from chaos, should you want to take this chance.”
For a moment, his hands tightened on the male’s throat, just to drive home the point that he could very well force the corrupt into true, lingering darkness but…then he let go, choosing instead to trail his fingertips down the side of the pretty face.
“You’re the first person I’ve ever offered salvation to, and I hope that you don’t disappoint me.”
Parasite–Laojun…that had just been. The luck of where he had been, the luck of finding out…but.
“What do you say, little corrupt? Don’t you want to be free?”
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2021 12:32 pm
There were a million reasons for Cleeia to continue feeling lightheaded. All of them were, if you asked him, thoroughly valid. Except the one where he was at all distracted by being pinned under someone, with a hand at his throat, totally helpless, because that was not valid and that part of his brain needed to shut the hell up.
The offer made him narrow his eyes. There was always a catch, wasn't there? Never a hand extended in friendship, really. Just threats made from a position of power. But maybe he could pretend to be interested for a little while, and that would get him out of this, and then he could figure out how to never see this Senshi again.
"....What....would that entail?" His voice was still a little wheezy, his throat a little raw from gagging. "How do I get out?"
It had taken some time to be sure he liked the Negaverse, and honestly, it wasn't that great. So maybe there was no harm in exploring his options, anyway.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2021 4:51 pm
Gelria stared at him, and for a moment, his gaze softened and he again trailed his fingertips down the male’s cheek, fully releasing what hold he had on the male’s neck. “That’s right. That’s what I like to hear. I had hoped that you wouldn’t be stupid.”
His voice grew soft, coaxing, and his thumb ran over the corrupt’s lips, enjoying how soft they felt under his skin. “I’d have to figure out how to get you out, but I’ve seen it happen. I’ll figure out how to get you saved if that’s what you want. And it better be what you want, because again…I don’t give this chance lightly. I’m going to have to trust you, and that can be rather difficult for me, I won’t lie. You’ll have to start meeting me, and I promise you, if you don’t…the next time I find you, and I will find you. You will die.”
He leaned down, pressing the tip of his nose against Cleeia’s, looking right into his eyes before he moved to press a kiss to his forehead. Marking him.
“I find that I like you though, so I hope you’ll be good for me.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2021 7:47 pm
Cleeia was frozen in place. He couldn't have moved if he'd tried--not with the way his heart was racing and how even though he'd caught his breath briefly, it seemed gone from his lungs all over again when Gelria's fingers so gently traced down his cheek.
This was bad. This was very bad. he knew it was bad. He was terrified.
The pounding of his heart was not entirely from fear.
"Okay," Cleeia agreed. "Okay, I'll keep meeting you, we can figure this out, I--"
He inhaled, sharply. He was missing a very important piece of information about this Senshi.
"What's your name? I--I'm Cleeia, of Inspiration."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2021 8:01 am
Gelria continued to watch him, and then grinned, leaning back and allowing the corrupt to have use of his hands again. “Gelria. Senshi of Cinnamon, though I’m quite sure you already knew that last part.” The grin was much less feral than it had been and he looked utterly pleased with himself. “You and me, we’ll meet back here in two weeks. At eight pm, okay? We’ll have a good time, and get to know each other a little bit more.”
He grinned and stroked the male’s cheek again, before looking almost amused and swooped in, capturing the senshi’s lips in a chaste, teasing kiss. “I want to get to know you more, Cleeia.” He murmured, lips moving almost against his own. “Don’t let me down. I would be so utterly disappointed in you.”
And he didn’t want to be disappointed…and honestly. Cleeia wouldn’t like him to be disappointed either.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2021 1:54 pm
This was Cleeia's first kiss. He had not ever thought to place much importance on that, because it was a silly concern and he wasn't dating anyone, and it was dumb to over-hype it anyway. But this was his first kiss, and it had been stolen from him by an enemy, and his heart was doing ridiculous little flipflops over it, and truly, he needed to stop.
"N-next week, at eight," Cleeia agreed. "I won't let you down."
He shouldn't care. This was someone who was threatening to kill him if he didn't leave the Negaverse. But Gelria had him intrigued. How fascinating to see someone on the other side who was truly, genuinely unafraid to engage in violence.
Perhaps there was more for Cleeia to find there than he'd thought.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2021 2:06 pm
“Not next week, two weeks from now, my inspiration.” He almost purred. Getting off of the corrupt, Gelria took hold of his hands and and pulled him to his feet, before reaching out and smoothing his hair, brushing out some dust from it. “I know you won’t let me down. You’re good for me.”
Gelria pressed a kiss to his cheek and gave a wave, turning on his heel and walking away. There was excitement beginning to bubble up in his gut. This could be good. This could work…would work.
He could save this wayward soul…and have a lot of fun in doing it.
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