halfliight:

_{I will ρяσтєcт you}

           _{until my l a s t}

    _{b r e a t h.} 

[text] I hear a celebration is in order?!

<sup>[SMS] Of course! We’ll decorate the shop and everything too!

Hopefully the others take it well also, I can’t wait to do this!</sup>

‡‡

^{Back at ya! Thanks also.}

<sup>⊰⚔⊱—— Why must this happen to him? Well, earlier that is, he already found himself regretting his attempt at making his way back home. He thought he felt that guy cut his damn lip inside with how hard he hit him, that and one of his pointed incisors had cut into said imbecile’s finger as a sort of retaliation for this. A deserving sort of punishment in his mind, eye for an eye after all. Sighing frustratedly, he just wanted to get back to the shop and ignore this ever happened to him.

He still needed to fix the jukebox, not deal with someone trying to jack him for what little he could afford when it came to tools. It almost made him want to chuck the things into the nearest storm drain and just declare that he didn’t want to do this yet that was not what he wished for. As irritated as he is, loyalty came first and he owed them more than he could ever repay.

Being stupid isn’t on his list of things to do tonight, not when he needed to focus on fixing the things he broke in the first place.</sup>

tengokuokuru:

_{Yearning looks, glances up towards the sky as nightfall had come once again. It had only been days since Bithiel had landed here, yet she still wasn’t exactly sure what she was suppose to do. Reaching up towards the twinkling stars she wanted to go back home, but sadly this Angel knew that wasn’t going to happen until she somehow fixed the mess she had made. Small feet roamed around letting the night air brush against her skin. The feeling was almost euphoric. Absolutely easy to get lost in, and she had. She had lost herself so much in her own world that she had almost no time to notice the male that seemed to be doing the same exact thing.}

_{“Excuse me?”}

_{A questionable tone came forth as she cocked her head trying to get a better look at the other. Dark hair. Crimson eyes. Who was he exactly? She hadn’t come across anyone she’d used her voice with. Usually she just walked away from everyone that came across her path.}

<sup>⊰⚔⊱—— The soft tone reaching his ears caused his little trip to memory lane to fade off into his return to reality. Rustic hues were now settling on her as if trying to place a name to her face, her scent was different even to Gil and he didn’t in particular recall anyone that had the appearance of a bubblegum goth or something akin to one. Strange, he nearly had mistaken her for holding a sort of purity to her that made him almost want to step back for fear of what may happen if he watched for too long.

Who is she? A new face was what caused him worry, a new face with this look is another thing when he found himself trying to decide between answering or not. Might as well, rudeness didn’t get people anywhere and he held no desire to be that way. “Yes, ma'am?” At least his time around the others taught him manners, his previous master’s never cared much for that aside from his destructive capabilities.

That aside, he found himself hit with something, realization. The time and everything, damn it! As hidden as it is, he didn’t feel like showing how panicked he is, his master was going to not be happy if he missed anything important.</sup>

<sup>⊰⚔⊱—— This time was different, as unusual as it was the rusty hues were focused off in space. Not a sound leaving him and he almost seemed to be stuck in place, lost in thought, something surprising for Gilgamesh. Deep thinking is a rare occurrence for him, now being such a time and he hardly noticed it might be time for him to snap out of it. He needed to get back to the shop soon and this wouldn’t help him much after the whole… destroying the place incident, he never had been chewed out so much in his life until then. Well, there was when Echidna caught him, but he never spoke of that.

Still, clear nights often got him thinking when he went out and it seemed like his mind may not be coming back to reality easily. Old memories always did this to him and now was no exception to it.</sup>

themilitiaofthephoenix:

“Hello there.” His stare relented, face softening a small bit. “Good evening, and what brings you around these parts?”

^{⊰⚔⊱—— Since he took that as a sign to relax, he supposed he better start talking now. Gil didn’t wish to be rude now. “Traveling, sir,” not a lie, traveling was normal enough for him when he felt need to leave the shop temporarily. “hope that I’m not bothering you with my arrival.” He meant that of course, he held little to no desire to create problems.}

themilitiaofthephoenix:

fulminis

Noah simply glared at the new arrival, hands still for once.

^{⊰⚔⊱—— Glaring? He almost seemed confused as to what warranted that, last Gilgamesh had checked he hadn’t exactly… done anything wrong so why was this man giving him the cold shoulder? It almost made him wonder if leaving may be a better option than standing around like he was now. This isn’t how he wished to make friends.}

                                                Answer is — {you can’t tell ‘em.} 

                                   They’ll never understand.

                    Because what you did WAS FOR THE RIGHT REASON

                                             BUT what you did was also w r o n g

And you’ll never wash it off

                                                           _{Killing  is  an   art}

  When you enter the battlefield, let your knife be the brush.

                                                         _{And the ground beneath a canvas.}

                       _{Use the {blood} of your enemies to create a terrifying….}

                                                    _Masterpiece.