So much for 11:30

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We didn’t get power back until 6:59 this morning. Gah, I so wanted to gett on too. *flails* Sadly I had to conserve my phone battery so I didn’t get on mobile. 

*dies* 

I have to work tonight so I’ll try to answer all threads before hand okay?

Powers Out.

My laptop died and soon as I went to plug it in, I lost power. We won’t get it back until about 11:30 pm tonight.

death-becomes-you: [chained to the wall meme] "I hope you don't mind." Oleander grinned, walking over to Ronin. "I thought this would add a little something fun into our sex life." He winked before dropping down in front of Ronin. His hands fumbled with the other's belt as he stared up at him. "You've been a bad boy, Ronin."

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Ronin looked down at the other, his chest heaving a bit as he watched the other. Anticipation crawling up him, but he kept it at bay and hidden behind a smirk and raised brow. 

"Have I? What have I done?" He chuckled lightly at the other.

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death-becomes-you: "Peace out, Ronin." Oleander whispered, carrying himself to bed. The familiar numbness was taking over once more.

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He shut the door and stood outside for a moment or two. Trying to decide if he should really leave of if he was being childish after all this was over the crocodile. Biting his lower lip, Ronin stepped off the porch and continued down the sidewalk. They would work this out later, but right now he needed some time to think.

Leaving part of his heart in the house. 

"I’m fine." Oleander frowned, avoiding eye contact with his husband. "I deserved it." He shrugged. "Are you sure you don’t want me to do something about your hand?" He was trying to change the topic, he could feel the guilt swelter within Ronin’s heart and it made the guilt triple within his own. 

He grabbed Ronin’s hand to place tender kisses against his palm. “I love you, Ronin, and I am so sorry about last night. Things got out of hand and I shouldn’t have upset you like I did. I know you’re never going to leave me. I’m just… I’m afraid of being alone.”

A frown pulls on his lips, “You did not. It was uncalled for…” before he looks down once more, “No…it’s fine. Mainly bruised is all it is.” He chuckles  lightly, though it wasn’t full of joy at all. Watching as Oleander kisses the middle of his palm.

Feeling undeserving of the words.

"We both became upset, you know we’re not going to agree or see eye to eye on everything." He  takes his hand and gently places it on Oleander’s cheek. "You know, I would never leave you alone though. Ever." His lips gently press to his husbands own, slowly and loving. Apologetic and sincere. 

"I never want to lose you Ole…you are my world."

Child Thief au | (closed)

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The creature sat in waiting, golden eyes scanning the park. He let out a small annoyed sigh as he overlooked the happy smiling faces of children. Children that had loving parents, a great home. Children that had never known hardships and would never know them. A scowl plastered itself to his face as he continued to observe the surroundings. 

Squatted in the tree the thief sat and waited, looking for the perfect child. He would need one that came from a bad home, one that wanted to forget, one that was durable. He only wanted the best for his army of Devils, and the best came from broken homes. Those kinds of kids were fighters, they could withstand the island and the mist, they could withstand Avalon.

There

He grinned wickedly as he found his target. He could already read in the kid’s posture just how rough his life was, just what he was trying to escape. The thief knew this child would make the perfect Devil for the Lady. 

The King of the Devils leapt from his perch and started for his target. It would take some convincing, but this child would live and fight, so long as he could win him over. Putting on the best contagious smile he could muster, he bumped into the boy and giggled.

"Hey! You want to play?"

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Ronin shoves his hands deep into his pockets as the cold wind pulled at his clothes. A small shiver passing over him, god he hated how cold it got here. He hates living with his uncle, and he hates having to listen to all those god forsaken rules, but since his parents died he has no choice.

He was still learning how to speak English  so when  the kid popped in front of him. Blinking in confusion, Ronin tries to guess what the other had said. 

"Uh…Tá brón orm. My English is not that good."

Death is Real (Closed)

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When she left, Anubis stared at the water a moment or two. He was thirsty, his mouth was dry, and he wanted a drink. But the God was not willing to drink anything that might have been poisoned or dirty. He would just have to wait for Ronin to drink some first. 

With that in mind, Anubis followed the lady, worry falling over his face as he looked at Ronin. If he couldn’t hear the man’s heart… could he even bring him back to life? Or did he lose that power too once his father turned him into a mortal?

The woman at least smiled when Anubis follows after her to check on his companion. Though she didn’t say anything as she places a pail of water beside Ronin’s bed. Taking a cloth the woman dampened it and placed it on Ronin’s forehead, knowing that he was dehydrated, but he was also exceedingly hot from the sun. 

So she cools him off with the damp cloth before finally turning her head toward the other. “My name is Madiline, and you’re friend will be fine.” She gave Anubis a reassuring smile, she didn’t look any older then twenty. “Please have a seat.”

Sex & Violence| (Closed RP)

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After about thirty minutes, Oleander stepped out of the shower and toweled off. “Nini, didn’t you hear me?” He called, wrapping the towel around his lower body. 

He walked out of the shower and down the hall, pushing open his husband’s office door once he reached it. “Baby~,” Oleander grinned, leaning against the door from and jutting out his hip, “you didn’t want to shower with me?” He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips as he stepped closer.

"You should spend some time with me since you’re home and all. You’ve been so focused on that damn paperwork of yours it’s like you never left the office." He chuckled.

"Hmm? Oh, no. My apologies love. I guess I got to consumed with my work once again." His eyes shift toward the other as a fleeting smile found his lips before it became focused on the computer in front of him.

Thinning his lips he couldn’t help the thought of Ole’s baby mama calling relentlessly and one could say that he was being immature by working to spite the other, but he saw it as trying to bury the pain behind his work. 

"I’m not always focused on paperwork, it’s just when I’m not doing this, you’re off on the phone for hours on end."  Keeping the hurt from his voice and replacing it with curiosity. "Must be someone important if you even go to another room to talk."

death-becomes-you: "Peace out, Ronin." Oleander whispered, carrying himself to bed. The familiar numbness was taking over once more.

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He shut the door and stood outside for a moment or two. Trying to decide if he should really leave of if he was being childish after all this was over the crocodile. Biting his lower lip, Ronin stepped off the porch and continued down the sidewalk. They would work this out later, but right now he needed some time to think.

Leaving part of his heart in the house. 

Stifling another yawn, Ronin merely nods and sits up. “I will, I don’t much feel like doing anything anyway. My head is killing me..my hand?” Looking down, he noticed his knuckles were bruised and scraped. “It’s all right. Nothing’s broken anyway.” He chuckled lightly before looking over at Oleander.

"What about your cheek?" He remembers hitting him, but couldn’t remember if his fist sustained more damage then Oleander’s face or not. 

"It’s fine." Oleander frowned, reaching a hand up to run it over the darkened bruised. It hurt, but he wouldn’t say it to Ronin. "Want me to bandage up your hand?" 

Oleander sat up and pushed himself against the wall. He stared down at his feet, yesterday running through his mind. It had been the biggest fight they had ever had and it was over something so stupid. 

Ronin watches him, knowing his cheek hurt worse the he was letting on, and Ronin felt guilty about  that. “No, no don’t. It’s fine love. It’s not bleeding.” He chuckles  lightly before standing to his feet and moving in front of Ole’. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

A soft touch met Oleander’s shoulder, before an even softer touch met Oleander’s chin and gently tilted the others chin to get a better look at the bruise. 

Guilt lines his features as he looks away. “I’m sorry.”

death-becomes-you: [chained to the wall meme] "I hope you don't mind." Oleander grinned, walking over to Ronin. "I thought this would add a little something fun into our sex life." He winked before dropping down in front of Ronin. His hands fumbled with the other's belt as he stared up at him. "You've been a bad boy, Ronin."

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Ronin looked down at the other, his chest heaving a bit as he watched the other. Anticipation crawling up him, but he kept it at bay and hidden behind a smirk and raised brow. 

"Have I? What have I done?" He chuckled lightly at the other.

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Sex & Violence| (Closed RP)

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"Alright, that’s cool. Yeah, I know." Oleander frowned as he spoke into the phone that was shoved between his ear and shoulder. "Yes, baby momma. Talk at you later." He removed the phone and ended the call. "Ra, does that woman ever shut it?"

It had been another call about Lindie and finances. The God had agreed to help pay for most of Lindie’s school clothes and accessories this year; money was no object for the God since the DJS paid him well. The woman had been calling him multiple times in a day, and honestly it was starting to get on his nerves. 

"Nini! I’m getting in the shower. Join if you want!" Oleander called, stripping down and heading for the bathroom. The two were finally alone, Lindie having spent most of the week there unannounced. Oleander didn’t mind his daughter not warning him about coming, and he enjoyed the extra time with her, but he knew it was starting to put a strain on his husband. 

Unknown to Oleander, his baby momma started calling the moment he was in the shower.

Ronin was finishing up some work that he’d agreed to do at home, if he was going to take a vacation they would at least give him something to work on when he wasn’t spending time with Ole…which seemed harder for some reason. He’s spent his entire time on the phone, for the past few days in fact he’d been talking to her the mother of his daughter.

Ronin doesn’t have an issue with Lindie, he likes her. She’s Oleander’s daughter and didn’t ask for the situation. It is her mother he wasn’t fond of, so why was she calling so much now? It didn’t seem to matter that Ronin was here, if she called Ole even got up and left the room to speak to her.

As if it is some big secret, not responding when Oleander went to shower. He merely snapped his laptop shut and stood to his feet. Wanting something to drink, as he was fixing his glass, Ronin hears the phone ring once more.

Just one glance at the caller id causes him to growl. 

He just got off the phone with her. Grabbing the phone, Ronin answers it.

"I don’t know why you’re calling here once again, but it’s going to stop. He takes care of your daughter now leave him alone. Don’t call here again." 

Hanging up the phone and slams it down on the counter, contemplating blocking her, but it is Ole’s cell and he wouldn’t want to encroach on his trust like that.

Though he did shut the phone off and stalk backed to his office where he ran his hand down his face and throw back his drink. Pushing his focus on his work once more.