Return of Angel-boy

[beyourarmy]

[Arm bleeding from a long cut, slightly beat up, Setsuna looks furious at first, definitely lecturing someone, but he stops mid-tirade, confused.]

-you....

What the hell? Oh, come on! I was home for FIVE minutes! Maybe ten. I had Sara with me and everything! You couldn't just leave me there a little longer? I'm this close to finishing God off!

[Inspects the gash on his arm, then frowns.] Wait. Does this mean - I went home, I was sixteen again, came back here in the same clothes, same injury, same body.

Am I sixteen AGAIN? Ungh! Stupid City! Should've just left me there.

[Seeing the device, he grabs it, his wings extend for flight, then he ends the feed in disgust.]



[ooc: So Setsuna was canon updated by almost nothing, and returns during this curse.]

Comments

Private

[beyourarmy]

[Gives you an idea how screwed up Setsuna really is under that charm, then.]

Aw, you'd really do that for me? How about some cookies this time?

[At least there's a proper trend!]

Private

[worldofourown]

Chocolate chip.

[ With a dash of angel-blood. ]

Private

[beyourarmy]

Well...okay, I guess.

I kinda wanted to get home, but I have time to see you first.

[Shhh. Don't tell him that part.]

Private

[worldofourown]

I'll be waiting by the Warehouse. In the Underground.

[ And spoil the surprise? ]

Private

[beyourarmy]

That's a weird place for cookies. I don't know where that is.

Private

[worldofourown]

It's in the Underground.

[ Forwarding directions. ]

I was shopping down there.

Private

[beyourarmy]

Shopping for what, exactly?

Re: Private

[worldofourown]

[ Food. For Solomon. Who is staying at Phantomhive. ]

Awfully nosy, aren't you? Do you want those cookies or not?

Private

[beyourarmy]

[Awww. Good. They're sticking together now.]

Well, of course I want them. But since you're further than I thought, I'm gonna stop by home first.

Private

[worldofourown]

[ Let's see how long it lasts. ]

Fine. Run along and powder your nose.

I'll be waiting.

Private - timeskip to later?

[beyourarmy]

Thanks. I'll be down there in a bit.

Not powdering my nose, though. Girls do that crap, and I don't need makeup!

Sure ^^

[worldofourown]

With such a pretty face~?

Why should you?

After he's seen Kira, then.

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna shows up where the directions told him to go. He still doesn't get why they have to meet up here, though. At least there's fewer "angels".]

[worldofourown]

[ Calling Setsuna here? Is a punishment of sorts. He was angry -- bored -- with the boy gone. Setsuna wasn't responsible for the departure, true. But Karl's irate enough to overlook that logic. ]

[ Chiropterans are territorial creatures. ]

[ He keeps the anger off his face. Waits for Setsuna at a shaded corner. Smile fixed. ]

[beyourarmy]

[Not that Setsuna registers punishment of this level. He doesn't even have to try - Setsuna's practically beaming when he sees Karl.]

Thankfully, your skins so pale it practically glows in there.

You miss me?

[worldofourown]

I really need to get a tanning bed. These vampire jokes are growing stale.

[ Harmless, almost-affectionate, he opens his arms. ]

Come here.

[beyourarmy]

[ALERT! ALERT!]

Since when did you start giving out hugs? [Backs away. Once upon a time he might have fallen for that, though.]

[worldofourown]

[ Pretend-pout. ]

Since when did you start refusing them?

I promise I'm not contagious.

[beyourarmy]

It's just not something you've ever seem comfortable with.

[But fuck it. He's twitching to, now, and it feels good to put his arms around Karl and lightly squeeze.]

I heard you caused trouble while I was gone. Not that I'm surprised.

[worldofourown]

[ It's not a stiff hug on Karl's part. But that's mostly because it's no hug. It's a prelude to a deadman's grip. ]

What trouble~? I've behaved wonderfully these few days.

[ Lucid and bitter. Worried about Solomon. Missing Diva. Clutching at futile distraction. ]

[beyourarmy]

[Now that isn't going to surprise him, weirdly enough.]

Not according to Hatter.

[worldofourown]

That wasn't trouble. That was fun and games.

[ Leaning in, he whispers: ]

In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret.

[beyourarmy]

Hatter was talking about feathers and you blowing up after that, or something. Not so sure that was just games.

[Wide eyed.]

Huh?

[worldofourown]

Those are games. For me, anyway.

[ No words. His fangs flash in the gloom. And he's already sunk in, tight against the boy's neck, the flesh parting around his teeth like butter, his mouth filling with liquid life. ]

[ Karl's twisted idea of a warm greeting. ]

[beyourarmy]

You're a masochist, aren't....

[He's only mildly stunned at first. Shuts up for a second. But ultimately, this was expected, in a way, so he's not terribly surprised. Worse yet, he's starting to associate this with affection where Karl's concerned. Sure, it might mean he's just a meal, but Setsuna has his own ideas.]

Mmmm. I guess coming over with a bandaged wound is like a come on line to vampires, huh?