laying in my little gingham swimsuit in the backyard, drinking a coke and listening to the born to die album. guess a coquette girl possessed me
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name: kairos vladimir ( he took his bestfriends last name )
age: he's also ancient
height: 6'4
occupation: former swordsman, forever bff to samael.
species: vampire ( turned by samael )
he grew up penniless, poor, a villager who had nothing before he met samael. the two became fast friends, and he learned plenty by samael's side, to fight, swordsmanship, to read and write. he owes a lot of his current wealth in life to his bestfriend. and he truly feels lucky that he was able to keep that bond to this day.
during one of the last wars they fought together, he'd gotten skewered by arrows, and had begged samael to turn him and he did, because they had a bond that couldn't be found anywhere and samael refused to let him go. they were brothers. and truly, kairos would have followed him to the end of the earth if it meant he could keep the joy of life in samael's life and so he did, even centuries later.
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"Well well well, arn't the fireworks just gorgerous this year. Cheers!!"
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@kyukicho said: take some deep breaths. bajitora
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Kazutora scowls, glaring at Baji as he shrugs himself out of his grip. " I don't want some fucking meditation or breathing advice! " Kazutora snaps as he turns - looks for something, anything to take his anger out on. He settles on kicking an empty glass bottle and watching it fly into an alley wall and shatter into pieces. It's satisfying for a moment, but only a moment.
His mind oh so helpfully whispers to him that it was probably because most others didn't already have a murder charge, most others weren't already killers. People were afraid of him. Even if Baji wasn't, others were. His fists curl into fists and he shoves them into the pockets of his Valhalla jacket. Valhalla. The first step to his eventual revenge. It's strange to wear a gang jacket again but he likes this one. It's comfortable. The headless angel on the back feels like a declaration, an announcement, a warning.
There's too much energy running under his skin; Kazutora paces and prowls in the alleyway like a tiger in a space too small to confine it. " I don't need some stupid breathing exercise! " Or if he did, he certainly wasn't in the headspace to do it. His sorrow was paralyzing, but his anger was restless. It always had been, it was something he'd never had a good handle on. He isn't actually upset at Baji. But his anger looks for an outlet anywhere. Even when it's sometimes from a kind hand. It often led to destruction of property or doing something dumb if he was on his own, just something to burn away the energy
" It's because it's me, right? " He laughs, voice wavering and cracking as he struggles against the urge to just punch or kick the brick wall to let the anger out somewhere. It festers in his chest, an energy that doesn't have an easy outlet. " I just- I need- I need- " but Kazutora never specifies, he just gestures around as if that would somehow explain it.
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@thesnowbellebakery { ☯ }
"As fluffy as you look, I'm going to say no."
“You sure? I am super fluffy plus extra warm, make the hugs extra comfy~”
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