XANXUS (ex_enraged525) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2009-02-15 18:29:00 |
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Current mood: | annoyed |
Current music: | HOPE ON FIRE: vienna teng |
gotta bite, gotta strike [active]
Who: XANXUS (enraged) and Kyouya Hibari (nuvola)
What: Love curse. IT'S ALL IN THE FAMILY.
When: Now-ish
Where: 1010B
Warnings: Is this technically ince-- violence, most likely, language and typical XANXUS and Hibari-related warnings apply, not to mention maybe some... not so typical. :|
Seated in his usual, worn comfort of a chair, boots up on a table-- did he ever leave that thing?-- Xanxus was, ruby eyes focused on the door. Opening it? Not likely. Even if he... felt as he suspected, he wouldn't open the door for someone who was capable of opening (or getting someone to open) it. The man steepled his hands, leaning slightly forward. Mild interest, if anything. This fucking time of year, that particular person? What the fuck, really. He shook his head. Whatever, it was a weird feeling, to be sure, maybe this was just something odd-- but... something about the Cloud guardian. Something.
Maybe it was the way he wore his coat around his shoulders as a kid-- that reminded the Varia leader of himself, (sleeves? fuck sleeves. he didn't need any fucking sleeves. sleeves were for trash) and the most important person in Xanxus's life was, of course, himself. Besides, if it got to be too much of a problem, he could always shoot him. He was just another scum, aligned against him in a roundabout way, anyhow. The dark-haired man waited, in his den of a room. Fine furniture, fine trappings, but the aura was somber, if luxurious, and it was almost as if his own brooding had formed the atmosphere in the room.
Waiting, the holder of the rage flame leaned forward, tipping a bottle over one glass-- another stood beside it, but he left it unfilled. He plucked the tumbler up, before tipping it into his mouth. The familiar burn felt good, and he sank back again. Seeing him would just quell that feeling stirring in his stomach, of course. No way he'd ever fall for anyone-- much less one of Sawada's dogs.