Admittedly, You're in a bit of a pickle. The person you want the most? They're with someone else. But that's not going to stop you, because you've decided to take that special someone from their special someone. Was this a long, tortured decision or a impassioned impulse? Do you feel guilty or is this just a testament to what you deserve in life: everything you want?
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prompts
wanted them forever: You've always had feelings for them, but you were too late in realizing it or telling them.
don't deserve them: Their significant other shouldn't be significant, the jerk! This person deserves so much better than they have.
just because you can: You don't have any feelings towards them, you just like to take things that aren't yours.
the ultimate blow: Their significant other is your rival, and you want to one-up the in the most sinister possible way.
conflicted: You actually like who they're with. In fact, they may be a close friend. Can you take away their love like that?
half-hearted: You know you've lost. That doesn't mean you're going to give up on them, though.
undetected: They're so naive that they don't realize your intentions.
unintended: ...wait, you won their heart? You weren't even trying!
with anyone else: They don't even have to be with you. You only want them away from who their with.
forced: You stole them away, all right. No, you literally stole them away.
unsuccessful: Your attempts were in vain and now, it's even worse, because there's a wedge between you and the person you care for the most.
*He certainly hadn't been thinking he'd be stealing Devil's...affections. As far as he was concerned, if Devil loved both him and the lady he'd been dreaming of, that was perfectly fine with him. And it was fine if Devil didn't love him and what he'd thought was attraction wasn't. Whichever, really. He just wants him to be happy. To right his wrongs, though that hasn't been feeling as visceral as it used to.
So, as they take a rest from trailing her, he is absolutely unaware of any internal conflict he may be causing. And...really, unaware of a lot of other things too, as he is, most days, idly drawing in the dirt out of boredom and his usual feeling of being generally...foggy. He feels Devil looking at him and glances up, gives a little twitch of a smile, and stares off at the horizon.*
[His feelings were an absolute mess. He knew he loved her, but lately, these pesky emotions seemed to be developing in areas he wasn't... Exactly expecting. His mind was as filled with thoughts of Enoch as it was with thoughts of his beloved... And honestly, it was... Kind of uncomfortable, given that he both understood and didn't understand it. Why for him? And why now? He really didn't get that.
He found himself looking at him more than usual, offering the slightest of smiles himself when the other looked at him. Things were weird between them, definitely.
Definitely... Strange.
He looks away and curls in on himself a little. If he ignores it, it'll go away... Right??]
*Enoch certainly couldn't explain it. And in his current state, he didn't really want to try, either. His mind was mostly empty as he stared into the distance, little stray beginnings of a thought here and there that never went anywhere.
He happens to glance up at Devil again, though, and...well, he looks uncomfortable. His desire to help other people hasn't waned through the millennia, no matter what sort of psychological weirdness he's gone through. So he gets up and moves to sit beside him.*
I'm not cold. [Devil casually leans to the side, away from the scribe, when Enoch comes to sit next to him. Seriously, what was wrong with the distance between them? It was fine, wasn't it? He's too close. At least right now, at this moment. He wants distance.]
*He doesn't press it when he leans away. After all, he has every right to not want to be near him. The agony that would cause him seems so far away. It just makes him lethargic, really; he draws himself up into a ball, resting his head on his knees, eyes closed.*
I would be remiss if I didn't worry. But you can talk to me about anything you'd like.
... [Well, this was certainly awkward. Very awkward, all of a sudden. He sits there quietly for a moment, before moving to get up. He doesn't want to linger in that awkwardness for too long, for obvious reasons.]
All right. *Enoch glances his way again for a moment before looking back at the clouds.* Be careful.
*He might be mistaken for relaxed, if the person with him hadn't been with him for so long. Devil would know it wasn't true relaxation; he'd be smiling if it was. No, it's just...blankness.*
[Devil glances back at him, before moving off, wandering around, going out of sight, definitely... Wandering off pretty far, even, even though he should probably try to remain close so they won't lose each other.
Several hours later he's still not returned. Day has stretched into early evening, the sky darkening rapidly, though it's still a while until the stars will be out. And there's certainly no sign of him either. Not yet, at least.]
*Enoch had fallen asleep, of course, as he's wont to do lately. Waking to find himself alone, though...
He gets up, refrains from calling out for him. If he's been captured, alerting them to his location won't do anyone any good. If he's been captured, he'll need to surprise his captors.
He summons his armor and makes his way in the direction he'd left, watching and listening carefully. Hopefully, he'd just seen her and ran off after her...*
[He'll find Devil seated under a tree, just looking up, expression distant. He'd wandered a while and then just... Sat down, and stared off into the distance, much like he's doing now. In fact, it will take Enoch getting pretty close for him to even react to his presence.]
... Is something wrong? [He's instantly wary when he sees the armor, and sits up, a bit alert.
Since obviously something had caused Enoch to be alert. He doesn't even realize that it's his fault.]
He seems to become aware of his surroundings first now, and blinks a couple of times, trying to snap himself out of the daze he'd been in. He... Hadn't even noticed the darkening of the sky at all.]
When did it get this late? [Maybe while he was spaced out. Oops.]
*Enoch isn't fussing over it too much, though. Devil's fine and there's no danger. He kind of wants to sleep again now that there's no danger - what's wrong with him?*
It's all right. It's not so different from what's happened to me, I think.
[He honestly hadn't intended to be gone for quite so long. He'd wandered, lost in his own thoughts, come to a comfortable place to sit and then his mind had slipped from him, into thoughts he couldn't really grasp. How strange.. He knows losing track of his surroundings is dangerous, but...]
I'm sorry... [His apology is soft, barely audible. He hadn't intended to be away for so long.
Something inside him aches, and instinctively, he leans on the other, moving a hand to cup the other's cheek, turning his head to make him look at him, and then he tilts his head, closing the distance between them, pressing his lips softly to Enoch's.]
Hm? *The confusion he expresses when Devil cups his cheek and turns his head is mild, but when he tilts his head and leans in for a kiss, there's...well, at first there's nothing, because while he'd seen glimpses of attraction he certainly hadn't been expecting this, and then when his lips press against his, there's an ache, a longing, deep inside him. He's gone so long without affection, with nothing but self-loathing, that this catches him off guard, that whatever his mind is doing to protect itself from pain wasn't prepared for this...
He leans into the kiss, his eyes starting to slip closed, the building ache inside him bringing tears to his eyes that he doesn't even realize are there.*
[When he doesn't meet any resistance, and Enoch even leans in, Devil takes that as a sign to deepen the kiss, eyes closing as the hand cupping his cheek moves to run through blond hair, tangling lightly into the strands.
He... Still feels confused, about his own feelings, about... Well, a lot of things.
*The closest analogy he could think of would be when one fasts and eventually stops feeling hungry, only to be reminded of how little had been eaten when finally given food again.
That was the way he clung to this kiss, whimpering softly in the back of his throat as a need he had forgotten entirely, even told himself he didn't deserve for the longest time, was filled for the first time in thousands of years.
Overwhelming as it was, he didn't want it to end.*
[It was a good thing that Devil didn't want it to end either. It felt nice. It felt amazing, to kiss him, to touch him, to cling to him, pulling himself closer, one arm wrapping around his neck, his free hand remaining clutched in his hair, holding on, not pulling, but not really giving him chance to withdraw just yet.
He lets out a low whine, muffled against his lips, feeling a sudden need to remain as close as possible.
It's... Probably pathetic. He's crying, too. But he doesn't care. It feels nice and he doesn't feel quite so hollow and that's good enough for him. So he doesn't give a damn about how pathetic of a display it must be.]
*It's like he was waiting for permission; when Devil wraps his arm around his neck, holds on tighter, he clings too, turning to wrap his arms around him, no different than the times he'd done so before in his last attempts for comfort, and yet? Unlike each and every one.
His eyes crack open to get a glimpse of Devil's face, though that doesn't last long as on reflex they close again. It's too much, to take in the sight of him too, along with the feeling - physical and emotional (though mostly emotional) - of the kiss and their embrace. Enoch shifts to let him in closer, almost pulling him into his lap with how tightly he holds on.
He can't be close enough. How badly he's missed affection, giving it and receiving it, and not worrying about whether he deserved it...*
[Devil certainly doesn't mind, happily moving into his lap in fact, groaning softly, feeling the need to be as close as they possibly can be. His eyes remained closed, though tears escape him anyway, running down over his cheeks and the hand in his hair shifts to rest at the back of his head, fingers moving down over the back of his neck.
Eventually he has to pull away, panting, trying to catch his breath, but only a moment later, he kisses him again. He doesn't want to stop. Not yet.]
*Enoch tilts his head to maintain the kiss as Devil climbs into his lap, dizzy with happiness his mind isn't accustomed to, but completely unwilling to let himself come back to his dulled reality. He whines breathlessly as Devil pulls away, already leaning in to meet the second kiss when it comes.
He's more aware of himself than he's been for a good while, the fallen angel warm in his arms, the cool air, the taste of their tears, of his lips, the smell of his skin...it's all suddenly so real again.
He leans back on an arm, slowly to coax Devil to lean with him - he wants to feel his weight. His other arm slips from his shoulders too, so he can lift his hand to cup his cheek as they kiss, his thumb idly stroking it, wiping away the tears on that side. Not because he thinks he shouldn't cry; it's all a reflex, all he has as he swims in these wonderful feelings he's denied himself so long.*
[ Blacksmith and single dad from a fantasy-ish matriarchal society; kind of the young man who was a little dreamy and a little artistic and fell for the whole romantic love thing but got burned. Not very trusting, very determined to protect his daughters, but at heart a nurturer. He has a very hard time letting anyone suffer.
The society he comes from very much does the arranged marriage thing, and men don't make many decisions about who they end up with.
(ah, i thought maybe being the stolen one? if it's anyone but tsukishima, from the latter, but if it's him then maybe from ennoshita. i like his dynamic with yamaguchi and it would probably pay off)
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So, as they take a rest from trailing her, he is absolutely unaware of any internal conflict he may be causing. And...really, unaware of a lot of other things too, as he is, most days, idly drawing in the dirt out of boredom and his usual feeling of being generally...foggy. He feels Devil looking at him and glances up, gives a little twitch of a smile, and stares off at the horizon.*
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He found himself looking at him more than usual, offering the slightest of smiles himself when the other looked at him. Things were weird between them, definitely.
Definitely... Strange.
He looks away and curls in on himself a little. If he ignores it, it'll go away... Right??]
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He happens to glance up at Devil again, though, and...well, he looks uncomfortable. His desire to help other people hasn't waned through the millennia, no matter what sort of psychological weirdness he's gone through. So he gets up and moves to sit beside him.*
You seem uncomfortable. Are you cold?
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It's nothing. Don't worry about it.
[Seriously...
He wouldn't know where to start anyway.]
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I would be remiss if I didn't worry. But you can talk to me about anything you'd like.
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I don't have anything to talk to you about.
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*Why would he, anyway? That was pretty stupid of him. He stretches out beside him, looking up at the sky.
He must be the only human being in the world who can stare up into the heavens and not feel some sort of comfort from it.*
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I'm going to walk around a bit. You stay here.
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*He might be mistaken for relaxed, if the person with him hadn't been with him for so long. Devil would know it wasn't true relaxation; he'd be smiling if it was. No, it's just...blankness.*
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Several hours later he's still not returned. Day has stretched into early evening, the sky darkening rapidly, though it's still a while until the stars will be out. And there's certainly no sign of him either. Not yet, at least.]
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He gets up, refrains from calling out for him. If he's been captured, alerting them to his location won't do anyone any good. If he's been captured, he'll need to surprise his captors.
He summons his armor and makes his way in the direction he'd left, watching and listening carefully. Hopefully, he'd just seen her and ran off after her...*
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... Is something wrong? [He's instantly wary when he sees the armor, and sits up, a bit alert.
Since obviously something had caused Enoch to be alert. He doesn't even realize that it's his fault.]
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He sighs, dismisses his armor, and sits beside him.*
When you didn't return, I was worried you may have been found.
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[Actually...
He seems to become aware of his surroundings first now, and blinks a couple of times, trying to snap himself out of the daze he'd been in. He... Hadn't even noticed the darkening of the sky at all.]
When did it get this late? [Maybe while he was spaced out. Oops.]
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*Enoch isn't fussing over it too much, though. Devil's fine and there's no danger. He kind of wants to sleep again now that there's no danger - what's wrong with him?*
It's all right. It's not so different from what's happened to me, I think.
*Doesn't that make it not all right?*
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I'm sorry... [His apology is soft, barely audible. He hadn't intended to be away for so long.
Something inside him aches, and instinctively, he leans on the other, moving a hand to cup the other's cheek, turning his head to make him look at him, and then he tilts his head, closing the distance between them, pressing his lips softly to Enoch's.]
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He leans into the kiss, his eyes starting to slip closed, the building ache inside him bringing tears to his eyes that he doesn't even realize are there.*
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He... Still feels confused, about his own feelings, about... Well, a lot of things.
But that doesn't stop this from feeling right...]
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That was the way he clung to this kiss, whimpering softly in the back of his throat as a need he had forgotten entirely, even told himself he didn't deserve for the longest time, was filled for the first time in thousands of years.
Overwhelming as it was, he didn't want it to end.*
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He lets out a low whine, muffled against his lips, feeling a sudden need to remain as close as possible.
It's... Probably pathetic. He's crying, too. But he doesn't care. It feels nice and he doesn't feel quite so hollow and that's good enough for him. So he doesn't give a damn about how pathetic of a display it must be.]
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His eyes crack open to get a glimpse of Devil's face, though that doesn't last long as on reflex they close again. It's too much, to take in the sight of him too, along with the feeling - physical and emotional (though mostly emotional) - of the kiss and their embrace. Enoch shifts to let him in closer, almost pulling him into his lap with how tightly he holds on.
He can't be close enough. How badly he's missed affection, giving it and receiving it, and not worrying about whether he deserved it...*
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Eventually he has to pull away, panting, trying to catch his breath, but only a moment later, he kisses him again. He doesn't want to stop. Not yet.]
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He's more aware of himself than he's been for a good while, the fallen angel warm in his arms, the cool air, the taste of their tears, of his lips, the smell of his skin...it's all suddenly so real again.
He leans back on an arm, slowly to coax Devil to lean with him - he wants to feel his weight. His other arm slips from his shoulders too, so he can lift his hand to cup his cheek as they kiss, his thumb idly stroking it, wiping away the tears on that side. Not because he thinks he shouldn't cry; it's all a reflex, all he has as he swims in these wonderful feelings he's denied himself so long.*
Michael {Dawn of the dead
Malak | Original
The society he comes from very much does the arranged marriage thing, and men don't make many decisions about who they end up with.
Can AU him wherever. ]
Yamaguchi Tadashi || Haikyuu!!
Ushahin Dreamspinner | The Sundering
Alayne Stone | A Song of Ice and Fire
Sarah Manning || BBC || Orphan Black || F/M
Rin Tohsaka | Fate universe | OTA