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An angel of a darker sort

THE unusual guardian angel SHIPPING MEME

These days, it seems like everything is going your way. Any promotions or prizes to be won, they're yours, no competition. Work of yours that previously went unnoticed or unrewarded is suddenly admired by everyone, as if they finally see your worth. Mysterious gifts appear on your doorstep. And bullies or enemies? A thing of the past! Anyone who would try to hurt you is backing off; dangerous situations you'd have to face before are working themselves out, too. It's like you have a guardian angel.

...actually, it's less than "like." You do have a guardian angel, and the reasons they've turned their attentions towards you are less than platonic duties. They've fallen for you - or become obsessed with you, depending on how things work with them. But the real problem is that they're no angel at all. Whether they're just a person with extremely un-heavenly morals or a creature who couldn't be further from an angel, they won't be getting a halo anytime soon. That doesn't stop their feelings for you, though.

Of course, all of this opens up a string of questions. Have you two met, or did they fall from afar? Will your stomach turn when the truth is revealed? Can you two ever be together, or is their, erm, "affection" dangerous? What else will they do for you?

...and what about you? Are you so squeaky clean or normal yourself?

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ROLES

"Guarded:" Who's taken such a shining to you?
"Angel:" You've come to fancy them so much, you'll do anything to make life easier on them until its time for them to meet you...if that's ever going to happen.

"GUARDED"

Light: You're as pure as the fallen snow.
Dark: You don't have the cleanest record, honestly.

"ANGEL"

Morally Grey: You've made some bad decisions in your life that would keep those pearly gates closed.
Creature Feature: You're not a human, certainly, but what are you? Perhaps a creature of the darkness?

SITUATION

Met Before: You two have met, but you'd never expect
Never Knew: They grew to love (or "love") you from far away.

PLAN TO MEET?

No: They should never see you or know who you are. It would only bring pain.
Yes: Why wouldn't they want you in return?

RESPONSE

Positive: All their kindness is enough for you.
Negative: Get away! Get out! You want them to never come near them again.

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[ Couldn't resist this one. M/m for shipping, ota for general. ]

[Taking a late night walk was one thing. Taking a late night walk outside of the protection of the castle walls another. Jeile however did not care as he at times liked to escape his role as crown prince and all the duties that came with it. And honestly what was the worst that could happen?

To be attacked in a dark street apparently. Even when dressing in simpler clothes he looked to be every part the royalty that he were. At least he had not left unarmed, but it was a big group that went after him and he had by accident backed himself into a dead end alley. Not good. Now he was left without an escape route.]

[ The shade of night gave cover to all sorts of creatures, from beggars to thieves, princes to vampires. Or dhampires to be more accurate. Alucard was the half-breed union of vampire and woman, a sad creature with all of the blood-lust and carnal desires of the undead his father had given him but all of the moral greyness that went with humanity. A curious creature he was beautiful and ugly, gentle and barbaric all at the same time.

It had been a night like any other, the streets were occupied with the usual riff raff who rarely had the courage to approach the pale stranger. Alucard kept to alleys and side-streets seeking out information about a particular someone he was trying to track down. In his searching he heard a small group of men hurrying off down what he knew was a dead-end talking about a big score. Curious, suspicious, Alucard followed from a distance, particularly skilled at being unseen, and what he saw at the end of the street fostered a very particular sort of cold resolve in him.

It was a mugging, or something worse, and now that he'd seen it he couldn't leave it alone. Unable to turn a blind eye he sighed deeply, walking towards the victim of this attack. As he approached, one of the thugs approached him, knife in hand, and shouted verbal abuse. It was crude and discriminatory, talking about Alucard's lofty, pale appearance and how foreigners needed to go back home. The dhampire's expression didn't change, not even the hint of an emotion: no fear, no upset, nothing. The criminal, enraged by the foreigner's lack of reaction, moved to attack him. Alucard moved with preternatural speed, as the bandit moved to strike the dhampire was already behind him, and standing there, with a single, brutal move he snapped the neck of his attack and he fell to the floor like a lifeless puppet in a crumple of bone and skin.

Still seemingly unaffected he turned and looked at the other attackers: one of them immediately screamed and ran away shouting nothing's worth that!

He spoke: his tone stern, voice low and coloured with a rich, Romanian accent. ]

Leave.

[ It was a recommendation, not a request. ]

[Jeile had been ready to engage himself in combat with the odds stacked against him when the pale stranger walked through the group of men. For a split second he believed that he might be the leader of the group, but it got obvious right away that that wasn't the case. The men didn't seemed pleased with having him there. Probably in fear of him trying to get to what they saw as their prey.

Then the pale stranger turned into a blur and the man that had shouted out insults fell to the ground, his head twisted in a weird angle, dead. Jeile sucked in a breath of pure shock. He wasn't unfamiliar by death. More then once people had made attempts on his life or tried to kidnap him and his bodyguards had killed to protect him. It had been years however since such measure had been needed, making him less numb compared to what he used to be.

Some of the men ran away right away, not wanting to risk their lives. The others followed after as they lost the support of their comrades.

Jeile looked after the retreating men for a few second before he turned his gaze to the pale stranger. Putting on a small smile he gave a polite bow.]

Thank you for helping me out sir.

[ Alucard loomed some distance from the young man, his stature and build making him seem more foreboding than he really was. He was an unusual looking man, clad in layers of black leather which contrasted those ethereal waves of silver-blond hair. His complexion was like polished marble and when the light hit his eyes in a certain way his retinas reflected an eerie blood red.

Those fierce gold eyes slowly panned up and down the boy he'd just saved, (saved what from he had no idea) and he took in the sight of him. Small, delicate and unavoidably pretty Alucard could think of a long list of reasons why thugs would go after a young man like that. He didn't mind aiding innocents like him, but what did bother him was the thought of something like that happening again without the assistance of a stronger passer-by.

A moment of silence hung in the air after the young man's gratitude and the dhampire eventually spoke. His tone only just audible from that distance and while firm there was an element of gentility to it: some kindness. ]

You're welcome, but you shouldn't be in the streets, alone, at this hour. Someone like you invites trouble.

[Jeile was used to people using their height and stature to seem more threatening, foreboding, or important than they really were. He had seen it enough times that it by this point affected him very little. Still he knew not to show disrespect to people even if they acted full of themselves and this pale stranger did not.

Actually now that he didn't had to divide his attention he could take in the other's looks properly. Dark clad that only brought out his pale skin and silvery hair and those golden eyes had an ethereal feel to them. It made himself feel a bit self concious with his slightly tanned skin, chestnut brown waves of hair that were impossible to deal with and forest green eyes. He looked so ordinary compared to the other man, exotic and handsome.]

I'm afraid that I invite trouble no matter if I have my guards with me or not.

[An unfortunate side effect of being born royalty, but perhaps he had been a bit too reckless this evening. Wandered too far away from the castle. He should know better.]

I would like to properly thank you for your assistance, sir.

[ As intimidating as Alucard may have seemed, upon hearing the young man's final statement he smiled and that foreboding aura seemed to melt away into something gentle and tender. He had great strength and could be frightening to some, but when he smiled there was something heart-breaking beautiful and sad about him. He was a lonely creature who rarely received a response to his actions, let alone gratitude.

He bridged the gap between them, still giving the boy enough space to flee if he chose to do so. ]

You already thanked me.

[ Alucard didn't expect anything else from the childe, he knew nothing of his heritage nor his powers but needed neither of them. What could this innocent give him that he wouldn't spoil. What could he receive that wouldn't have been given out of a social and moral obligation. ]

Rather, you should forgive that brutal display. I--[ His jaw tightened: frustrated. ]--I have great difficulty in showing mercy to those who unfairly prey on others. [ A sigh of resignation as he thought back to what he did to that thug. ] I should not have killed that man as I did but I couldn't control myself.

[Oh, Jeile had thought the stranger handsome from the start, but seeing him smile elevated his looks to a whole new level. He could feel how his heart skipped a beat, but he quickly ignored that. Now was not the time to lose himself in admiring another's looks.]

Please at the very least let me invite you over for a drink and a conversation.

[Jeile gave a warm smile to the other. It turned a bit more sad as he looked over to the dead man however.] There is nothing to forgive. This is not the first time someone had to die to keep me safe. [He closed his eyes with a sigh. He really wished that lives did not need to be sacrificed for his own.] I will make sure that this get cleared up so don't worry about it.

[ The very thought. Nobody ever wanted to speak with him, let alone sit down and drink with him. He had been alone for the majority of his life, why would someone care to share their company with him now. His expression was marred by confusion, and although it didn't disfigure his beauty there was something sombre about the look.

In disbelief he asked. ]

You wish to socialise with me? Are you sure?

[ Surely that murder had scared the child, not encouraged him. Was it really social obligation that was forcing his hand to make this offer. ]

If you truly wish to sit and speak with me, I will oblige, gladly. However, I do not wish for you to do so because you feel you are indebted to me.

[Jeile in turn got confused by the other's confusion. Why did he react like that? It did not look like the other knew exactly who he was or he could understand the reaction as he just had invited him over to the royal castle and that was seen as an honour. But as it were the other seemed to think he was just a noble offering some of his time.

And sure that killing had scared him at the initial moment, but now he felt more intrigued by the other. He had moved so fast, in a way he never had seen before.]

If I just wanted to clear out what I owe you, I would offer you money and not my time. I want to spend time with you and not only for the reason that I owe you my gratitude.

[ The dhampire couldn't recall the last time someone had actively sought his attention, in reality, he was humbled by the offer now that he knew the conditions of it. He seemed almost shy, his once fierce, golden eyes dodging eye contact and much more muted than they had been before. The thought of someone wanting to socialise with him made him, internally, feel a giddy, almost excited. This excitement, however, was no really visible or audible in how he looked or spoke. ]

Very well, I'm--[ Almost coyly. ]--very pleased that you would want to spend your time with me. Where shall we go? I'm unfamiliar with the area so I really have no recommendations.

I think it will be for the best to move over to my home. One incident is more then enough for me. [And he already had earned himself a scolding for his carelessness. He didn't had to put even more on top of that.

Smiling kindly, Jeile gave a small polite bow and gestured towards the more rich area of the city. They were not in the slums at the moment, but not far away. At least he had not decided to wander that far off at least.] It is over this way.

What would you like once we arrive? Tea, wine, perhaps a bite to eat?

[ This meme is now full of bloodsuckers. ]

Edited 2016-05-25 22:07 (UTC)

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Modern spies preferred cameras, usually, there were more than enough placed around the compound for 'security reasons'. Clint had never bothered tapping into the footage (regardless of how happy the local AI would have been to assist him) if he was going to watch someone he'd rather do it in person.

And maybe it was an invasion of privacy to remain quiet, lounging along steel-beamed rafters of the fitness center, but he'd been there long before Steve arrived, recovering from the thorough ass-kicking Nat had given him on the mats earlier this morning.

Coincidental... except Hawkeye finds himself watching Steve a lot.

Realizes it and-- maybe he's just trying to make sure their fearless leader is fitting in. But he's not so sure he can convince himself that's it.]

[ Steve was oblivious to being in Clint's presence at the fitness center. He'd had a rough day, Hydra spies infiltrating where they shouldn't ever dare coming. Exhausting was an understatement. Instead of calling it an early night and going to bed, Steve had decided to spend some time at the fitness center, punch some bags, and then hit the hay.

Working out always seemed to calm Steve down, place his thoughts elsewhere for an hour so he could deal with them later. With his fists wrapped in several layers of cloth, the soldier positions himself in front of one of the many punching bags. He starts off with a right punch, followed by an immediate left, hands kept up to guard his face at all times-- force of habit. ]

[Clint watches him for awhile, but not intently, otherwise he occupied himself with his phone, flipping through part of a debriefing that he was supposed to have read yesterday.

But he listens to the solid sounds of fists hitting the synthetic leather, dull and rhythmic and even without looking he can count the blows before they strike, almost predictable. Two rights, a left, another right... then again. Sometimes he'll change it up with a hook and Clint can feel the vibrations of it through the rafters where the chain is secured. Thankfully by now they've learned to reinforce the bags so the supersoldier didn't end up breaking them all.]

I think it's dead, Cap. [It's a long while before he speaks, fingers curling around the crossbeam so he can swing down-- or hang rather, holding himself in a half pull-up motion before letting his arms relax to simply dangle there, swaying not unlike the punching bag the Captain has almost thoroughly defeated.]

[ It's only after the sound of Clint's voice booms through the room that Steve realises he's not alone. The soldier turns around with a small smile, giving Clint an acknowledging nod before looking back to the busted up punching bag. Clint was right. Steve had never been good at hiding his frustrations, the results clearly visible on the gym equipment in front of the man. The Captain lets his hands fall back to his sides, where they unclench from tightened fists to a more friendly, open palm, in rest. ]

Just making sure it doesn't come back to life.

[ Steve gives Clint a soft chuckle before approaching him, undoing the bandages wrapped around his knuckles on the way over. Walking past the archer, Steve pats his shoulder before dropping the worn bandages onto one of the benches behind them, taking a seat himself as well. ]

Can't sleep?

[Clint debates leaving his perch completely, eyes following the practiced motions of the hand wraps being unraveled, before he glances back up, trying to read Steve's mood from the lines of tension his body holds, regardless of how friendly his tone might seem.

He finally drops just in time for their leader to pass, leaning slightly at the friendly pat because it's always a little on the firm side...(like the guy's stupidly strong or something.)]

I could ask you the same question. Aren't you usually up and down with the sun?

[ Steve had always been one to suppress his emotions, and hide it behind a smile. Opening up wasn't really one of his strengths, especially about things that bothered him or when he was feeling down. Steve just didn't want to bother other people with what he was going through, and usually went through it alone. Now was no different. ]

Yeah. One of those days, I guess. Must've eaten too much before bed.

[Steve isn't completely transparent, but Clint's observant enough to know when something's off. But then the Captain always held himself different when he thought no one was watching- that cheerful optimism never lingered.

He inclines his head, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as if he's trying to figure something out.] Would you like some company?

[Most likely the "angel", but I'm flexible; characters 20+ only.]

[because I enjoy irony]

[Obviously a light guarded. Please note that I'm still voicetesting this character, so if you see anything weird about them, please let me know!]

(OoC: Mind a cyborg girl who can turn into random Mega Men helping her? Maybe a first meeting?)

[ooc: I'm really not familiar with Mega Man, but I wouldn't mind a first meeting at all!]

[ He's the angel. Who wants this loser as their angel. ]

[Guarded. Open to dub-con/kidnapping scenarios.

1) Ashley is a young star of Louisiana society, the beauty of the Raventons, can be modern or historical. He spends his days attending expensive parties and doing expensive drugs, and he has dozens of suitors vying for his attention, but none of them are good enough.

2) After the death of his parents and the loss of his brother, Ashley is self-destructive and burning himself out, seeking out more and more dangerous thrills and lovers.]

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