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Date: 2014-02-15 07:16 am (UTC)It's XIV. Larxene told me some things happened when you all went away. I was hoping you could fill in the gaps.
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Date: 2014-02-15 07:23 am (UTC)[No really is this some kind of joke? How many pieces of Organization Property does Ariel feel like repo-ing? Who would be clever enough to spoof that electronic signature, though, were it even possible. The Superior?]
Larxene may have indeed told you some things, and it is highly likely she was trying to save face.
I presume you must have questions.
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Date: 2014-04-01 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-01 12:37 am (UTC)I was enjoying our little arrangement, Xehanort.
But tell me, what have you found?
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Date: 2014-04-14 09:17 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2014-04-14 01:30 pm (UTC)The charmer with curled white hair, who didn't know how to use kitchen appliances.]
Griffith! Indeed, it's been some weeks. I'm no longer living in the apartments, which is probably why we haven't brushed shoulders... I'd seen you, coming in and out before.
I... would like that, yes. Did you have a somewhere in mind?
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Date: 2014-06-16 01:23 am (UTC)What is this?
[She'll send him a link to this, looking for any kind of explanation. She's still very confused over it.]
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Date: 2014-06-16 01:47 am (UTC)He was given life by one of my colleagues, took life for his own, and is likely still sore with me about those associations. Strife and antagonistic temper becomes him; he was created out of darkness. So when he presses for a fight, or to win an argument, it's best to give him less than nothing to work with.
Cadence knows I'm an illusionist with no heart, a tactician within my former organization, and that I'm in no rush to smooth things over with him.
So... A cheap shot, yes, but I wouldn't take that too personally. He is spouting flames into a yawning abyss, after all.
So on behalf of his late creator, my apologies, for taking the bite of its innate vitriol. Cadence probably mistakes it for the loyalty of his friendship.
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Date: 2014-07-15 03:14 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2014-07-15 03:33 am (UTC)But I might be able to wiggle in a little break- How have you been lately, Griffith?
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Date: 2014-07-20 02:59 am (UTC)Text
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Date: 2014-08-03 07:00 pm (UTC)Touch him again... and I'll end you.
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Date: 2014-08-03 07:37 pm (UTC)Riku? Him? Panic descends for a moment, panic that overwhelms the feeling of exquisite morning-after soreness in his limbs, in his ass, leaves him wriggling his way out of his bedfellow's hold, mindful not to stir him from sleep. It's an extraction which takes a few moments, shifting around carefully and tiptoeing to the chair where Genesis had left his bathrobe strewn, sliding the glass doors open carefully and padding out barefooted onto the morning-lit veranda before opening a connection on his end.
The sunrise must have been brilliant one today, the morning clear, sun looming oppressive with amber light. He squinted into the brightness, shielding his eyes.]
This is regards to Cadence, I presume?
[He finally spoke carefully into the feed. Who else had he given any trouble as of late- there was Sora, but their argument over the truth about Xion had almost ended in a physical threat aimed at him, not Riku's cherished friend. Who else could he mean to keep away from? Shared lovers, unbeknownst?
Was everyone in this city feeling so terribly possessive of each other?]
I never laid a hand on him, Riku.
A friend of mine had the wrong idea entirely. Saw him as a threat. A misunderstanding at the gym. It won't be happening again.
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Date: 2014-08-29 06:22 pm (UTC)I have a favour to ask of you. Not for my sake. For Nico's.
[He's getting straight to the point - it's too important to beat around the bush with pleasantries for very long.]
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Date: 2014-08-29 06:34 pm (UTC)[Zexion blinks in surprise, and lays aside some budgeting sheets, immediately shifting his attention to the now-familiar voice between his ears. Edmund doesn't typically sound that way, tired.
For a moment he wonders if they'd had some kind of relational dispute. The air's been rife with them last week, but sometimes it takes a few days to overboil and explode...
That, or maybe it's something fouler. Zexion pushes his instinct to daydream up worst-case scenarios aside.]
What can I do for you both?
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Date: 2014-09-06 08:35 pm (UTC)I thought you should know.
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Date: 2014-09-07 02:27 am (UTC)Keep it hidden indoors for now, Xion. I don't want any trouble about it from the keybearers.
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Date: 2014-09-17 05:07 am (UTC)Memories of your smooth body, shivering under my fingers invades my mind. You undulate to meet my caresses, trying to get the most sensation possible from each finger as it slips inside you. You want it so much. New territory for you, unexpected yet shockingly pleasurable. You come back for more, ask for it, welcome it, beg for it, craving the thrill like a desert bound man for water. How could I ever be so cruel to deny you?
I stand at the foot of the bed in my heels. You are open and ready before me on your knees. I marvel for a long moment at the perfect height match, my strap-on and your ass, a priceless work of art fit for exhibition in the finest museums. Shame that I feel far too selfish to share this sight with anyone. Allow me to be greedy and I will allow you to relish the pleasure you seek.
Pushing inside you, I hear what I have so waited for: your moan. It is so primal, so involuntary, breathless and filled with passion. Each stroke tears another from your throat without your consent. I live for that sound. I die for that sound.
[In a less hedonic, though still on the verge of using her own fingers to take the edge off, tone:]
Apologies for missing the club meeting and our prior engagement. Work called and I enjoy a paycheck too much to hang up on it. Let me make it up to you if you're still interested.
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Date: 2014-09-17 05:46 am (UTC)He paces his bedroom with his eyes half-closed, moving at subdued shuffle, stripping out of trousers and pulling on his sleep clothes though all of that, ith Angela's voice a sultry, pleasant temptress of thing (in heels!) at his inner ear.
Only a liar would report that he refrained from touching. There was an awful lot of edge to be taken off, after a night at Rapier, and even Genesis seemed too exhausted tonight to be enlisted for help. Fingers encircled the front of his underwear, groping a lazy knead at his crotch that made his knees feel weak. By the end of it he's lying back across his bed and staring at the ceiling, grinning.
Should he open up a message right back? He's so very tempted to skip tea altogether and head straight to bed with one of his friends in the nightstand drawer.
Before blinking on the video, he shuts off the lights and flips on a kaleidoscopic bedside lamp that throws a myriad of shifting patterns onto the ceiling, pulls out a nicely sized, clear new juicer plug with elegant ribbons of colored glass running though, and holds it just close enough to his face to distort her visual into something altogether hallucinogenic ]
Apologies accepted. You were missed.
And you missed out on a fine time, too. [He purrs quietly, turning the fat corkscrewed plug for inspection from every angle.] Suzie read Nabokov, we heard some more Anais Nin, and I don't think any of us managed to get through Aiichiro's poem without blushing.
I'm still very interested, for the record.
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Date: 2014-10-16 03:47 pm (UTC)For Zexion, there's a book. Lalla Rookh is chosen for one simple reason: the fore-edging.
There's no flowery or extended note, but the piece of paper settled under one corner of the book on the desk is shaped like a heart, and says "Ai" on it.
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Date: 2014-10-20 03:56 am (UTC)It attracts his attention immediately, because he knows he certainly didn't put it there in his tidy work space.
But the scrap of a hint where it came from is spotted quickly too, and Zexion fingers the slip of it with a faint smile, shaking his head at the heart shape. Of all that Xemnas had ever spoken to him about the goals of their Organization, the Nobody never expected to be collecting up hearts like this.
Then, without wasting much more time, he greedily takes the book into his hands with careful handling, checking the condition of the binding, running fingertips over the handsome marbleized leather and gilt decoration. For its age, it appears to be kept in nice shape. Where had he found it? Echoes, maybe- it bears no sign of being on loan from the library. No dust jacket or pasted bar code on the spine. No personal inscriptions or identifying bookplate on the inside case or endleaf.
But the quality is something like his family would have been proud to put to print and shelve in the castle library.
And lastly he discovers the fore edged embellishments, when he goes to crack the book open and shuts his eyes take a deep, nostalgic sniff up the gatherings with his nose pressed in close to the yellowing paper. If the office door swung open right now, someone could easily mistake this for some sort of fetishist's perversion, especially when he smirks and manipulates the textblock gently, to have a good long gander at the full painting.
Ah. So that is why a book so lovely has found its way to Ariel. The illustrated pages contain some sort of epic poetry, and the text is something he doesn't recognize, flipping through a few pages. Lalla Rookh. Interesting.
"What a shame I've already made his plans for the evening." He murmurs softly to the book as he tucks it away in his top drawer, like another secret horded indulgence to return to later. He'll have to find something to wrap it in to take home, because he hadn't brought a bag, and won't expose a treasure of a gift like that to the elements. "...how I'd love to be spending it with you."
Not that he'll admit love of anything, or for anyone else.
Then, taking the heart-shaped note from Aii, he slips that within the pages of his Lexicon for even more cherished keeping.
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Date: 2014-11-12 03:24 am (UTC)Zexion. Aiichiro.
I need you.
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Date: 2014-11-12 04:32 am (UTC)[Zexion's voice is clipped and curt with annoyance, mostly to hide that he's still a little bit shaken.
He doesn't like seeing it flaunted, for the whole city to see, with Genesis reduced to a humbled sort of slavish weakness. It's raised many questions from regulars and staff, at the club tonight. The Other Madam may have even come calling.
And the Nobody is a reluctant boss when left in charge, an unhappy stand-in for leadership.]
If this is another move in whatever glassy-eyed game Sephiroth's put you up to, then let me make it clear that I want no part in it.
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Date: 2014-11-12 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-13 02:02 am (UTC)You're not obliged to see him tonight if you aren't ready, you know that, yes? Regardless of whether he thinks he needs to see us both straight away. I don't know what's gotten into him, or if it's all worn off.
But I'll certainly go with you, or I'll even walk you home to your place, if you'd prefer that.
Genesis probably means to apologize for worrying you. I hope he does.
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Date: 2014-12-19 07:07 pm (UTC)[Yeeeaaah someone has been having an excellent few days rolling around in the snow and pelting people with snowballs.]
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Date: 2014-12-20 06:38 am (UTC)[Zexion laughs a little drearily. The weather outside is frightful, indeed. And sudden plummeting temperatures never did sit well with him, especially with a rare wet front, for Ariel.
Being horny and stuffy with a low fever all at once bites, frankly, and no amount of powdery prettiness on the eves helps much.]
Not terribly much, but if you're enlisting for snow wars, I'm afraid I'll have to pass.
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Date: 2015-02-22 02:15 am (UTC)Nitori-senpai told me that you are someone very special to him! I just wanted to tell you that I am very happy that you're taking such good care of him. He's really happy with you!
So, thank you!
[He smiles and laughs and...that's it. He's done now.]
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Date: 2015-02-22 02:20 am (UTC)[ Zexion's somehow tempted to blame Nagisa for this. Suddenly all the congratulatory high schools... and he's not quite sure what he's done to deserve all the acknowledgment, despite being special to Aii. ]
I take it the testimonial was well-received, then?
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Date: 2015-04-12 07:36 pm (UTC)( She sounds pretty breathless. And...there's a sound in the background. What in the world is it?
...Is she running? )
So...I might have done something stupid...
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Date: 2015-04-12 07:42 pm (UTC)[ His first, bolt-upright thought is They know. She let slip Sora or Riku what we did on her couch and they're on their way right now to murder me.
Don't sound nervous, don't sound like you're getting up and putting clothes on and preparing to rip open a corridor-]
Wh- What's going on, are you all right?
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