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Yin And Yang.

Imma just warn y'all that this is gonna be really cringey... And yeah that's it! 😂😅

Oh and hopefully you understand the whole thing because I was doing this instead of sleeping and didn't bother to go through it so yeah...

Two lands. Yin and Yang, once shared their wealth and prosperity together. Tranquillity had once reigned down on those two lands, but a stroke of tragedy had stripped those two lands off their trust. The bond between those two lands had left a massive scar in their history. There was nothing that could ever piece the lands together. Not even the border that was put up between two lands could close up the hole the two had created...

"You're the damn light I was cursed to fall for."

"Pretty words from a prettier face."

"Don't flatter me too much now, dear."

Angel scoffed. Playing at the hem of his white robs that reached down his ankle. His skin poking out slightly at the slit located on the side of his thigh. Golden intricate looking bracelets hugged snuggly around his wrist and neck. His legs wrapped in rose gold silk that stopped mid thighs. He was truly breathtaking. A sight for sore eyes. In fact, he looked much more radiant under the beams of sunset. Alastor could never comprehend his feelings thoroughly. They were always in a jumble, always mocking. They just never seem to rest.

"Are you not afraid of the consequences for your actions? If her lady in worship knows of this-"

"Then she can have my head. Besides, I'm not the only one to blame ya know." Angel smirked, his eyes sparkling in mischief. Something Alastor found himself quite drawn to. "You always are full of surprises." Alastor smiled. His hand finding its way up to the Yangs face, stroking it ever so gently. Angel purred and leaned into the touch. His hands abandoning the white fabric only to find them holding onto the Yang's gentle hands.

Alastor was nothing compared to him. He wore black, almost alike to Angel's design except his was longer and concealed more skin. Instead of silk, his legs were bare. Thanks to the long robes that reached the floors, he didn't have to worry about anyone noticing him wearing slippers or not. There are times where he felt extremely uncomfortable under the unbearable heat whenever summer passed by, but it gave him a decent amount of warmth whenever autumn or winter came. Angel was immune to the weather. He never broke a sweat nor shivered under the drafty air. He seemed far more neutral amongst the other Yangs.

Alastor would constantly wonder, what was going on in the other's head. Angel is predictable, that he could say. There was no flaw in him that could ever change that.

"Aren't you scared?" Angel said.

"Terrified."

"Then why do ya still come ere'?"

Alastor shrugged, his other hand finding the other cheek. "Does the answer truly matters?" Angel didn't reply, he just stared up at him with those mismatched eyes. Alastor stared back, his hands slowed to a stop. He knew this was wrong, he was well aware of the heavy consequences that will soon fall upon them. He wanted to scream and yell his frustrations out, he wanted to break everything and everyone around him, he wanted to bend the rules and make anew. There was so much he wanted to do. So much he wanted to achieve. But for now, all of that could wait. There was a silent plea in his eyes that urged him to continue, and he did.