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₍✨₎ ✩  ⌬ ، ⌕ ⊱⋅ ❴ @aiswork ❵  :   uhm,  hi?   i don't know who you are,  but—-  thanks for catching me!  i thought i was gonna die all over again.
            
            /      BYE I LOVE THIS WTF.  

₍✨₎ ✩  ⌬ ، ⌕ ⊱⋅ ❴ @potioneed ❵  :   really?   that's..  tragic,  genuinely.  though considering how young you are,  i don't expect /anyone/ to know what it's like to encounter an incubus in their true form.

୧•✧⠢┄─ @popsbubble ⤾·˚⚝ :   maybe not,   [  with her previous statement came the roll of his eyes,  an embittered chuckle falling past his lips.  (  kids these days..  )  from what raiden could see,  the girl didn't look too concerned about the injury she'd retained—-  as a matter of fact,  she seemed like she was more concerned about her bike.  &.  though the sentiment was understandable,  (  given how much work she had to have put into it  ),  the incubus didn't see how the notion could do her any good if she wasn't in perfect condition.  ]   but even still—-  how many more test runs are you gonna do with that gash in your side,  eh?  don't tell me you don't plan on patching that thing up.

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            [  gogo  winced  before  sitting   up  the  best  she  could,   brushing  gravel  off  her  palms.  ]  it was a —- ouch, shit.  i took my bike on a test run to make sure the mag - lev was stable. . .  [  she  shook  her  head,   slightly  regretful. not  of  the  injury,  of  course,  but  of  the  fact  her  bike  was  back  at  square  one. ]  guess it wasn’t. ( it wasn’t nearly fast enough, either. ) [  the  girl  breathed  out  a  disbelieving  laugh  at  his  words,  wincing  at  the  discomfort  her  action  brought. ]  don’t  fuck  with  me  like  that !   i’m  not  gonna  bleed  out.

୧•✧⠢┄─ @popsbubble ⤾·˚⚝ :    yes,   you are—-   how did this even happen?  [  tilting his head to the side,  raiden examined the wound as his brows furrowed,  sighing.  (  this is going to be more difficult than i thought..  )  he had to heal her before it .  ]   if nobody found you,   you would've bled out.

raiden black.  est. 031320.  revamped 021521.  mature/nsfw themes.  viewer discretion is advised.  part of the crystal hearts universe.  verse: the misfits. semi-selective.  lit/semi-lit/(illit).  uplifted by marielle. 

— iii.  an incubus he was,  with one sole purpose:  to satiate the needs &. desires of others.  to thrill them, to fulfill them—- but was that truly all there was to this life?  all he could give?  raiden wondered in silence,   not daring to speak against the teachings of someone he truly didn't want to upset.  &. so he did what he had to do.  ( he still does, on occasion. )
             — iv.  but the incubi life soon drug on for far too long;  it'd become routine, and raiden lost his /spark/.  it was then,   that he ran back to the place he despised the most:  the mortal realm. it was there,  on that same beach he was buried in,  that he met the very love of his life;  his name stuck like sugar on his teeth,   like old honey from the inside of a jar.  they were inseparable,   the pair.  exploring the world around them with each other in their arms;  &. such a bond hasn't been broken still,   while they frolick around like the main couple in some cheesy,  cliche romance novel.  raiden would walk to the ends of the earth for adrian,  there was no denying it;  it why he was drawn to him like a moth to a flame,  his affection stronger than glue.  raiden loved him,  &. there was nothing better to sum up the words than the actions that followed.
             — v.  reputable as the two were,  trouble would still follow them on every ground their feet touched.  but raiden didn't mind.  this adrenaline rush,  through thick &. thin and obstacles unknown—- he never minded at all,  as long as he had his love with him.  it was then that the allies he calls his family were formed;  when they pursued greater enemies and larger issues than what stood in front of them before.  raiden was happy—- to be called a lover,  an incubus,  a son,  a /hero/:  but the greatest joy?  it was being a misfit. and part of a team,  a FAMILY that loved &. appreciated him more than he could ever imagine.  that was his happiness,  &.  raiden never wanted to lose it.

— i.  raiden black,  the son to an incubus ( who sits idly in hell &. does nothing all day )—- was snatched away from the darkest corner of the realm to be held in a place that should have been PRISTINE. yet he felt trapped.  captive.  like a prisoner held in a cage.  this was no palace, not to him.  not when his so-called family looked upon him with disdain.  not when he was carefully placed in front of onlookers like some type of ORNAMENT.  he wanted better, he /deserved/ better;   so why did it take the hand of death to finally free him?
             — ii.  salt engulfing his lungs,  with ice-cold waves flooding his senses;   he was DROWNING.  raiden could not move himself to retell the tale,  even if he was forced by the hand of an unforgiving menace.  the pain,   he knew,   could not be reversed.  it couldn't be erased from his mem'ry,   nor sunken by burying it underneath layers &. layers of sand.  he had to move on,  which were his intentions in full.  but to do this;   to conquer such a great feat? raiden was lost.  unsure of what path to take,  of what road would lead him HOME.  &. yet,  the miniscule characteristics of his blood made it obvious.  at least,  to the person whose machinations he was oblivious.  his very own FATHER.  tied to him by more than just mortal kin—- he freed the captivity of his poor, wretched soul—- taught him his ways,  &. raised him like a true father should.  raiden finally knew what his purpose was.  it was something that would've made him turn up his nose in disgust,  had he still been in the palace—- but now that he was here, in the depths of hell?  raiden couldn't help the intrigue. —& nor did he feel like pretending any longer.