qualms of conscience {aember + mei}

[Mei]

• "Lucifer, I don't think going out is a good idea. . ."
  
  The tall man, brushed his long hair out of his eyes, and gave a small scoff, turning around to face Azrael, and tapping the man on the head with the tip of his cane. "Don't be silly, Azrael! A few minutes out on the road won't make me dead!" He completely ignored the irritated look on Azrael's face. Adjusting his top hat briefly, Lucifer continued on his way out the front door, with the Grigori bobbing at his side.
  
  "Yes, that is until a few changelings catch you offguard and burn you to your bones. Do you know what a hassle it is to create you a new body from only a few bones, or from your teeth?"
  
  "That's why we have necromancers!"
  
  The Grigori gave an irritated sigh, grinding his palsm into his eyes briefly, before following his Master outside, the taller man's long black hair waving slightly in it's ponytail. Azrael couldn't understand why Lucifer kept it so long - it was practically down to his waist - especially since Azrael's hair was cut in a choppy manner with scissors. And normally, now that they were outside, it was only a matter for Azrael and Lucifer to fly to there destination, but since Azrael had his wings torn out. . . (The memory brought a wince to his face), Lucifer simply preferred to walk, keeping the company of his 'servant'.
  
  "Yes, Lucifer. If you say so."
  
  Lucifer had no idea how much Azrael paid for those necromancers, he really didn't.
  
  "Are you meeting someone?" Azrael asked curiously. Normally, Lucifer didn't insist on going out in such an insistent manner unless there was some purpose for going out. Or maybe, his Master was simply trying to see if he could sneak to a brothel without Evren noticing (good luck with that - she knows everything, and has spies everywhere).
  
  "Well. . . No. I simply think that today's a good day for a stroll!" Lucifer said cheefully, tossing his cane up into the air before catching it once more, twirling it briefly.
  
  Silence.
  
  "Why do I not believe you?" Azrael rolled his dark eyes, shoving his way through the crowds after the elder Grigori. Not that it really mattered - the brunette always seemed to get roped into his Master's troubles. A few disgruntled elves shoved past Azrael, and he was quite tempted to send a few curses their way, but refrained.
  
  "You never do, Azrael! But oh, say. . . If I do meet someone, I promise, it will purely by accident."
  
  [[Don't ask about the title. Totally gay and laem, I know. D<]][/list:u]

 

[Aember]

Daemin hated cities. They smelled like. . .stale life. No matter how busy cities were, and no matter how fast the people within them moved, they always reminded him of stale, rotting life.

But maybe that was jaded by Daemin's outlook on life. Staying in one place was never suitable for the man, and that urge to ramble only increased as he began to hunt his sister. That was a funny situation all in its own-- they both moved forward, searching for eachother as they covered their tracks behind them. Really, they were going in one big circle, except for the rare chances where one slipped up and the other caught their tracks. There would be a small confrontation, and one would get away, and the circles would continue.

It was a testament to how badly they wanted to kill one another. They didn't. Most of their circle game was pretense, and some of it was based on the true fear that the other sibling was actually out to kill them.

In a city, he was generally safe, but he preferred the open forests and roads. Life was much simpler out there, and nature flowed. Stagnancy was never a problem. Plus, there was nothing better than the scent of the lush forests in spring time.

Usually, Daemin didn't have a very. . .cheerful disposition, and in cities, his countenance only grew graver. As he walked down the streets, any elf or other such creature that dared look up at his face would most of the time flinch away, or make an annoyed sound, as if Daemin's bad mood was a direct insult to their perky little asses. Some might even think that Daemin would be more handsome, if only he smiled. He had a pretty face-- a face that was cultured and aristocratic, though the snobbishness that he might have given off was curbed by his vicious ice-blue eyes and the way that his mouth seemed always to be set in a cruel scowl. His hair hung in whisps, flowing like black silk down from a pony tail atop his head.

The tall man walked with a purpose, and fast, usually not looking down to survey any of those shorter than him. He reached 6'5", and his form was long and willowy, with lean muscle. He was, in no sense of the word, a brute, though his personality would suggest he was.

And damnit if he didn't like it that way. Some, who he had come to know (but not love-- once a lover was gone, he never spoke of them with compassion again, suggesting that his capacity for love was quite small) suggested that maybe he should learn to be a bit more gentle, but he brushed it off. Gentleness had no place in his world. That was a fact.

Absently, as he walked, Daemin's tail flicked up around his wrist. It was a white, fluffy thing, that was tipped in black-- it matched his ears, which were also white with black tips, and they were decorated with various earrings. Daemin wore no other jewelry, except for a leather strip on which hung a half-moon pendant. It was close to him, and usually he hid it under his shirt. Other than a black fingerless glove on his left hand, which hid something but no one was sure what, Daemin wore only the necessities: a pair of pants fitting of traveling, a poet's shirt, a quiver of arrows and a bow around his back, and two daggers on his hips.

Yes, weapons were necessities.

Really not paying attention to where he was walking, too asorbed in thoughts of his next move to find his sister, Daemin didn't notice that he was coming awfully close to running into someone until they'd already collided.

Lucifer. Daemin looked down, his features twisting into a look of disdain.

"Watch where you're going," he hissed moodily.