lastnightmare: PB Raikou Shimizu (Roses | Soft | Clear sadness)
lastnightmare ([personal profile] lastnightmare) wrote2012-07-16 06:44 pm

[Log - Who's there?]



Angelo closed his eyes and concentrated as the magic bloomed and wove it's way from his concentration into reality. His bookshelves often became damaged by the heavy volumes containing memories of nightmares which had habit of sinking into the wood. Library maintenance was not his favourite thing, in fact it was exasperating and exhausting both but that was the last of it over with. He sighed as the cool breeze from the night outdoors blew in through the window and tussled his hair and blew out several of his candles. It felt like somebody was in the room along with that breeze but the Memory Keeper didn't look around. He was calmer these days about intruders, being that it was usually the Reaper. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
to_the_pain: (Watchful Eyes)

[personal profile] to_the_pain 2012-07-31 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Pain was generally a cool customer, it was rare he could not control his expression and appear how he wished. He lost control of his face for a moment then though. His eyebrows twitched and his lips and nostrils tightened. He turned his face from Angelo, lest his pupils dilate momentarily.

Fear was terribly difficult to control at times.

Pain kept his face to one side, but when he felt in more control of his expression he slid his eyes back to the Memory Keeper.

"So be it."
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[personal profile] to_the_pain 2012-08-01 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course Pain couldn't just leave, if he lost in one aspect he had to win in another.

He turned, his long lilac hair swirling like a cape. "Let us hope that your daughter does not have to regret that choice," he told Angelo with a catty certainty.
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[personal profile] to_the_pain 2012-08-01 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"How poetic," Pain remarked, taking his leave with slow purposeful steps.

He didn't clench his fists until he was out of the library's bounds. He did so hate losing out on a deal - especially one he could foresee as being very important.

However, perhaps things could be turned eventually. Pain released a slow breath. Not even Ti'lan himself could predict Evil, after all. He had to hold out hope.