Dark Intentions (SebastianMichealisFaustus x Ephemeral)

[Ephemeral]

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Dark Intentions

SebastianMichealisFaustus x Ephemeral

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Name: Kurosu

Age: 19

Appearance: Black hair and extremely dark brown eyes. Wears black a lot. A little taller and thinner than average, but not ungracefully so.

Role: I'm assuming you'll be the seme, but he goes both ways.

Personality: Uncaring and blunt at times, like a child. Fascinated by darkness and all that it contains, so much so that normal people would consider it strange. He manages to hide it pretty well, but he loves telling his friend his thoughts sometimes. Puts on a brave façade when scared and tries to brush it all off.

Bio: Normal, average family. He discovered his love for horror and scary situations at a very young age. Some may say it scarred him, but he thinks it made him stronger.

 

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1:23 AM. Castle grounds.

 

"Dammit, [name], hurry up. If you want me to stay with you, you're going to have to be able to keep up." Kurosu snapped, slightly annoyed by his friend's slow pace. The trail leading to the castle was extremely overgrown, and his feet had been caught in the vines too many times to count. Clearly, no one had taken this path in a number of years, and he half-considered going back to get a machete just for the satisfaction of tearing apart these... These... He stopped, listening to his friend take his sweet time going through the plants, and let out an angry sigh. Saddled with him, no less. "Look, are you even trying?!"

 

He rubbed his temples and tried to focus on the goal. The castle, rumored to host one of the most dangerous female murderesses of all time. He shivered a little in anticipation, adrenaline already starting to pulse. He lived for that feeling: the maddening rush of blood, heightened senses, the restless energy that possessed him after a scare. No one else knew it as well as he did. Time and time again, he had paced his room, contemplating the next move. The next square on the chessboard. He had visited all of them, some resulting in disappointment, and some resulting in that same pleasure.

 

 

[SebastianMichealisFaustus]

Name: Hiren

Age: 18 1/2

appearance: black long hair, some-what Gothic, wears sunglasses night and day as well as wearing sunscreen night and day.

Role: Seme

Personality: He can be shy sometimes but for the most part he's just so scary people avoid him. His favorite things to do is to watch his pet snakes eat rats and his cat kill squirrels. He would rather hurt himself than other people though so he internalizes most of his feeling.

Bio: Fell in love with monsters and horror with German silent films than evolved his taste to the goriest horror films known. He also loves to watch very bloody anime as well as read bloody manga. His parents hate him so he lives somewhat on his own.

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Kurosu snapped at Hiren, and ran faster than the Goth. He lacked back quite a few feet, just taking his time, trying to stay away from the man who makes him blush. Kurosu was very unhappy with the overgrown pathways nearly blocking the entrance. It was one of those times Hiren thought one of his blades could word but he only had stored razors in his pockets.

[Ephemeral]

"Coming?" He held out a hand to help Hiren along, thinking only of the castle. Almost there. "Do I have to do everything myself? Let's go!" He made sweeping motions with his hands, mocking the other male with his exaggerated comical gestures.

 

Kurosu was sorely tempted to leave him there, alone and lost in the middle of what could qualify as a jungle. It'd make things a lot easier, and he wouldn't have to worry about anyone but himself. It wouldn't exactly be his fault if Hiren did something stupid again. Chuckling darkly to himself, he waited for the other teen to stumble his way through.

[SebastianMichealisFaustus]

Hiren was tired and was just trying to get to Kurosu so the other male didn't think of him as a weakling or baby. He pushed through many branches and vines, getting hit and scrapped. He then held onto the other boys shoulder and panted. "You don't have a single scratch." Hisses Hiren. The other laughs darkly and lifts up a side of his shirt to show a long gash, not too deep, but enough to hurt. He dropped his shirt back down over his cut.

"I thought you would never make it," Kuroso says it as if somewhat hoping that Hiren didn't find his way to him. Hiren gave a weak smile and they continued towards the entrance of the castle.

Even though it was childish, Hiren mumbled to himself how much Kurosu's a jerk and whatnot even though most of his hateful words were nothing to take to heart. Hiren was walking slowly, but he was doing it to make Kurosu mad. They stopped at two huge doors that appeared to be made from metal or dark wood, they had two lion metal heads as door knockers.

"Can we go in?" Hiren asked, making Kurosu scoff.

"Fine then..." he stated realizing Kurosu didn't care what Hiren had just said and was trying to open the door. Hiren sighed and helped push open the door and he walked in first and spun around.

"I feel like I'm finally home." Hiren says smiling and taking off his glasses for once, revealing amazing cat-like green eyes. Before Kurosu could even ask Hiren says, "I don't know, it's a genetic defect or something, but that's why I wear my sunglasses." He says continue to spin. He falls on his butt and laughs an evil laugh. He looks at the ceiling and jumps when he sees a glimpse of something like a floating head.

[Ephemeral]

"You don't have a single scratch-!" Kurosu lifted up his shirt with a smirk, arching an eyebrow suggestively. He didn't hazard to look at Hiren's reaction.

"Thought you would never make it." He remarked, giving the injury a quick once-over. Hmm. The paleness had started to piss him off, anyway.

Letting his t-shirt settle back down to cover it, he turned his back on Hiren as soon as the other male could reach him, and continued on his merry way to the castle. It was about time they reached it, anyway. It was tiresome, trudging through the damn woods without something to make up for it.

 

They continued fighting their way through the plants, intent on their goal. Nothing was said between them except for the occasional muttered curse or frustrated yelp, but Kurosu could feel it. They were close. He barely even felt his scrape, lightning tendrils of excitement crackling over his skin with each step. He could already study the detailed engraving on the metal lion heads, baring their teeth in a warning to unwelcome intruders. … Such as themselves.

 

Upon their arrival at the gate, he was already in awe. It was much grander than anything he had ever seen, and, well… He couldn't deny the beauty of a gothic castle. The high, arched windows, the elaborate tracery, and the pointed arches… Kurosu couldn't imagine himself spending so much time on such minute details, much less anyone else, but this was the kind of sight that brought his appreciation out. He could just stand here forever, studying- Oh. The door. It was moving… Hiren.

 

Kurosu came back to his senses, feeling heavier and infinitesimally more pissed off. "Hiren, what the hell are you doing now?" His companion was… spinning around, in glee no doubt; Kurosu could almost taste the happiness. Disgusting. "That's… You're such a kid. Ugh." Wrinkling his nose, he surveyed his surroundings. Exactly as dusty as he expected for a property untouched for years. A moldy, damp smell pervaded the air. The only light source he could detect was the moon, sending pale white beams through the huge windows and the open door. Wonderful. He turned to look at what Hiren was doing, assuming it would be something stupid.

 

He was caught off guard by the full force of pair of bright green eyes.

 

"Holy shit…" Green. Bright. Green. Hiren. Green. SHIT.

 

"… it's a genetic defect or something, but that's why I wear my sunglasses." He managed to sputter a mangled "I see," fighting off the heat that was rising to his face. He hid his face behind dark bangs, hoping it covered his blush. Past midnight in a possibly haunted and deadly castle was hardly the time and place to indulge in a little crush.

 

"Hiren, I-"

 

"GEHH." Hiren had flung himself backwards, having seen something that Kurosu had missed. Kurosu looked in the same direction as Hiren, trying to find what had alarmed him. He saw nothing but a dusty chandelier and the ceiling. This was...

 

"What is it?" He was answered only by Hiren's finger, jabbing desperately in the air at something. Kurosu scoffed, anger quickly replacing whatever it was he had felt while trying to reply, and walked to the place to which his friend was pointing, waving his arms in the air in a half-hearted attempt to touch what Hiren had seen. "What, idiot? Are you scared of the widdle ghostie-WHAT THE HELL?!" Something sent an icy shock from his fingertips up his back, almost like being doused in cold, cold water. Leaping back in surprise he took the offensive. Kurosu took a fighting stance (he was on the skinnier side, so it didn't look as intimidating as he thought it would) and looked around wildly.

[SebastianMichealisFaustus]

Hiren was busy trying to tell Kurosu what he had saw, however the motions of his arms was no match to words of fright he had just felt, but from the corner of his eye, his skinny friend took a fighting stance and looked around crazily. Hiren stood up, noticing he had fallen to the dusty floor and lightly touched his friend's shoulder making Kurosu hit him. Kurosu felt remorse, but very little for hitting his friend. However he did whisper, "sorry."

Hiren just sighed realizing that hardly effected him. He pulled his friend by the arm who shook him off. Hiren didn't want to yell, because he was mad, if Kurosu was to drag him off, he wouldn't shake him off, it wasn't cool. He slid a hand into a pocket and fiddled with a razor blade. One cut...one cut and maybe, just maybe it'll make me happier.

However he wasn't referring to slicing himself like he normally does, no for some reason he yearned to see the blood of his friend. He shook himself out of it and sliced his finger instead, he sliced the tips of his fingers and they bled. They continued to bleed as well. He pulled him hand from the pocket and held it with his uncut hand. They continued to walk, and when Kurosu turned to the hallway and started continuing down, Hiren stopped and looked at his hand, the one that, for some bizarre reason, never stopped bleeding. He licked his cuts before following Kurosu and he pushed open two of the several doors. He admired the insides, at least what he could see through the darkness. Kurosu called him to a room, one near the end of the hall, and Hiren ran to him. Kurosu popped in front of the door with a dead bird with a stick through it and waving it in front of Hiren's face. Hiren laughed and turned around to realize down the hall a woman stood. She didn't look at him, she didn't move at all. She simply hummed. She eventually faded away. Hiren turned back around to see his friend.

"I just saw a girl. She was like a ghost, she was a ghost..." Hiren said pointing down the hall where he saw the woman.

"You stupid, I'm sure you're just hallucinating, we're in a gothic castle rumored to be haunted, your mind's bound to play tricks you." Hiren once again was about to resort to the cuts. He was so emotionally damaged and he took everything, any small thing this man, his friend, the one who he finds so beautiful and amazing, calls him stupid or says harsh words he wants to end it, his life. It's to complicated as it is why stay if he doesn't even love me? Is his negative answer to everything.

"You're right," Hiren mumbled. Kurosu then turned and looked to the hall.