Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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cleanse me with those shadows, take me into the dark where I belong, show me my vile black heart.
[attr="class","aodmain"] Upset emotions existed between Noah and Holden similar to a sea of dastardly black clouds preparing for a brutal thunderstorm. Neither party was pleased with the results of the interaction, therefore, things would easily transform into a negative situation. The wraith's eyes remained locked on his familiar, the displeasure overt as his stern, silver eyes watched him. Disappointment clouded the king's eyes, he expected better behaviour from the champion of those tournaments, but on several occasions today, Holden disrespected his king.
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The punishment for those actions was set with him being taken off duty for the remainder of the day. Considering how seriously Holden took his occupation, the consequence seemed befitting. Furthermore, having a guard openly display negative behaviours towards a guest could result in dire circumstances returning to haunt them. Diplomacy was imperative, especially of an Assembly of Phantoms captain who always required recruits. While Sven was considered a friend, Noah wanted everybody within the castle to show respect.
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A calm answer was provided in response to Noah's order, prompting a glare to settle on his brow before being proceeded by an eye roll.
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"Very well," Noah mumbled in a grumpy tone.
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Before he could radio for a guard to inform the guard's of further company, the wraith's attention shifted to Sven as the man explained who his companions were. Surprise flickered in Noah's eyes when Sven stated he had a son, however, he avoided questioning it. As natural as it came, threats were thrown as his silver-haired friend displayed a protectiveness of his companions, something a majority would. Moments later did Holden start shouting, the wraith's fists balling, nails digging into his palms with vexation.
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"QUIET! There will be no arguing, understood?!" Noah snapped.
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Alas, the damage was accomplished and Noah watched as Holden stomped off in anger. The wraith genuinely believed he did nothing wrong... HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW SOMEBODY HE THOUGHT DEAD WAS COMING?! HOW WAS SVEN SUPPOSED TO KNOW THOSE WERE WARNING SHOTS?! It irritated him to have people expect omnipotent foresight from a king attempting his best to run a castle. He was merely a man but hefted upon his shoulders were seemingly the requirements only achievable by gods. From Noah's perspective, Holden expected him to read minds and predict the future without error despite lacking those abilities.
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Was trying his best not fucking good enough?! Not good enough to warrant him a civilized conversation in private rather than the spouting of needless threats?! The irritation was accompanied by a sorrow, for his actions undoubtedly resulted in the lost of a snuggle buddy. An annoyed, yet, saddened sigh escaped the navy-haired man's lips as he turned towards Sven.
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"Sorry about that," Noah mumbled, listening to Sven's question. "We have an armoury, dungeon and sparing grounds if that provides you an idea. And of course a kitchen. Now if you excuse me a moment, I will inform the guards of the other company arriving."
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There was a subtle weakness to Noah's tone as he provided Sven with the answers he desired. He never enjoyed punishing his guards, however, the ugly situation required ending. Slowly, the wraith walked away, leaving his friend near the main gate while he entered the tower and ascended the stairs. He would inform the guards of Sven's company.
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[ This is my last reply here, I just wanted to send it off with Noah's reaction at least. Khae can give Sven's reaction if she would like to. ]
cleanse me with those shadows, take me into the dark where I belong, show me my vile black heart.
[attr="class","aodmain"] There were hardly any doubts in Noah's mind as he approached Holden, believing he would receive endless attention. The long-haired king was a confident flirt, somebody who invested plenty of his time seducing men to make his nights less lonesome. Alas, he forbade himself from any discussions of something more with the attractive head guard. The boy needed to reach his 18th birthday before Noah could reasonably make advances towards him. Despite never attempting for anything with Holden, the wraith thought his intimate advancements would be accepted.
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The sword-swinging from the purple-haired head guard paused as he paid him attention. A charmer's smile crawled onto Noah's face as the familiar looked over at him. The attire he chose would hopefully earn him a longer gaze than usual from the attractive man. A comment was made by Holden, the kind that prompted a flirtatious smirk to cross Noah's face. Foolish, little Holden thinking this birthday would hold no special merit. The head guard was officially old enough to start having flings with anybody he pleases.
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Further comments were prepared, however, the clack of a sword being smacked against the castle's training dummy quieted Noah. The wraith's silver eyes widened as he realized Holden had returned to training. There was a subtle fragility to the king's smile, but an alternative idea was thought of. The grin strengthened as Noah drew his sword and moved into position to block Holden's next attack.
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"So... nothing different about this birthday?" Noah inquired to the innocent familiar.
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He would not escape those flirtatious comments easily. The king wanted to try Holden, the man's appearance always attracting his attention. By all regards, the familiar was a stunning man, somebody Noah wanted to enjoy for an evening of pleasure. He would be an excellent man to accompany him through those lonely nights.
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[attr="class","aodmain"] Displeasure covered Noah's face as he watched Holden, clearly disapproving of the actions taken by the familiar. Randomly, Holden decided to fetch the dagger from the ground and attack Sven. The "protocols" accomplished by the purple-haired man endangered somebody the wraith appreciated. Throughout the War of Traitors, Noah survived with the assistance of his friends, therefore, a mutual understanding grew between them. Difficult times were survived thanks to their partnership and from the fires of water a friendship forged.
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Alas, it appeared his head guard was jeopardizing the good sentiments created through a grisly war. There was a genuine belief that Sven perished, leaving the infamous Dark King alone on his throne. The familiar's expression spoke volumes about his attitude towards the situation. The regularly calm and somewhat playful demeanour of Holden was a boiling over pot of anger. Those emotions were demonstrated when abruptly, the long-haired familiar snapped at his master with the statement of accomplishing his job.
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The wraith's silver eyes narrowed as he locked gazes with Holden, disappointment on his face. The young man usually avoided acting out in his vexation, alas, it appeared the rage overtook him. The king would be unable to excuse these behaviours considering the exhibited attitude was unprofessional.
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"I told everyone to lower their weapons," Noah firmly responded, hints of growling anger in his undertones.
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Moments later his attention returned to Sven as the silver-haired man stated he brought two other people to the castle. The wraith nodded at his close friend, hand reaching for his radio to explain the situation, however, another outburst occurred. Anger brimmed Holden's voice as he made his displeasure clear, going lengths to mention how the choice landed on the Dark King's shoulders. The Assembly soldier narrowed his eyes, attempting to mute Holden's rage-induced comments.
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"Just as it is for your king to decide if guards lower their weapons," Noah mumbled in annoyance. "Sven's friends are accepted here, they will be allowed through the gate as far as I am concerned, Holden."
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Irritation edged Noah's voice as he spoke, attempting to hold back his temptations to snap at his head guard. Their unprofessional exchange would proceed as Holden grabbed his radio and created an unapproved rule. The Dark King clutched his radio tightly, eyes fixating on the long-haired familiar. Words were further exchanged, Holden taking another moment to snap at Sven without warning. Silver eyes fixated on the familiar as Noah stared, disappointed in his actions.
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"YOU'RE OFF DUTY FOR THE REST OF THE DAY, UNDERSTOOD?!" Noah snapped back before toning it down slightly. "I had no clue Sven would be coming and you have no right to treat our guests in an unprofessional manner! Radio a guard to take your duties for today and report early tomorrow, UNDERSTOOD?!"
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Untamed fury entered Noah's words as he glared at his familiar and chastised the exhibited attitude. Afterwards, the Dark king raised the radio to his lips and clicked the button on the side.
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"Two more people associated with Sven will be approaching the castle, do not fire. They will come to the front gate and be processed inside," Noah explained to the guard, remnants of annoyance evident.
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Through the radio static a round of 'Yes my king' echoed as guards confirmed they received the message. Once completed, the radio was returned to Noah's belt for safekeeping. The wraith remained stationed at the gate, deciding to wait for Sven's companions to join them.
cleanse me with those shadows, take me into the dark where I belong, show me my vile black heart.
[attr="class","aodmain"] A glorious summer day existed outside the castle, however, not merely from the magnificent weather conditions. On the wondrous July 18th was Holden’s birthday, but one different from the long-haired man’s previous birthdays. Finally, after years of patient waiting, Holden Pérez would officially be considered a man in the eyes of the law. In turn, this opened opportunities Noah always craved in regards to his guards. Although, there would be a pause on the attempted festivities since another man occupied the king’s bed chambers.
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Nestled against Noah’s chest was a naked man with chestnut coloured hair and sharper features. A delicate one he managed to persuade him to play his games after they indulged in alcohol together. Intoxication made convincing an easier chore because of those negative influences induced by a night of liquor. Eventually, the man beside him stirred, grinning broadly at the navy-haired man who brought him home. The man’s name arrived in a memory, Drew, a young siren who would gain perks from the situation, hence making their night of drinking evidently lead to an intimate interaction.
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“Thanks, handsome,” the siren said flirtatiously.
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Slowly, the fling allowed the blankets to roll off his body, arms reaching up to stretch. Signs of tiredness were exhibited as the siren yawned before retreating to the edge of the bed. The wraith sat up from his position, sliding off the bed to fetch his clothes.
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“And thank you,” Noah responded happily.
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The dressing was accomplished by both parties as decisions would be silently made. The chestnut-haired siren escorted out of the castle meanwhile the king would search for the infamous head guard. A white dress shirt was pulled over Noah’s torso, promptly followed by black trousers. Together, the pair of mutually consenting partners headed towards the door, the mere Aria Village citizen being guided by guards towards the exit while the monarch planned on searching for his familiar. A smile graced the wraith's lips as he walked down the corridors, heading towards the training grounds.
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Oftentimes, the familiar would spend his vacant hours indulging in training from Noah's observations. Either way, his decision to survey the training grounds for Holden was an educated guess. He turned down the hallways, heading outside through a back door that led into an expansive courtyard designed specifically for guard training. Expectations proved correct as the AP soldier's eyes landed on the long, straight dark locks of the young familiar, now a man. A smirk crossed Noah's face as he approached, eyes gleaming.
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Lust glimmered in those silver eyes as Noah strode forward, watching a few moments as Holden trained.
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"Practicing on your birthday?" Noah commented, friendliness in his tone.
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Billions of flirtatious remarks filtered through the navy-haired man's head as he prepared himself. Confidence sprinkled in his body language, determination settling in his silver eyes and an amiable smile tracing his slender lips. The presentation was significant in these circumstances. Through body language, charm and his naturally attractive appearance, Noah prayed to persuade the handsome familiar into his covers for one of his first journeys as a man.
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cleanse me with those shadows, take me into the dark where I belong, show me my vile black heart.
[attr="class","aodmain"] A calmness settled upon Noah’s shoulders when he witnessed the face of his old friend. The War of Traitors was a brutal time, but the navy-haired man managed to create friendships through the times of battle. Around those times, they were people attempting to survive a gruesome and frightful situation of enemies wishing to kill them. Their bond was cemented through those dire circumstances, gaining power because of their grim surroundings. Yet, when the War of Traitors closed, they all separated to take their respective paths.
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There was a soft smile playing across Noah's lips as he witnessed his silver-haired friend approach him. Few things changed about the friend he missed for years. The dagger was discarded and "returned" to the Loki as Sven approached him. Each step brought his friend closer, the strides carrying him forward. The silence between them at the time prompted Noah to lift his eyebrow slightly. When the distance was closed, Sven nodded before lifting his hand to smack him upside the head... The action was bold and caused Noah to flinch from the slight pain.
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Immediately, the guards tensed meanwhile Noah reached up to rub the back of his head. An annoyed expression touched the wraith's face as he rolled his eyes at Sven. The tone became slightly friendlier after a few moments as the silver-haired man's hand clamped onto his shoulder. The annoyance slowly shifted into a soft smile as Sven mentioned it had been a while. A slight chuckle left his mouth.
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"I argue you should learn yours," he stated with a subtle hint of teasing. "This is my castle after all."
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Only moments later did Holden organize the guards, Loki being handed over to receive medical attention. As Sven mentioned being a guard down, the king frowned and provided a nod. Then finally things shifted to entering the large castle home which belonged to the infamous Dark King.
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"Of course, we need to catch up," Noah said with a slight grin.
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The navy-haired man turned to lead Sven through the gated walls. Guards from above flipped their switches, prompting the grand walls to squeal open. Behind them was Holden, the head guard Noah entrusted with protecting his home and life. The wraith glanced back, watching as the young familiar retrieved the dagger... and threw it towards Sven. Enhanced speed activated hastily as Noah drew his sword and knocked the dagger away, making it clatter to the ground. A glare settled onto the wraith's brow, the hand holding his sword tightening.
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"What the hell are you doing, Holden?!" Noah inquired with authority.
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Guards were expected to obey the orders of their king... and in this situation, Holden raised a weapon when told to drop them. There was slight anger pulsing through Noah's veins, however, he refused to allow it voice for the time being.
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[attr="class","aodmain"] The early spring morning initially started peacefully as Noah wandered the halls of his castle home. On this day, he wore nothing particularly spectacular, mostly a simple long-sleeved, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up just above the elbows and a pair of black trousers. Wrapped around his waist was the belt which held his katana, the long blade sticking closely to the wraith's side no matter where he ventured. Combat boots covered his feet, resulting in some assuming their king would venture to the courtyard for some training.
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After the incident related to Loki nearly persuading Holden into a fling, Noah neglected to gather himself a favourable amount of flings. Through the evenings, he spent them in lonesome or teleported to his head guard's room and ask for a snuggle buddy. Hence, Noah decided he would distract himself with some well-needed training to maintained some sharpened skills. He walked through the hallways, boots clicking on the tiled floors. Every person he passed was greeted with a nod while they responded by saying 'Hello, my king' and various other greetings.
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Unfortunate, things shifted as he crossed the large mouth of the castle doors where an uproar was occurring. The king raised a brow as he exited his home, descending the steps and hurrying over. A guard stopped the king, prompting him to glance over before he could cross through the outer wall.
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"My king, I do not advise heading out. An intruder is near the outer and I recommend you return inside for your safety. Holden is already handling the situation and we have other guards on the-" The guard would be inevitably cut off by the soldier of a king.
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"Silence. With the uproar, I think it is best I intervene. I'm not somebody who needs to be shoved away and protected," Noah insisted.
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The soft ring of his katana being drawn reached his ears. Before the guard could place the effort into stopping him, Noah sprinted towards the nearest shadow and jumped through. From there, he reappeared on the opposite side of the outer wall where the altercation was occurring. The scene laid out on the other side was despised by the wraith to see the least. The intruder stood patiently outside a shield created by Holden, meanwhile, Loki was being held by the head guard... Loki, the guard who managed to accomplish some questionable actions with Holden.
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Temporarily, the situation would be ignored as Noah pointed his sword towards the intruder. A stern glare landed on his expression as his eyes narrowed.
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"What is your business here?" Noah asked the man.
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The stranger's face was obscured by a hood, the glimmering blade of a dagger in his hand. The Assembly soldier tensed when the man's hand reached up, grabbing the fringe of the hood to reveal... a familiar face. Eyes widened as the silver-eyed man recognized the person hidden inside the cloak. Astonishment broke to a friendly smile.
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"Everyone can put their weapon's down," Noah commanded. "Our unexpected guest is welcomed here.
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The katana was promptly sheathed in response to recognizing the silver-haired man. Sven Kenji was a man who fought alongside him throughout the War of Traitors. For two-hundred years the pair worked in tandem with another man, Myson Hammerstein, who Noah discovered a disdain for when the Assembly of Phantoms and Terror Response Syndicate entered their war. After the announcements, a portion of the guards were quick to sheath their weapons, however, watched with well-trained eyes. Despite the declaration of friendship, their priority was to assure Noah's safety.
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cleanse me with those shadows, take me into the dark where I belong, show me my vile black heart.
[attr="class","aodmain"] Intoxication roamed through his veins, the poison of alcohol infecting his brain. Based upon his actions and the stench of his breath, Noah indulged in liquor. The arms he wrapped around Holden's waist remained there, joy being inspired when he melted against him. He found the long-haired head guard attractive, evident by his persistent flirting with him. He enjoyed the familiar's presence, discovering quickly that it inspired happiness the longer he snuggled him. The loneliness was dissipating, a calmness settling the longer he held Holden.
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Initially, the drunken king failed to notice Holden was merely in a towel. A blurriness settled in his mind, fogging his perception of the present situation. The fabric of the towel rubbed against Noah's arms as he snuggled the man. The peculiar sensation resulted in the wraith's eyes finally noticing with the cover Holden was wearing. What a shame... Despite the opportunity laid before him, Noah merely snuggled Holden more, refusing to release the man's waist. When informed his guard would enjoy that a soft giggle escaped the navy-haired man's lips.
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Dirtier thoughts crowded his impaired mind. Booze created a lack of focus in Noah, manifesting these thoughts he should spare Holden from. Only moments later did the head guard inquire about his state.
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"Maaaaybe," the king slurred out playfully.
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As a clever head guard, Holden coaxed him to follow. Slowly, Noah's arms loosened to follow Holden towards the bed, stumbling slightly as they moved along. He crawled into the bed, sliding beneath the covers, pleased when the guard joined him. He began snuggling the man he enjoyed the company of. Minutes later, Noah began acting inappropriately... boundaries were stated... respected... until the pair fell asleep, snuggling through the night.
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cleanse me with those shadows, take me into the dark where I belong, show me my vile black heart.
[attr="class","aodmain"] Silence engulfed the room as Noah popped open the bottle of precious liquor. The glass was forgotten, the bottle’s lips meeting his own in a swig. Every drop of liquid rolled over his tongue and into his throat, the toxic beverage preparing to enter his system. A pain existed in the wraith’s chest, eyes narrowing as he remembered the cursed image burned onto his mind. The redheaded guard straddling Holden, the implications obvious the instant he entered that room. His hand balled into a fist, the other tightening around the neck of the bottle until his knuckles turned pale. STUPID FUCKING LOKI! WHY DID HE RECEIVE THAT ATTENTION AND NOT HIM?!
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Jealousy mingled with anger, manifesting a toxic attitude to develop in Noah. Once again, the liquor returned to his lips, a hardy sip being taken without thought of repercussions. The navy-haired man turned away from the tray, slowly shambling back to his lonesome bed. He stationed himself on the bedside, sipping away at the bottle of hard alcohol in his fingers. Every sip made the pain fuzzier... Every sip dulled the raging fury... Every sip reminded him how wrong his actions were... The final drops collided with Noah’s tongue, his cheeks rosy and face sorrowed. A groan left his mouth as he shakily placed the bottle on his bedside table.
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He flopped onto the bed, dragging himself beneath the covers. Sleep was expected, however, the bed felt cold and empty without somebody beside him... Intoxicated thoughts reminded him of Holden, pondering if the purple-haired man would accept an apology. The wraith craved company, an individual to snuggle until he drifted to sleep. Slowly, Noah lifted himself from the freezing sheets, turning to allow his legs to dangle over the bed. Effort was used to push himself into a standing position. As a stumbling mess, he moved towards the nearest shadow and pressed his palm against the wall. Within moments, he sank into the darkness and appeared in the bedroom of his head guard.
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Impaired eyed noticed the long-haired man, back turned and fresh from the shower. The wraith clumsily moved towards him, admiring throughout his venture. Arms acted automatically, slithering around Holden’s waist and pulling him closer. For a moment he gazed at the familiar’s face before resting his forehead on his shoulder. An inhale through his nose granted him a whiff of Holden’s scent, the freshness prompting a deeper breath through the nose. At one point the long-haired familiar greeted him, but Noah failed to acknowledge it.
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“Holden? I’m sorry,” the king mumbled, words leaving in a slur. “I ruined your fling. I’m sorry.”
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The grip around Holden’s waist was tightened, Noah adjusting to finally rest his chin on the familiar’s shoulder. Liquor could be smelled on his breath with every exhale. A soft groan escaped his lips as he snuggled the purple-haired man.
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“I’m lonely,” he whined softly. “Be my snuggle buddy? Pleeeaaaase? I’m sorry for earlier... That makes it okay for me to ask, right?”
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The wraith’s thought process was evidently impaired by his alcohol consumption. A majority of a hard liquor bottle affected his body greatly. His movements were slow and lacked dexterity, every word escaped his lips, a slurred mess and in-depth thought was abandoned. Whether or not Holden realized the symptoms were the side-effects of liquor consumption was hard to say, however, the king was obviously not thinking clearly.
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