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[wild_dreamer]

Oh dear me.

He plays Akito very nicely too.

Hee. Of course, this was only discovered from a sudden inkling to play Kureno that I had. And, with noone else online, and nobody that I felt was worthy of my Kureno-ness, I asked him to attempt Akito.

And oh my, he plays a fabulously just-possessive-enough God of the zodiac.

I think I shall throw it in the entry, what we've done so far.. It isn't much, but very lovely characterization anyways. In case anyone wants to see. (Mind his grammar is a little off, and his syntax is strange, but if you can overlook that, click the cut.)

Kureno: Quiet footsteps along the hallway, Kureno keeps his head bowed as he moves along, avoiding the gaze of the servants and any other Jyuunishi he might accidentally meet between his rooms and Akito's. Stopping outside the god's door, he lifts a hand and knocks lightly against the wood.

Akito: -The weather is cold today, so achin' cold that pierces the bone. Winter strikin'. Cool breeze blowin' into the dark room, though the un-close window. At the very corner there, a figure wrappin' in thick blankets, standin' there. He lifted his hand up, bringin' it to settle on his head, eyes is flutterin' close.- Ugh. My head hurts! Again and again. Stop hurtin'! Dang! -He knocked his head to the wall a few times, paused then. He leans his head against the wall and a hand there, next to his head before he does a slide down, settlin' himself on the ground slowly.- That woman. I wonders.~ How she is doin' now. She mustn't be smilin' to my Juunishi. She mustn't be talkin' to 'em. Annoyin'. Ugh..it hurtin' more now..Anybody? Is anybody out there?

Kureno: Difficult not to listen through the thin door, one eyebrow arches momentarily before he settles his expression back into it's usual passive mask, pushing the door open quietly. "Akito?" Frowning slightly and shivering at the sudden chill from the breeze coming in, he steps into the room and slides the door closed again behind him. "Are you alright, Akito-sama?" His eyes tracking slowly around the room, adjusting to the dimly lit space after the brightness of the lit hallway, until his gaze finally comes to rest upon the slumped figure in the corner.

Akito: -Recognized the voice, knowin' the one entered in is Kureno, the rooster. Standin' up slowly, his hand which is on the wall, supportin' him.- My bird has finally came. Kureno.~ Come over. My head is hurtin'. Come closer to me. --Stretched his both arms wide, awaitin' the rooster to come to him, to hold him, to touch him, to hug him. He himself wanted to smell the scent on the rooster, which can calm him down and the warmth. Yes! The warmth. He needed it so much.-

Kureno: Bowing his head again, he stepped across the room, pausing only to pull the window shut against the chill before embracing the god. "Yes, Akito." He knows, understands as always, without speech, that Akito is seeking his comfort, his warmth and gentle caresses. The same, always the same for them both. Akito wants, needs; Kureno provides. Pulling the slender frame close, his arms settling around the thin waist, hands resting lightly against Akito's hips, Kureno closes his eyes somewhat to regard the God with concern.

Akito: -He leaned up to the taller figure, mouth to the other's ear. Whispered somethin'.- A small tree grow when the god comes near to it. The flowers bloom when the god takin' care of it. The flower wilted when the god is disappearin' from the world. The tree turn back into seeds and layin' on the god's hand when the god is dead. Always will. The seeds can't grow all by itself. Do you understand this, Kureno? -Smirked, and he pressed a light kiss on the rooster's neck, bites gently.- You, always mine. Without me, you are homeless. A pitiful creature that the god took pity upon.~

Kureno: His eyes fall shut at the whisper of breath across his ear, listening to those words closely, knowing better than to allow himself to simply hear the god's voice and lose the words. He starts to respond in the pause, when Akito has asked if he understands, but the damp lips pressed to his throat cut him short, the teeth that follow eliciting a quiet groan from the Rooster's lips instead of an answer, and then Akito is speaking again. When the words have finished falling from his God's lips, Kureno's eyes open once more to gaze down into Akito's black ones as he does answer. "Of course. I've always know that, Akito." But what he doesn't say, what he only thinks.. 'Because you never fail to remind me of it.' A hand lifts slightly, soothing against the other's back.

*Purrs softly.* I should sleep on that, hmm~ Get some rest before work tomorrow. Yess~ Unless he posts again~

*Meanders off.*