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[unwelcomed]

i left everything behind that day.

open rp | memes | psl | random

He's A Liar

He doesn't know if he's known all along. He knows what they are and he knows what they do; God's True Apostles, bringing retribution on the imposters and a Great Flood to reset humanity.

He lies to his Earl because he's changed his agenda, and Mana is the only one penciled in.

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[wineandwomen]

Cross sat at the cafe table, cigarette in an ashtray smoldering down to the end as the redhead read the small book in his hand. Every once in a while, the man took a sip of his wine or a drag of his cigarette but returned to his book.

The exorcist was waiting for something. Or... More like Someone. And that someone was late.

[unwelcomed]

Red hair was something of a novelty in these parts. Usually it was brown or black, the occasional dark, dark blond. Sometimes there would be an elderly man with a white top meandering through the streets, but for the most part it was top hats and bonnets and police caps. He'd been watching from the second floor balcony of a building across the street, so he knew this.

Someone lives here, likely. Or lived. Doors weren't hard to open, locked or otherwise, and were even more easily bypassed. But Neah supposed he'd probably watched long enough, kept Marian waiting long enough. His descent was uneventful, unfortunately, and within minutes he was placing an order of tea with a passing waitress before spinning off to slide into the seat across from the redhead, fingers laced over the table.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting long."

[wineandwomen]

Red hair was a novelty in most parts of the world, especially when it was this long. At least he had it pulled into a low ponytail so it wasn't in the way of anything.

Cross had forgone his usual Exorcist General uniform this visit, choosing to dress in his priest outfit. The man found that this "uniform" opened far more doors than that of the Black Order and open doors was exactly what he needed to have more of now.

"Not long at all. Just forty-five minutes late is all. Hardly a blink in the face of time." The man looked at his friend with an arched brow, frown on his lips. His tone had clearly hinted at annoyance. Hard to help someone when they were unwilling to meet up on time.

[unwelcomed]

He'd been too cautious lately and wasn't about to stop any time soon. Betrayal was yet the least thing on his mind, but it never hurt to be too careful. Besides, if he was actually being careful.. he wouldn't be meeting an Exorcist outside a cafe in broad daylight. Friend, they called each other.

A sardonic word, and a sardonic smile.

"Neither of us have that luxury, now, do we?" His gaze lingered on the back of Marian's book, more for something to look at than in interest. The smile turned almost apologetic. "..I had to be sure we weren't followed."

I'm not sure who to trust anymore. And I'm running out of time to find out.