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Post by Angus Balthazaar on Dec 12, 2021 17:00:49 GMT 1
The heath was unbearable. Had it not been for his prenatural body, Angus was certain that he would have fainted. His overalls were smeared with mud, dirt and other remains from the manure which they had tried to bury all afternoon. Pearls of sweat had gathered all over his white marble skin, making it appear as if condensation had decided to rest on an indoor sculpture. ‘’I adore you’’, his soft voice whispered, while he leaned onto a spade which rested sturdily in the mud. His milky-white eyes stared enchanted onto his twin brother, who had been able to keep remarkably clean despite the heavy labor. He guessed that was the difference between them: sophisticated Percival with his clean fingernails and minimalistic lines. And he, the brother who despite being so alike always had preferred the physical labor and did not mind the mud nor a dirty cheek. ‘’It feels like you read my mind. The oranges have been craving a better nutrient, but… Are you sure he was completely clean?’’, he narrowed his gaze while a slight smirk entered his lips, despite being so close, he was certain that Percival wouldn’t mind decorating the truth to some extend.
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Post by Percival Balthazaar on Dec 12, 2021 17:15:16 GMT 1
The smell was distinct as they stood in the little patch where the mould was now being tilled. Above dem the green house roof was fogged up and misty, shielding them from view of the rest of the world. Angus' little world. Percival had always admired his abilities with the plants. He had no intention what so ever to help, it wasn't his place or his function. He had placed the wheel barrel inside the door, the pool of blood gathered at the bottom after the corpse had been dispatched into the ground. He stood leaning against the cool glass walls and turned his wand between his fingers as he watched his brother work. Their eyes met and he smiled back.
"He was a dancer, what can I say?" he shrugged offhandedly before straightening up. "I'm pretty sure he was clean. I never saw him do pixie dust or human drugs like coke. But what does it matter if your plants get a little raunchy?" he asked and winked at him. "Might do them some good."
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Post by Angus Balthazaar on Dec 12, 2021 17:47:02 GMT 1
A white brow shot up while the smirk turned amused from his brother’s lighthearted tone. Angus was almost instantly sure that he was lying. Yet, Percival had always had a way of manipulating him into accepting almost anything. ‘’It matters’’, he responded somewhat dryly, before his smile turned downwards into a grim expression, and then back to amused. ‘’I saw how he looked at you’’. A human could never have captured this brief expression of anger and jealousy, and a daemon could never not have. Though Angus did not intend for Percival to see, and immediately shot down his eyes to the dirt that had been so carefully curated to hide their common crime. He pulled the spade up and went to put it away in a small, crooked cabinet. Once he came out, he stopped next to the wheelbarrow and dipped a long white finger into the crimson liquid. ’’I swear, if you lied to me this time Percy…’’, with these words he stuck the finger in between his lips to taste the metallic blood. His eyes locked onto his twins while a disappointed expression entered his face.
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Post by Percival Balthazaar on Dec 12, 2021 18:03:46 GMT 1
Percival stood his ground. He had no intention of coming clean. Why would he?
"Don't complain, brother, I bring you the best of the best, and here you are, doubting me??" he said almost indignantly and snorted as he watched his brother taste the blood. "And if he isn't, I doubt it'll wither your beloved greenery," he said in a mocking tone and rolled his eyes as he walked from the glass walls and towards the wheelbarrow where he stopped and raised a white eyebrow at his brother's expression.
"Don't tell me we have to dig this guy up again? We just got him here, and I dare say I have a cleaning lady that needs to get a raise if I don't get back to my office and cover up the worst of the struggle. He was a burly guy after all," he heaved a sigh to illustrate his exasperation. If Angus started to demand the man was a bad batch, he'd have to dig him out himself.
"Come now, let's have a glass of wine and celebrate your new fertilizer!" he begged almost impatient to get out of the smelly green house.
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Post by Angus Balthazaar on Dec 12, 2021 19:18:21 GMT 1
Angus became still as he observed the mocking smile on his brothers face. He wanted to kill him; to slither his hands around that little delicate neck of his and snap it as if it was a soft biscuit. The thought made a sweet tingle dance throughout his body. Slowly, the finger slid out from between his own pale lips and fell to the side of his body. ’’It’s the acidity that worries me’’, he answered matter of factly, before he spat into the wheelbarrow. The clump hit hard, and a metallic sound rang out in the big greenery. He did not care about Percival’s staff, nor any inconveniences that his actions would bring them, instead Angus’ thoughts were always with the plants. ’’I will have to drench the soil with milk…’’, a sigh escaped him, and he turned his gaze towards the small cabinet again. The door was still creaking from the rough kick he had done to close it. ’’You are an idiot, and I am tired of your lies. Careful, I may kill you next time’’, he winked while a glimpse of amusement hugged his tired expression. He straightened up and walked to his brother’s side to ruffle his hair and knew that it was all empty threats. They were one, and they would be to the end. He leaned in, and pressed his lips to Percivals soft clean mouth.
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Post by Percival Balthazaar on Dec 16, 2021 15:38:58 GMT 1
Percival considered his options as he looked at Angus and heard his words ring out into the greenhouse. He was about to reply, that he in no way would achieve killing him, because he was the most boisterous of the two of them, and he'd hear him sneak up on him a mile away, when the kiss on his lips silenced him. He stood a short second before relaxing and giving in as he put his arms around him and drew him close as he savoured their forbidden intimacy. The symbiosis they experienced, the oneness of their embrace was almost like a blessing from the gods.
The release of their lips sent shivers down his spine and he smirked at his brother. "When have I ever lied to you, dear brother?" he asked and let go of him as he walked to the wheelbarrow and looked into the dark pool of blood. At the edges the liquid had begun congealing, dark and jagged lines against the metal hull of the barrow. "I'm sorry that my gift was disappointing. How can I ever make it up to you, I wonder? Get you some milk for your garden perhaps?" he turned with a humourous glint in his eyes. "Pearly white and thick, just how you like it?"
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Post by Angus Balthazaar on Dec 16, 2021 19:37:36 GMT 1
Slowly Angus melted into the embrace. The soft and feather like kiss had turned into a greedy action of a ravenous character. He lusted for these intimate moments of forbidden touch and almost as fast as it had begun it was over. “Don’t bite that silvertongue of yours”, he answered bemused as he snapped out into the empty air between them. The hard porcelain bite of his teeth ecchoed in the orangerie. With a swift move of his fingers he opened the buckles of his garden overall and slipped out of it with ease. A soft laughter left him by Percival’s profanity and he slowly shook his head; “too salty”, he responded promptly though the thought had left his cheeks rosy like a boy drunk on his first cherry wine. “Are you coming? I’d rather have that glass of wine”, he pushed the door open and a gush of cool wind welled into the thick hot air. He pushed his red stained fingers through his white hair and remained in the doorway, ready to close the door as soon as Percival had gone out. The cold wasn’t good for the plants.
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