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MY HSUHB MY HUSBNAD!!! hees sfoft n i like him :]
[Kruz sent you an invite.] Let's Play 8Ball!
[Invite accepted.] U're the 8 to my Ball
"I've been awfully /lonely/ as of late, you know..." || Rather unfortunately for the seemingly older of the pair, he's found himself in a position with the abomination's undying adoration, being subjected to Kaoru's constant pesterance and whines for attention, along with...numerous far less desireable facets of his, much like a certain fox once was. Perhaps his outwards display of infatuation is a direct result of the reminder Arkadiy serves of his once dearest.
To some it might've appeared peculiar just how much his unsettling attachment had grown after having bared witness to one of the CEO's outbursts, yet to those truly aware of the man's oddities, it's hard not to wonder if the prospect of Arkadiy's rage turning to be directed towards himself is something circling the blonde's mind, perhaps such a thought even serving as a source of temporary entertainment for him. Much like Arkadiy as a whole - though he enjoys the game he plays with the other, how delightful it is to toy with him, Kaoru isn't deluded enough to think such an arrangement is nothing more than transitory.
Such things will never be made apparent to the warmonger, of course. Kaoru's clandestine nature has always aided in keeping the secrets surrounding him remain as nothing more than silly rumours...until one finds they've become trapped within a mess far too deep to have even the slightest chance of continued permanence.
βA cheater. A liar. A schemer. And a remarkably beautiful one at that.β The script is perfect in every way. Everyone where they need to be, at exactly the right moment, with exactly the right smile. Yet whoever thinks they control the pieces still has to make the next move eventually. Whoever is playing the game is playing against an opponent; and Arkadiy makes sure to remain a worthy one. He seldom loses himself to such tiring games; while the CEO fancies the risk and the thrill, he cannot fathom out what makes him so dangerously drawn to Kaoru. Arkadiy cannot quite pinpoint the appeal; cannot just aim at it and pull the trigger, for Kaoru deserves far more delicate treatment. What motivates him; boredom? Is it loveβ obsession? Perhaps it is a feeling that does not need to be acknowledged β defined β in order to be felt. And so, Arkadiy reluctantly entertains this wicked game of catch and release, each unanticipated encounter leaving him with the lingering sense of painfully short-lived satisfaction; unease; and an all-devouring void slowly swirling deep inside his chest. Kaoru has a devastating effect on him β masterfully mimicking that of a particularly rough hangover or a heavy drug. Yet it's a truth well known that the most harmful drug is destined to become the one you get addicted to most. Arkadiy will keep coming to get his fix, surely β as he always does, until either him or Kaoru grows tired of playing pretend; until they finally hit a dead end; or until there is nothing left of him for Kaoru to prey upon.
"Entertaining and..." Desdemona drags out her words as she blows a puff of crimson smoke that curls around her face. "I am just waiting for her to snap on someone." A charming yet eerie grin emerges across her lips. Truly, she hasn't paid Arkadia much mind compared to those she has dealt weapons to; though knowing the supplier is always an interesting tidbit. Yet, she had to admit to herself, watching her interact with those who work under her is quite the past-time. Perhaps she could say she liked her personality. "What finely crafted weaponry, too. I can give the mortals credit where credit is due, for now."
"Beautiful. Otherworldly. Remarkably terrifying."
It takes an awful lot to shatter Ms. Voytova's absurdly overplayed display of confidence β or so they say. Desdemona appears to be perfectly capable of doing exactly that just by being around the seemingly older warmonger.
Arkadia may have been quite the player in the past; and she still manages to play it smooth from time to time, yet she finds her heart racing like that of a wide-eyed teenage girl fighting the urge to approach her high school crush whenever Desdemona grants her with her overwhelming, ever-unnerving presence. To her own dismay, Arkadia welcomes the unease that Desdemona brings with her each time, β gladly succumbing to her demonic allure. The notorious CEO anticipates each new encounter with the reverence of a fanatic β despite knowing full well that it could be her last.
Yet Desdemona inevitably stays out of Arkadia's reach β both in the physical sense and in terms of comprehension, as if she was more pure entropic force than a living being. Who knows; maybe she will let Arkadia in on a little secret. One day.
Sorry, I don't speak delusional.
You don't want to know what kind of pain could I possibly inflict upon you.
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You are within your rights, my dear. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person to side with? Does your anger hurt less now?