Flower Eye? (Private)

"A wanderer isn't always lost."

"Well...maybe outfits is the wrong word, perhaps more like... suits of armor! Yeah, that's it!" He quickly rephrased himself, since even he had to admit, after the point she made, outfits was probably the wrong word. That implied that he used them for fashion, but no. He used them to give himself an edge in combat. And what she said revealed to him that in spite of her Take Over forms, she didn't really know much about combat one way or another. He was completely different, however, and knew pretty much every trick in the book. Maybe there was a few things here and there he could teach her, more than one. "I learned very early on several different types of close quarters combat. And various types of weapons, too. My environment, well... offered a lot of opportunities." His environment was a very rough one at that. Bellum's Private Institution, and his teachers were none other than the country's most dangerous and notorious criminals. That was another story for another time, though.

And apparently her Take Overs wouldn't shut up. Strange... it made him assume that perhaps he was going about his Take Overs wrong? In fact, the White Angel only spoke to him to tell him just that. Though there was another factor to exist. "Maybe it's because yours are spirits, and mine are a part of my blood. I may be a Take Over Mage, but mine works a little bit differently..." He explained to her. She fell backwards on the bed, and he joined her down there, turning his head over in her direction to look at her the entire time. "Well... I knew one other Nephalem. My brother, Vergil... but he's dead. And as for Take Over Mages..." he began that, but he suddenly found the warmth of her hand in his. He took a hold of hers with a firm, but gentle grip. Now he was thinking about something else, and his gaze at her suddenly shifted. Before his eyes were bright and wide, though still held on to that effect the redness gave them. Now, they slowly lowered themselves to a much more intimate gaze, "Well..." he began, his voice a little more soft. He slowly scooted himself closer to her just a little bit more.

"I haven't, as a matter of a fact. Although I'm glad you're the first." And with that, he decided that it was time for him to make a bold move, and he slowly brought in his lips to meet with hers, with his hand gently releasing a bit of its grip, and slowly ran his fingers in her palm.

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

He hadn't the faintest idea just how much time had passed from the moment they kissed and onward. An hour? Two? Three? Probably three... that's what it felt like. Or he could be exaggerating. He would never know, but he didn't much care to find out. After all that had happened, Rose Garden was still quite lively outside, though it was slowly dying down.

Once everything had died down in their room, the two of them were still left uninterrupted and by themselves. Everything was over, and he laid beside Sayuno in his bed, his arm around her shoulder area, and another container of strawberries between them. He took one out, but instead of feeding it to himself, he pressed it against her lips in a very fun and teasing manner before letting her eat it as she pleased, and then took one for himself. "So..." he finally said, his breaths were still a little bit heavy and exhausted, but he appeared to be full of energy regardless. "What was that you said earlier? Make me yours?" He couldn't help but laugh at it now that he had the chance to, though it didn't quite sound like he was mocking her. In fact, he was intrigued, and he sneaked a quick kiss on her cheek afterwards. "No woman has ever been able to tame a Nephalem before, you know. Ever. I'm curious to see how you'll manage." He put another strawberry at his lips and slowly bit the first few centimeters off of it, his gaze looking down at her. "We're quite the rowdy bunch, as you can see."

He ate down the rest of that strawberry, but didn't reach for another one. In fact, for a few moments, he didn't even look in her direction, unless she turned his cheek and forced him to. His expression looked a little blank, as if he was in some kind of deep thought about it. He had to think about what he had just said, and let it sink in. Was it really true? And was she really capable of that? The thought of not being able to wander around and go about his own business... it actually terrified him quite a bit. The last thing he would be able to do at his age and status would be to settle down with one woman.

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

A sigh of relief escaped from him when she reassured she was only kidding. He was actually disappointed, just a little bit, but also glad that she wasn't going to be one of those kinds of girls. Or what she? She was a very complex woman, and it was hard to tell or assume a lot of things about her, particularly because she could say one thing and mean another, be completely serious about something, or just be an absolute tease. In fact, he still wasn't sure about most of what she said. With his thoughts wandering like that, it was only a matter of seconds before he had realized she climbed right on top of him in her Take Over form--which for a second did activate a natural instinct in him assuming that she was going to attack him. Though fortunately, it was just for a tease.

And she was right... she wasn't just any woman, she was a demoness. Perhaps Deniel should have worded his phrase more carefully because it didn't really matter what race they were, Nephalem just couldn't be tamed by a lover. Regardless, what she said had been an excellent comeback, and there was nothing he could do to go against it. "You're right... you're not just some woman. Hahah." Naturally her digging her teeth into his neck, especially in the way that she had done it, did have him engage in a very brief moment of ecstasy that he closed his eyes tightly in. His hand very swiftly went to his own neck once she backed off of it, and tried to feel if she placed something there, which fortunately she didn't... but he could still feel the spots in which her teeth had gone to. And it also reminded him of the heart she carved on to his skin earlier, which he had contemplated how long it would last.

Naturally, throughout their session, Deniel had completely forgotten the scar that was on his chest. No less than a year or two ago, he was completely haunted by it, and would never take his shirt off because of it. Though now, he had begun to appreciate its usefulness so much that he forgot it was there oftentimes, and the case was true here. The large, dark area of his scar was completely invisible to him up until that point, and her mentioning and tracing it had practically made it reappear in his gaze. "The scar...? Well..." he had to think about it for a moment. So far he was very vague with himself, and even lied about his name. Was lying to this woman the best way to gain her own trust? Definitely not. Deniel decided that this would be the first thing he told the whole truth on, "Well...it's from my brother, actually. Vergil. As a way of protecting me, he removed my heart. Now my heartbeat and pulse is through Magic, although I lack the physical object. It's funny now that I think about it... Vergil was able to foreshadow that my lack of a heart would save my life well over ten years before it had actually happened. A brilliant man, he was. An excellent mentor... and a good brother. It's a shame he's no longer with me."

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

"Yes. And destroyed it." He responded to her baffled question quite bluntly, though the second part wasn't exactly true. It was only something he believed to be true. He didn't know exactly what Vergil did with his heart, but the only assumption Deniel could make was that he destroyed it, or discarded it in some way. He knew that this came as a surprise to her, and was more than expecting a large portion of questions to come his way. He had already told the truth now, so there wasn't any point in lying to her. Though he wouldn't give her all of the details... for some of them were very sensitive, very personal things about his life that not anyone just knew. In fact, as far as he could remember, she would be the very first he shared some of this information with. "Simple. The heart's job is to pump blood throughout the body, and my blood gets where it needs to through a Spell. A very old, ancient one... considered a taboo." Not even Deniel knew the exact nature of the spell, or even how it worked entirely. All he knew was that his heart's job was done via Magic, and that Vergil cast the spell on him.

"I'm going to spare you a life story, so I'll just say it this way: I came across an opponent I wouldn't be able to defeat in a thousand years. The moment that he tried killing me by ripping my heart out and discovering there was none left the opening for me to do the same to him and win the duel. That's how." He didn't tell her who it was, and he probably wouldn't for a while. That kind of information was sensitive. Very, very sensitive. Though somewhere in the process, she had actually misunderstood him. She seemed to believe that all Nephalem were capable of having their hearts removed, but that was not the case. And it was good she brought it up, since it was something he needed to clarify. A brief sigh escaped from him as he stretched one of his legs out while keeping the other slightly bent, and rested the arm that was previously wrapped around her on it.

"It doesn't save a Nephalem's life, it kills them. Just like removing the heart of anything will kill them. I'm only alive because Vergil removed it with purpose, not to kill me." With that part answered, he almost deemed it unnecessary for him to tell her that Nephalem were quite easy to kill, as a matter of a fact. Well... not easy, just they could die normally. It was no secret, though, so he decided to spill that as well. "The same way you can, darling. Remove a significant organ, suffer enough damage, decapitated... whatever. We aren't immortal. The only thing I can't die from is a wound to the chest, which would be fatal to others. Understand?"

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

"Mmhm." She still wasn't entirely getting it, but it was something that was complicated and hard to explain. The fact that someone was alive without an actual, physical heart was probably beyond a person's comprehension. In fact, the thought of it made Deniel contemplate if there were other taboo spells out there that could replace an organ. Maybe someone could physically live off of Magic... and become invincible, perhaps. It was a funny thought. Though it was interrupted by his body being in physical danger. Reacting by his pure combat instincts, Deniel's calm face swiftly turned dark, as a scowl spread itself across his features. He held up the palm of his hand to the side of his neck, and enclosed his fingers right around the blade. Just as he did so, what caught the blade wasn't a hand made of flesh and bones, but rather a gauntlet composed of black metal. This same gauntlet covered his entire hand, but the black metal was cut off at his wrist area, and gave way to a glorious, rounded white armor. Without giving any time to explain, or even say a word to her, the other hand of Deniel went straight for the woman's neck.

With a firm grip, another hand surrounded by armor found itself to the flesh of her neck, and he wasted no time in standing up on the bed. The armored hand that had caught her blade quickly squeezed on to it, and snapped it right in half within his grip. And now, there he stood on the bed, with her by the neck in one of his hands. In spite of there only being armor on his arms, there was a mysterious blue energy making its way across his body, covering it up with itself. Yet the parts that were covered in blue had also been transparent, and one could see Deniel's body right through it. "Didn't think it would be that easy, did ya'?" He felt very tempted to just kill this girl right now, but at the same time... he knew he couldn't bring himself to do it. In spite of her putting his life in danger right that, after the night they spent together, it would make him appear to be a cold-blooded murderer. Nothing suited for a God of Ishval. So the blue energy trekking across his body had suddenly ceased in his tracks, and he shook his head.

Without warning, he let the girl go, but not very softly. He threw her down, rather, out of his grip and on to the floor, and jumped down himself right in front of her. The blue energy retraced its steps back to his arms, where the armor quickly turned a bright blue color, and dissipated. And he only had a few words for her: "Get. Before I change my mind."

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"A wanderer isn't always lost."

He watched her without much motion at first, but decided that having a lack of clothing at the current moment wasn't necessarily the best idea, especially to look intimidating. So while she went over to the closet to dress herself up, he did as well, with the clothes he had tossed aside on the bed with their earlier intercourse. He slipped back on clothes only for his lower section, and left the top part of himself shirtless because for one... he couldn't really find one of his shirts. He crossed his arms over his chest, half expecting her to just walk out when she made her way over to the bathroom, but instead she went there instead. And after she went out of that, he expected her to go to the door afterwards. Once again, his suspicion was the complete opposite of what had actually occurred.

Change his mind? She had just tried to murder him in his own bed, how could he possibly change his mind about her? He rolled his eyes and switched the arms that were crossed, since they already were, and clearly showed distaste for what she had just inquired of him. Yet in spite of that, she still put the coat around his shoulders, a little act of kindness, sure... but it wasn't like he needed it. He was still very hesitant about this all, and he was on his guard as well, ready to deflect or get rid of any kind of attack she sent his way. He gave her plenty of chances so far... and this next time, he wasn't going to show much mercy. At least that's what he thought. He was very confused about the whole scenario, and didn't really know what he should think. Both of his eyes went from her to the bed just for a brief moment, and that moment was just enough to find that she was in his face yet again with a kiss, one that... he accepted.

In spite of all that had happened, he figured it was the least he could do for her. He placed his hands at her hips and returned the kiss, accepting it. He kept it going for a good thirty seconds or so before he broke it, and let her leave. She left quietly, and left him all alone. Well... not exactly alone. With an exhausted sigh he plopped himself right back down on the bed, and he could practically feel the dampness of their bodies from before on it. And he gave one glance down at the flower she had stuck inside of his coat, unsure of what to do. "What did I miss...?" he heard a familiar voice say.

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