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When: December 3rd-4th, anytime after this thread takes place.
Rating: Not sure. We'll say R for possible violence, and the usual innuendo, to be safe.
Characters: Anyone at Diva's Palace, Setsuna Mudou, and maybe Sakuya Kira later.
Summary: Saya brought home a stray angel to Diva's, and, of course, that's bound to be discovered.
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As always, Setsuna hadn't necessarily been thinking when he came up with the idea of going home with Saya. He was likely as much surprised by the idea as she was. He hadn't expected anything to come of it, either. Again, not thinking. Rather than thought, things happened.

Eventually, it led to him sneaking back into the manor with Saya. He had been slightly nervous, not wanting a battle out of it, but at the same time, Setsuna grinned from time to time, amused. Karl had been right - danger enticed him, to a degree. Karl had been right about too many things.

The whole event ended at Saya's bed, where, like before, at Charlie's, they curled up together. He even manifested a set of wings and kept one over her. He knew he couldn't protect her from everything, but he could try. And he could at least give her company and some sort of solace, at times. That was all he wanted.

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...Setsuna?

[ Karl stands at the door of Saya's room. Immobile, as if his feet are planted to the carpet. He was drawn her after sensing a presence -- something off -- in the manor. He'd expected to find the Cherub sneaking Saya out. Not -- not this. ]

[From her sound sleep it's a hazy path to awareness, the warmth around her and the voice calling for Setsuna.] Hmm?

[In a snap it reconciles, and her fingers curl in Setsuna's shirt. Protective. Her intended glare toward Karl is weak, timid. Please, just don't hurt him.] He's staying with me.

[ Too late. There are gallows and swastikas in Karl's glare. ]

I can see that.

[ Never mind how absurdly this scene resembles a parent catching their teenager red-handed with a boyfriend. ]

[Setsuna's not even the least bit concerned, arm going around Saya to pull her closer. Karl's anger isn't anything like Rosiel's.]

Shouldn't be a problem, right? You get to keep Saya in here, and I get to make sure she's treated right.

[Saya scoots closer to Setsuna even as her eyes are focused on Karl. Anxiety, defiance, indignation... she can't decide where to settle.] You didn't say I couldn't bring people here.

[ His face sharpens to a ferocious glower. Stiff-legged, he marches into the room. Reaches out to grab Setsuna's collar, hauling him upright. To Saya, he snaps, teeth-gritted and livid, ]

I didn't say you could sleep with them either!

Karl. [It's not everday Setsuna lowers his voice and uses few words as possible. One hand reaches out to pull Karl's hand off of him.]

Calm down.

[Silently and wide-eyed, Saya watches the two of them, hovering between horrified protectee and violent retaliation. Only Setsuna's word that he could handle Karl keeps her seated, but one injury to Setsuna and the paper-thin hold on her control will surely rupture.]

[ He ignores Saya -- for the moment. Focusing on Setsuna with Death-Ray Eyes. ]

Just what are you doing here? Trying to sneak her out while we're busy?

[Setsuna just looks back at Karl, even, nearly expressionless, if the sliver of aggravation wasn't noticeable.]

Didn't you hear a word she said? I'm here with her.

Let me say it more clearly. I'm staying with her.

[Saya's temper flares, unwilling to stay silent while Karl asserts control over yet another thing, threatens to slither across her entire life until he and this house are the only things in it.] I told him I couldn't leave, so he offered to stay here.

You have no right to be mad about it. Go away.

[ His gaze narrows with contempt, cutting from Setsuna to Saya. ]

I believe an invitation is needed from the actual residents, before a guest leaps in to stay.

Then I'll ask Diva for permission.

[And heading out the door to do just that.]

[...Leaving her alone with Karl was not in the plans, Setsuna dear.]

[Saya pulls the blankets to her chest, having worn just a thin slip to bed. She's not so modest, but it's the principle of the matter.]

What are you doing? It's not a problem if he's here.

[ Seething, he watches Setsuna go, as if he's a thief of -- what? Saya's virtue? Laughable concept. But something ugly sings through him, the exact pitch and color of a noxious green tarantella. ]

[ He's felt it before. Many times. ]

[ Jealousy. ]

Isn't it? [ He pins Saya with a baleful glare. ] Considering he tried to break you out before, like the nosy pest he is?

[And Setsuna stops. Seeing the look Karl gives Saya, Setsuna's eyes narrow to mere slits. It's not just that, but the way he talks about her, as if she isn't allowed to make her own choices.]

You really misunderstand a lot. I wasn't here to break her out. I came to ask her if she wanted to leave. To show her she had options. She turned that down, so we left her here.

She's free to go whenever she likes. That's what Diva said! But you talk about this as if she's a prisoner. You gonna go against Diva's words?

But I stayed, didn't I? It's like Setsuna says. What more do you want from me? [Ask too much, her glare threatens, and watch what limited compliance you've earned slip away.]

[ Brats. Both of them. Unbearable and obstinate brats. He focuses on Setsuna with a burnt sneer. ] You don't know Diva's words -- or anything about this family -- so don't pretend to. [ Disdainful, ] Anyway, shouldn't you be fussing over your dear little sister instead of sneaking into someone else's bed?

[ With that, Setsuna is dismissed. The look he pins Saya is nothing short of pure murder. Would she shriek, he wonders, if he wrapped both hands around her throat and squeezed? Would she beg, or fight back? ] Setsuna, Setsuna, Setsuna. Perhaps I should get rid of the boy, if all he's doing is putting words in your mouth.

Diva herself told me th-

[Setsuna's words halt entirely at the mention of Sara.] Well, let's just say you were right about some things and leave Sara out of it.

[Otherwise, he's calm and rolls his eyes at Karl's words.] And how do you think you're gonna get rid of me, anyway?

[Difficult to tell whether it's Karl's threat on Setsuna's life or the heart-perfect aim of his taunt, but whichever the case Saya's expression frosts over.]

You said they wouldn't get hurt if I stayed here. Are you going back on your word? If you are, I'm leaving with him right now.

Oh? [ Karl's smile is ugly and vicious under dark snapping eyes. The predator in him scents a fresh wound. And swoops in. ] Why should I? You seem to adore meddling in someone else's family business. Isn't a tit-for-tat fair?

[ He looks at Saya sidelong, as if she's being deliberately obtuse and begging to be slapped. ] I didn't say you could bring them back here either. This isn't a way station for everyone you want to bundle into bed with you.

If she wants me here, she wants me here. That's not meddling. You're just jealous. Aren't you? It's that hard to admit the things you dislike, even about yourself, let alone what's going on around you.

[Setsuna's watching them, arms crossed, back against a wall. The rest of it is for Saya to tackle, but as if he would ever take his eyes off of them.]

[Once Saya's staked a claim it takes more than a tug to upset her grip. If she lets Karl win this time it won't be long before everything in her that's hers is gone.]

It's my room and my bed, and I'll invite who I like. Or... [She rises from bed, barely covered in that thinnest chemise but striding toward Setsuna as if adorned and bejeweled in the utmost finery.] my bed won't be anyplace where you can interrupt.

[ Karl's fists clench and unclench in time with his jaw. He's not sure who he wants to hit. Setsuna. Saya. He's not sure why he even wants to do it. He's many things, but emotionally literate is never one of them. The room's atmosphere seem red and close and suffocating. Like his thoughts. ]

[ Ignoring Setsuna -- insolent little bastard -- he returns his gaze to Saya. ] Or I could make it so there's nothing to interrupt. [ The threat vibrates in his voice, his glare, the very space he takes up. There's a growl, hitched, and outraged, but he's sick of the familiarity in this scene, of being the third wheel and intruder at every point in his life. ]

[ He takes a breath, suddenly acutely aware of the ringing in his ears, and then he is gone, out of the bedroom, slamming the door so loudly that the whole manor probably hears it. ]

[Setsuna's fierce stare sharpens with Karl's threat, his arms loosen. There's a desire to rush over to Saya protectively, but she's already headed towards him.]

[It's only when the door slams Setsuna feels a distinctive sadness about the whole event, one hand raised in the direction of the closed door.]

Karl.... [A sigh, then he turns to Saya.] So, you think that really means, "Fine, you win! I give up. Keep people in your room!"? Or should we talk to Diva to be safe?

[Saya pauses to glance at the door, expression flat and cool. However her feelings about Karl conflict normally, when he threatens someone she cares about she can't afford to abide that weakness.]

[The ice in her eyes melts as she looks to Setsuna, a few steps completing her path to him. She reaches out, one delicate hand brushing over his shoulder, just because she wants to and she can no matter what doors that fool wants to slam.]

I don't want to go anywhere for a while. [Her fingers close around his shirt, lightly tugging. It was a hard won right to have him here and she intends to take full advantage.]

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[Setsuna softens, his mind easily turning away from all of its darker thoughts. He pulls Saya close at her tugs. Sure, she was only tugging at his shirt, but it almost feels like she found a thread to his heart, there.]

Alright. We don't need to. If we must, we can talk to Diva later.

[He doesn't ask, just tilts his head to the bed and starts walking back to it.]

[Appeased but hardly satisfied, she follows Setsuna back to the bed and climbs in, slipping beneath the sheets. She slides over, not just close but flush against him; if she was casually affectionate before, now she is deliberately, obstinately so. Gratitude and willfulness twist inside her and she can't help but slide her arms full around him, nose nuzzling softly at his neck -- showing him, Karl, everyone that this is what she wants, what she chose, and she won't have it taken away.]

[While they had been close, and affectionate, this particular nuzzling was new to Setsuna, at least from Saya. There were two natural reactions to this. First, Setsuna's cheeks turned slightly pink. Then he opened his mouth.]

Are you hungry? I don't know the last time you had blood. If you want some, it's okay to take it.

[Hungry? Hm, she supposes so. Not that she's feeling especially week, but the electric twinge through her body when drinking from him before -- then, it had been necessity, and now an act of choice, of bonding. She trusts him this much, to let herself do what should be a struggle, just because he offered.]

[She hums and nods her affirmation, lip peeling back to bare her fangs. Just grazing his neck at first, scoring teasing lines, then twin pricks which yield just a drop, each. The tip of her tongue flicks out to collect them, laving over his skin, soothing. One leg curls over his, pulling herself closer still as she bites in earnest, lips sealing on his neck. She purrs with contentment, body shifting against his in time with his pulse as each beat fills her mouth yet more.]

[She wonders idly if Karl can sense her feeding, her eager body pressing forward against Setsuna's warmth.]

[Setsuna was, typically, very talkative, but he's silent now. As soon as Saya nods, he lifts his head to make it more comfortable, offering. His eyes close at the first light sting, wrapping his leg into hers.]

[If nothing else, on a bed, it will be far more comfortable than the first time. Much as Saya does, Setsuna has long seen feeding as a way of bonding. Unlike Saya, though, Setsuna doesn't give Karl another thought.]

[As the flow turns sluggish Saya's mouth moves differently, lazy and savoring, slow licks that collect every drop. She hums again, low, satisfied, her body swiveling against him as if seeking the best position for comfort. She's restless, teeming with new energy, can't seem to stop moving even as she doesn't pull back an inch.]

You're good to me. [Her lips finds his skin again, at the jawline.] Someday I'll find something to do for you.

[Opposite of her, Setsuna feels a satisfied languor afterwards. He still feels every little movement, holding her. There's a nuzzle or two as his skin heals up.]

Mmm? For me? You don't have to do a thing. I think you kinda did, anyway. You totally stood your ground against Karl. It was kinda awesome, watching that.

Was it? [She giggles, low and breathy, against his neck.] I should do it more often.

[A lazy shift of her hips, try to to get yet closer.] You're warm.

Mmm. [He gives a slow reply, nodding his head, smiling.] It really was. And yeah, you should.

[He moves with the shift, not thinking much about it, other than there's a comfort and warmth to the closeness.] Good. I'm supposed to be.

So are you.

Supposed to be? [Her fingers slide up and through his hair, gently stroking. It's nice, this closeness. She would have been angry if Karl took it away.] What does that mean?

[A light chuckle.]

Blood, it's warm. If I was cold right now, that'd be bad. Unless the room was just freezing. But that would be bad, too.

[A flutter of laughter, mainly because she's thinking of Karl's cold blood, how unpleasant it was in comparison.]

And here I was thinking it's because of your warm heart.

[One of her hands skims over his shoulder to his chest, to feel his heartbeat.]

Huh? [He looks a little flustered at that, but smiles to hear her laugh. She hasn't seemed very happy in a while.] My heart's fragile. Not sure how warm it is.

Yours is warm, too.

[ Some time later, some time after Karl, Diva suddenly appears in the room, the quiet swish of the curtains and the thud as the door closed softly behind her sounding off her arrival.

She was amused and her lips curved in a red, red smile as she watched the two stretched out on the bed. Should Setsuna's wings still be unfurled, she may even attempt to touch one before speaking. ]

Back so soon?

[ soon would have been never. She knew Saya. She only ever came with a sword fully drawn. Never this. Not before. ]

[With his wings sensitive as they are, Setsuna jolts a little at the touch, pulling the one stretched out back behind him. Once he realizes it's Diva speaking, though, he calms. Arm still around Saya, he watches her, but with less concern than he gave Karl. Obviously, it's Saya she's talking to, so he waits for her to speak.]

[Saya isn't delighted about being dragged from sleep a second time, especially to explain herself yet again.]

I thought you wanted me here. [Petulant irritation as she squirms closer to Setsuna. Go away, Diva.]

[ Diva creeps a little closer, eying those feathers with a contemplative look. Honestly, she just wants to know if they'd bleed if she pulled. The birds back then sang so pitifully as she plucked them one by one by one...

her glance slide to Saya's as she sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in. ]

Ah, but you'd much rather be out there, right, Saya dear? [ after all, why sneak out at all if she didn't want that, if she hadn't been afraid... She laughed silently then, her lips quirking up. How like Saya. Always, forever running away.

Perhaps, this time, things will change. ]

[They would bleed if feathers were pulled, and Setsuna would make some very unhappy noises, but he might also lash out at Diva. And despite knowing it was a bad move to interrupt twins, Setsuna still speaks up.]

She still came back, so there's hope for you. [All the while he kept an arm around Saya, practically covering her.]

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