POETRY OF THE DEED

[NARCISO JAXON CARTER]

So enough with words and technical theses,
Let’s grab life by the throat and live it to pieces.

Narciso blinked slowly as he held up one angel by the neck, the man's eyes almost pleading with the Pride sin to let him go. Why were the so called 'good angels' sending such... weak... creatures into a battle? It wasn't even as if they had been caught by surprise as Ciso had risked his own neck to give the warning to Blythe of something big that was going to go down at midnight of that night. Why had he done it? Shit, even Ciso himself wasn't sure. Perhaps it had been something in the back of his mind that told him that James, once again, was going a step too far. Course, Narciso hadn't been able to go into too much detail to his arch virtue considering James knew everything he was doing... even most things of what he was thinking if he actually chose to know. Still, on the other hand, perhaps it was more something to do with payback. Narciso had never forgiven his old best friend for blood tying the two of them together against Ciso's will. Worst of all, he'd tied Luxuria in similar fashion, but instead forcing Narciso into helping that whole situation. He was sure she still hadn't fully forgiven him, but who could blame her? This wasn't a good life anymore. James seemed intent on doing everything within his power to destroy the Earth.

Ciso rolled his piercing eyes at the angel that he had in his grasp. "You should not be at this fight, child. I suggest you leave." He would let him live, and instead flung the angel far off to the side, hopefully giving the angel a sign that he should leave. Looking across the area, Narciso watched a couple of rebel angels fight with the devoted one's... the phrase 'ruthless' coming to mind. Glancing forward slowly, Ciso lifted his eyebrows slightly as one 'good' angel stood in front of him, the fear clearly pulsing through his body as his dagger waved unsteadily toward the Sin. This was pathetic. What were the angels trying to do? "And what are you gonna do with that?" He said amusedly, taking a slow step forward purely to see the man's reaction. It didn't disappoint. The grin bloomed on his face somewhat as the shaking increased. Good... that meant Narciso had a reputation that preceeded him. It stroked his already inflated ego already and something tweaked in the Sin that he couldn't hurt someone that had flattered him so much. Well, maybe he could just a little. Stepping forward again, Narciso blinked and suddenly his eyes were the famous jet black and a smirk blossomed on his face again at the muffled cry from the man.

Feeling the man's pride emotion being fairly low as Ciso looked down at him, he was confident that the rest of the battlefield was far too busy and therefore were letting him have some fun. A small pang of pain hit him and Narciso sighed, letting his eyes fall down to look at the dagger sticking through the left of his stomach. "Really? I liked this shirt." Frowning mockingly and shaking his head, Ciso wrapped his hand around the handle and pulled slowly, the wound closing behind it. The joys of being a powerful angel. Dropping the dagger onto the floor, he looked up with his still jet black eyes and went to grab the Angel when something caught his eye over the man's shoulder. Blythe was staring. So, she had turned up. "Excuse me for one moment." Ciso didn't waste one minute. Zapping in front of her, he barely let out the "You really should pay attention to what's around you." before touching her and teleporting them both off elsewhere... somewhere empty and quiet like a field out of the city. Blinking, Ciso's eyes returned to their usual colour, the danger of a threat evaporating away. "You were about to be Angel dust." Pushing her away slightly, Ciso turned and walked a couple of meters, prepared to return to the carnage when her voice sounded out. "Can we talk?

Narciso stopped and took a step back in her direction, glancing at her up and down as if almost battling with inner thoughts. He knew it was his duty and his job to go back to the battle, but Blythe used to be one of his closest friends. She was present in the few pleasant memories he had as an Angel off Earth though, but making up his mind, Narciso squared his shoulders and let out "I think I have more pressing matters than to simply talk." When news of his disappearing act got its way to James, and it certainly would, he would already be in enough trouble... just the thought of that struck against his ego in all the wrong ways. This was why he shouldn't have been bound to anyone. Narciso was his own person and he closed his eyes in preparation to teleport back to his charge. Hearing the virtue speak again and a hand close around his arm, Ciso stopped himself, his eyes opening and looking to Blythe who was now far closer. "Speak. I don't have time to throw it away listening to you breathe." The hurt was there, yet obviously not in full force as he was so famous of doing... maybe he did still have a soft point for the virtue after all.

Tag:Sammie/Blythe ~ Words: 932! ~ Notes: Your fault, remember.