Give In To Me | frenchskylark
The kiss had caught Knuckle completely off guard. His heart went into overdrive as heat rose to his cheeks, ears and neck. ‘Jaysus! He just gave me a goozer outta no’ere!’ He thought to himself and hurried them out the door. He wasn’t going to be able to keep up the façade whatsoever now that he was this flustered. “Cassock. Notta sock.” He corrects, using it as a form of distraction.
As they walked out, he felt the smaller male’s hand clutching tighter around his arm. It didn’t really hurt under all his muscle, but it didn’t feel good either. He glanced over to the blonde and knew in that instant that he was dead serious. “Alaude, I don’ lose the head anymore. I’m not the hardchaw I once was. I took a vow, I have to repent for what I’ve done. I’ve not had a go at anyone in ages.” He admits freely, not ashamed of that.
Everyone knew why he’d taking up priesthood. The Vongola was there when he was so mentally destroyed by taking that man’s life. It wasn’t oath he could easily break. He had to be punished for what he’d done. Even if it was an accidental death during one of his bare knuckle boxing matches. He could never let himself fight again.
“Whatever.” Cassock, sock, same thing to him. Alaude had never been the religious type, he believed people had to create their own destiny and make their own choices, not rely on someone high above that might or might not exist. It was this belief in himself that got him this far in life, not the reliance on some other being.
He looked up at Knuckle with a deep frown, since he had been an assassin before hejoined the French secret intelligence he couldn’t quite understand the big deal of taking a life. They all had to die sooner or later, be it a lowlife scumbag or the most brilliant man alive. Then again, he had ended so many lives that he couldn’t recall what he felt when he took his first, perhaps that was the biggest difference between them.
“It’s not like you can kill me, even if you go full force in combat. I’m not that weak.” Alaude muttered quietly and noticed the people they were tailing had disappeared around a corner. Years of experience in field work alarmed his senses and his hand reached to the gun attached to a holster around his thigh. “Shh.” He pressed himself against the wall right before the corner and peeked carefully. They had increased in number and brought out the firearms, a bullet grazed his cheek as he quickly dodged back to shield himself behind that wall again. “Looks like you got no choice but to fight, father.”