Is There Somewhere || A/B/O || Open To Everyone || NSFW

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A smile graced Ace's lips for a moment at the reaction he got from Calix, pleased with himself. There were times, like now, that Ace liked to push limits and buttons, wanting to see what kinds of reactions he could get from other people. He may not have the passion and love for His other creatures like his previous Master had, but he did find them interesting in their own way. Perhaps it was his sick interest in watching them squirm and grow uncomfortable that had him tossed from his perch and left a Fallen, but he wouldn't deny the fact that they were able to draw from him a pleasure, an indulgence if you will. Perhaps he was more like them than he gave himself credit at times, but he'd never admit it. At least not aloud.

Ace knew exactly what Calix was doing and what the librarian had gotten himself into, and maybe that was what always had drawn Ace to the librarian from the start; how opposite they were. He'd paid attention, even when everyone else thought he cared for nothing other than himself, he was excellent at watching and making sure no one noticed either. So he knew that Calix was the type of person to bend himself over backwards in an attempt to help anyone he thought needed his help; students and faculty alike. Ace was convinced it would be his downfall. His feathers tensed at the though, and he cast a gaze towards them offhandedly, a little disturbed that no matter how well his emotions were controlled on his face his wings would give away his internal feelings every time. The wings behind him started off a pure white at the base, where they came into contact with his shoulders, and down the middle to the joint, but after that the feathers started growing darker. Like a stain. It seemed the longer he was on Earth the darker they became, and he regrettably missed the pure white they had been before and how they blended so easily into the clouds as he crashed through them during his flights.

The chuckle fell from Ace's mouth before he could stop himself, capturing the finger that had been tracing words on his palm within his hand as he forced his gaze on the librarian. "Quoting scripture to a Fallen?" he asked, the teasing tone never leaving his voice. "Is that supposed to be some sort of joke?" He released the finger after a moment, watching Calix before turning to gaze at his palm as if the words had been burned into it. "Nolite dare sanctum canibus, neque mittatis margaritas vestras ante porcos, ne forte conculcent eas pedibus suis, et conversi dirumpant vos." That dark gaze of his returned to the man before him, the corners of his lips raised ever so slightly in a grin. "Be careful not to be trampled and torn to pieces, then," he added, the wings behind him fluffing once more before disappearing. "The students think of themselves and themselves only, they won't hesitate to throw you to the mud and stomp all over that porcelain skin of yours. It'd be such a shame."

Leaving it at that, the coy smile never left his lips as he once again picked up the papers he had set by his feet, letting his gaze run across the student's words though he wasn't really reading them. His keen senses were all honed in on the other man in the room, waiting for his reaction towards the harsh truths that always tended to fall from the Fallen's mouth. If there was anyone who'd give someone the brutally honest truth, it was Amadeus Smith, or better known as Ace. He'd given out the nickname himself, mainly because it was his favorite card in the deck, and because his true name had meaning behind it he wasn't completely comfortable with. It may have been over a thousand years since he'd fallen but the subject was always a sensitive one to a creature like himself, of which had been on an almost literal pedestal for the majority of his created life.