<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Eril</span><br/>Image removed at artist's request.</div><br/>Eril had been starved for any sort of positive connection since the groups had split. No one came up to him and talked anymore, no one complimented him, hardly anyone<em>touched</em>him. He still mentally flinched away at the sudden mental connection between himself and Dante, anxiety causing his heart to race as unsettling whispers slithered in his ears. When Dante twisted the knife of his guilt and loneliness, there was a clear flicker of guilt and pain on Eril's face as he broke away from staring into Dante's eyes.<br/><br/>But then Dante spoke again, dangling the possibility of being absolved, of mending things, at least in some slight way and Eril looked back up at him. Eril did not know if there was ever going to be something that would fix things between him and the group. Eril's heart pounded as Dante drew in closer, the soft stroke of his neck both soothing and distracting. Dante's lips touched Eril's ear as his soft voice made its request.<em>'Find a way in and create a distraction. Can you do that, myshka?'</em><br/><br/>Eril felt blood rushing to his face, and as beautiful as his pale skin might be, it was terrible at disguising a blush, turning pink at the slightest of provocation. "Yes," Eril said hastily, hope inspired in his chest despite himself, "Yes I can do it..." Of course he could do it, no wall could keep him out... He didn't pull away, waiting for Dante to instead, but after a few seconds some concerns began bubbling up.<br/><br/>"When... how will I know when you want the distraction?" he asked.