"Shame.." he says, flushing while running a paw through their hair.
"God, you big idiot.." She says, dashing to him and clinging to him, the flames extinguishing upon contact with him.
He smirks softly, looking in their eyes “That tint of red looks good on you.” He finishes the pie.
He looks surprised by the hug, slowly hugging her back, tightly, putting his head to her shoulder, soaking in his tears “T-thank you.”
"These look good on you" he says, tapping one of their horns with a claw.
"Don't mention it..." She sighs, kissing his head. "I think.... yeah, I know so.... I love you..."
The horns are warm to the touch, but different from Damian’s, his were more like a crown, Don’s are more traditional “You flatter me.” He smiles softly, ordering them another round.
He silently sobs at those words “I… I love you too.” He looks to them, looking into their eyes with his own, wiping away the tears.
"I try." He says, kissing their cheek. *unexpected Domino milf arc* "You're so weird... Powerful but weak... like a puppy~" She says, nuzzling his nose.
*How did this end up happening. Not a second Damian.*
He smiles wider, returning the kiss, before downing another beer.
He hold her as tightly as he can, which isn’t very strong at this weak emotional state, letting her nuzzle him.
Saphuno feels a telepathic connection established, and hears Damian’s voice, slightly nervous “Hey babe, woman I love, light of my every day, how are you doing?” He’s obviously trying to soften the blow with flattery.
*Stop being so weak towards the rabbits!*
"Well, it's late, and I cant exactly have guests in the tent...."
She nuzzles him for quite a bit, slowly walking him and her out of Aspen
"You're stuck in Hell, aren't you?" She thinks softly, and he can practically feel the icy daggers of the look of dissapointment.
*I don’t know what I’m supposed to do! I’m just charming!*
He chuckles, “Ha, don’t worry about it, I can always see you tomorrow, whether you live or die. Perks of working for Hell huh?”
He holds her hand, staying close to them, his warhammer floating onto his back.
He chuckles slightly, more nervous, she can sense his shivering “Well not exactly, closer to on trail in Heaven. You know how I occasionally die, apparently I have a god soul in me, and they want it back.”
"Shame.." he says, flushing while running a paw through their hair.
"God, you big idiot.." She says, dashing to him and clinging to him, the flames extinguishing upon contact with him.
He smirks softly, looking in their eyes “That tint of red looks good on you.” He finishes the pie.
He looks surprised by the hug, slowly hugging her back, tightly, putting his head to her shoulder, soaking in his tears “T-thank you.”
"These look good on you" he says, tapping one of their horns with a claw.
"Don't mention it..." She sighs, kissing his head. "I think.... yeah, I know so.... I love you..."
The horns are warm to the touch, but different from Damian’s, his were more like a crown, Don’s are more traditional “You flatter me.” He smiles softly, ordering them another round.
He silently sobs at those words “I… I love you too.” He looks to them, looking into their eyes with his own, wiping away the tears.
"I try." He says, kissing their cheek. *unexpected Domino milf arc* "You're so weird... Powerful but weak... like a puppy~" She says, nuzzling his nose.
*How did this end up happening. Not a second Damian.*
He smiles wider, returning the kiss, before downing another beer.
He hold her as tightly as he can, which isn’t very strong at this weak emotional state, letting her nuzzle him.
Saphuno feels a telepathic connection established, and hears Damian’s voice, slightly nervous “Hey babe, woman I love, light of my every day, how are you doing?” He’s obviously trying to soften the blow with flattery.
*Stop being so weak towards the rabbits!*
"Well, it's late, and I cant exactly have guests in the tent...."
She nuzzles him for quite a bit, slowly walking him and her out of Aspen
"You're stuck in Hell, aren't you?" She thinks softly, and he can practically feel the icy daggers of the look of dissapointment.
*I don’t know what I’m supposed to do! I’m just charming!*
He chuckles, “Ha, don’t worry about it, I can always see you tomorrow, whether you live or die. Perks of working for Hell huh?”
He holds her hand, staying close to them, his warhammer floating onto his back.
He chuckles slightly, more nervous, she can sense his shivering “Well not exactly, closer to on trail in Heaven. You know how I occasionally die, apparently I have a god soul in me, and they want it back.”
"I was thinking.. maybe we spend the night together?... nothing weird, just.. sleeping"
She dips him, snickering as she leads him into a tango.
"I swear to God... Okay, so, give it back.... Simple, right?"
He raises an eyebrow “Oh you’re bold. I like it, a few more drinks then we go?” He orders one last round.
He follows her lead, dancing in the snow, his steps are refined, like he’s done it hundreds of times before, “Y-you’re an amazing dancer.”
He chuckles again, fading slowly “Well, when it’s my soul too, I can’t really, you know?”
*My computer gave up on me and Salem!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Salem is kinda here, sorta, mostly not, but maybe.*
*Cool. I'll be trying to make an intro that makes sense.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*and my a*s is flat, that's also cap*
*Squats pay off my friend. Anyway, you are wrong, I’m right.*
*Sometimes making sense isn’t necessary, metaphors that don’t make sense but do are the best.*
*I don’t know what I’m supposed to do! I’m just charming!*
He chuckles, “Ha, don’t worry about it, I can always see you tomorrow, whether you live or die. Perks of working for Hell huh?”
He holds her hand, staying close to them, his warhammer floating onto his back.
He chuckles slightly, more nervous, she can sense his shivering “Well not exactly, closer to on trail in Heaven. You know how I occasionally die, apparently I have a god soul in me, and they want it back.”
*Omnipotent. (Resurrects with flick of wrist) You can’t keep dying, it’s cringe.*
He raises an eyebrow “Oh you’re bold. I like it, a few more drinks then we go?” He orders one last round.
He follows her lead, dancing in the snow, his steps are refined, like he’s done it hundreds of times before, “Y-you’re an amazing dancer.”
He chuckles again, fading slowly “Well, when it’s my soul too, I can’t really, you know?”
*Man... I wish I was a cat. Their lives are so chill.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*… Touché. I can’t even argue with that one.*
*Yeah, and they get away with everything.*
*I would also like to be a cat, it’s just a vibe, yeah cats are evil, but if I was a cat I’d be evil too.*