"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?”
"Of course." He says, downing the new tankard immediately.
"I got it from my dad." She says, smiling as she spins him.
"Jesus.... So, you're telling me you cant give it back because its a part of you, but... if it was able to bind to you, surely someone can unbind it.."
He finishes his own, before standing up and walking outside, cracking his shoulders.
He raises his eyebrows “T-the demon guy? He looks like he’d be good at dancing, but you’re really good.” He keeps pace.
He takes a moment of silence before saying “That’s the issue, if they do, I super die. Please don’t me disappoint in me, I love you more than anything I ever could. I’ll figure a way out of this, I may be an idiot, but I was a clever pirate.”
"E-excuse me, Sir? Are you alright?" A frightened Lutragon asks as he steps away from his cart of trinkets, closer to the man.
He opens his eyes halfway, the irises an oceanic blue. "Oh, yes." He speaks with a gentle Irish accent. "I was just thinking about dinner. I have so many options now, it's almost overwhelming."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Well done, I don’t know if any of my guys would be well here in retrospect, what do you think?*
*Thank you! I'm not sure. Maybe Rag, since you know him well enough to write quickly for him, and the guys have similar levels of "I killed like a million things and now I'm kinda chill." But Leper or even some other OC would be much appreciated.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Time to cause absolute chaos with the unstable Fey Queen.*
Yuri stands over the body of a small family, blood on her hands. She is bristled, her claws sharper than knives and dripping with crimson life essence. A husband of the wife and children sons as he holds his wife's body. She is coldly staring down at them, licking the blood from her hands. With one swift motion, her nails slice open the man's neck, silencing him. She picks up the bodies, draining each. She feels nothing but hunger right now, not in the right mind.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Well done, I don’t know if any of my guys would be well here in retrospect, what do you think?*
*Thank you! I'm not sure. Maybe Rag, since you know him well enough to write quickly for him, and the guys have similar levels of "I killed like a million things and now I'm kinda chill." But Leper or even some other OC would be much appreciated.*
*I honestly am feeling some chill Rag vibes right about now, so I’m down for that, and you kinda summarize a large part of his backstory with that. Thank you.*
They hear the sound of heavy steps, and dragging. If they open their eyes, they see the giant monster of a man, or even a dragon that is Ragnerious, carrying trees on both shoulders as well as dragging as many as he could get on his back for a workout.
He opens his eyes halfway, the irises an oceanic blue. "Oh, yes." He speaks with a gentle Irish accent. "I was just thinking about dinner. I have so many options now, it's almost overwhelming."
"oh, that's true. there are many places to eat here, and all of them serve so many good dishes!" He says, smiling. "Anyway, where are you from? Your accent is interesting."
He smiles back, feeling the breeze on his dirt-caked skin. "Ah, Greyland. Known for magic, technology, spices, famine, plague, war, and monsters. At least, my lineage comes from there. I was raised not too far from here. Just across the pond on some Tuesdays."
*I honestly am feeling some chill Rag vibes right about now, so I’m down for that, and you kinda summarize a large part of his backstory with that. Thank you.*
They hear the sound of heavy steps, and dragging. If they open their eyes, they see the giant monster of a man, or even a dragon that is Ragnerious, carrying trees on both shoulders as well as dragging as many as he could get on his back for a workout.
The oni opens his eyes slightly. "Hey there, lad. What you be needing all that wood for, eh?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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We worship such terrible things...
A filthy, red-skinned oni in shredded grey clothing shambles toward the inn.
What do we do when they answer?
Upon closer inspection, his clothes are black and white striped, but are so dirty and faded that it hardly matters anymore.
Who do we call on when our God is the one who hurts us?
His long, white hair is damp, as is his face, as if he had tried to clean them recently and failed.
We call the demons for protection.
His expression is calm, with a barely visible yet dignified smile.
Fear and faith. Light and darkness. They strengthen as they destroy, feeding off their own conflict.
He sits down beside the road and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath of the sunset.
But we still fear the demons. And once their purpose has been fulfilled...
...
...
... we send them to hell.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He finishes his own, before standing up and walking outside, cracking his shoulders.
He raises his eyebrows “T-the demon guy? He looks like he’d be good at dancing, but you’re really good.” He keeps pace.
He takes a moment of silence before saying “That’s the issue, if they do, I super die. Please don’t me disappoint in me, I love you more than anything I ever could. I’ll figure a way out of this, I may be an idiot, but I was a clever pirate.”
*Gasp! How dare you! I’m only a kinda sexy guy!*
*Well done, I don’t know if any of my guys would be well here in retrospect, what do you think?*
He opens his eyes halfway, the irises an oceanic blue. "Oh, yes." He speaks with a gentle Irish accent. "I was just thinking about dinner. I have so many options now, it's almost overwhelming."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh the curtains, glass on counters, and rodents won’t stand a chance.*
*Thank you! I'm not sure. Maybe Rag, since you know him well enough to write quickly for him, and the guys have similar levels of "I killed like a million things and now I'm kinda chill." But Leper or even some other OC would be much appreciated.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*To specify, I have about 15 minutes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Time to cause absolute chaos with the unstable Fey Queen.*
Yuri stands over the body of a small family, blood on her hands. She is bristled, her claws sharper than knives and dripping with crimson life essence. A husband of the wife and children sons as he holds his wife's body. She is coldly staring down at them, licking the blood from her hands. With one swift motion, her nails slice open the man's neck, silencing him. She picks up the bodies, draining each. She feels nothing but hunger right now, not in the right mind.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I honestly am feeling some chill Rag vibes right about now, so I’m down for that, and you kinda summarize a large part of his backstory with that. Thank you.*
They hear the sound of heavy steps, and dragging. If they open their eyes, they see the giant monster of a man, or even a dragon that is Ragnerious, carrying trees on both shoulders as well as dragging as many as he could get on his back for a workout.
He smiles back, feeling the breeze on his dirt-caked skin. "Ah, Greyland. Known for magic, technology, spices, famine, plague, war, and monsters. At least, my lineage comes from there. I was raised not too far from here. Just across the pond on some Tuesdays."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The oni opens his eyes slightly. "Hey there, lad. What you be needing all that wood for, eh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.