the statement caused mau to formally lift her head— eyes white like ivory— and literally RISE to the occasion . all that crouching was hurting her knees , anyways .
… god , that was such a GRANNY thing to think .
“ alright , sure . but you’re not taking me anywhere weird , are you , mister ? because i’ll bite you ! seriously , seriously bite you . i’ve got REAL sharp canines and a taste for blood . “ she let that sink in for a moment , then woefully admitted , “ … half of that was a lie . blood’s gross and stains my teeth . yuck . “
———❝ WE’LL CROSS THAT BRIDGE WHEN WE GET TO IT. i just worry about how you think you’re getting down. ❞ beginning to move from one branch to another, the man held out his hand to the young woman.
he knew she had no reason to trust him, a strange man who’d most definitely killed another all the way up here. still, he had no reason to harm her, not when he had the faintest idea of what she was. sliding closer, he offered his hand once more.
“ Are you SURE you wanna do this kid ? There’s NO BACKING OUT once you’re in ! We’re talkin’ TOTAL TERROR here, though you do get some pretty sweet powers. ”
———❝ I CANNOT SAY I’VE NEVER BEEN CALLED KID BEFORE. but it lessens with each passing year. ❞ the man smiled, suddenly taken aback with how he’d been plucked from the audience.
❝ i’ll take the risk ; it’s not like i haven’t done it before for similar reasons. ❞
“ hey , give me a light ? ” without giving even a second to let them answer , the demon leans in. end of his cigarette gently BUMPING with theirs – few inhales later && his was now lit too. he offers a rather coy smile soon there after but he doesn’t pull away immediately. he lingers, STARING at them with half – lidded honey eyes. perhaps he was thanking them. // @faustium♥
———IT’S A BALLSY INTRODUCTION FOR A FIRE THAT WOULD NOT EXTINGUISH. below the atlas, a sharp flare spread down his back. like flame to a drought-ridden prairie, the other’s close proximity had become an uncontrollable beacon of indicated infernality. he smiled. in a fraction of a second, the end of the stranger’s cigarette sparked like a active fuse, burning up to his fingers before coming to a halt.
❝ i wouldn’t smoke that brand — here. ❞ he pulled one from his pack of dunhills, something more luxurious to the palate.
whittaker eagerly accepted the cup and held it tightly between his frozen palms. eating and drinking proved to be a mess if he wasn’t careful ( a skeleton didn’t exactly retain anything put into it ), but he knew better than to be impolite or reject any of his hospitality. he briefly rested his cup on the table as he wiggled his gloves off his hands.
❛ work, but also you, ❜ he answered truthfully. ❛ i was asked to do some research for an exhibit being planned, so i figured i would hit two birds with one stone and see if you had come back. ❜ the research was nice to immerse himself in, but it was good for him to step away from libraries and archives for at least one evening.
❛ but you’re the one who went on the adventure, not me. how was it ? ❜
———❝ OH, I HATE TO TALK ABOUT WORK. it makes me feel like i ought to be paid more. ❞ a smile, followed by a scratch at the temple. the man had told the other of his upcoming travels to beijing and seoul, how he’d booked the flight first-class, how he brushed up on the languages daily. it was hell getting over the jetlag, and worse doing it while he’d politely accepted drink after drink from coworkers and clients.
he hadn’t said a word about the kill.
most business trips for the firm did not involve blood. needless to say, it was not planned, a mere reactionary incident involving the right place at the wrongtime. his curse meant getting his hands dirty ; it was survival.
❝ truthfully, i wish i could tell you more — it’s all a blur. ❞
“Then you should have done what you did in private.”
The woman perched on top of a nearby trash can bit her lip, frowning at the scene presented to her. Not even two weeks ago Belphegor had struck a deal with the man bleeding out his life on the floor right now. Not nearly enough time for the poor fella to enjoy the benefits it had gained him. He would have gotten nominated for the nobel price for sure.
Alas, it seemed that the world would need to make do without the groundbreaking knowledge the demon had provided him with for a little longer. Not that Belphegor cared – the guy had been a true asshole as that – but the overall nature of work and the effort it required bid him to act at least a little disgruntled at his client’s premature demise anyway. Especially because it meant he had taken the trip to the surface for nothing at all.
“Why are you wearing a mask?”
———IT WAS AN INCONSEQUENTIAL KILL FOR A MAN WHO HELD HIS PIECE OF THE WORLD IN RANSOM. elliot considered running, no need to complicate it further in the event she’d already phoned the police. as it was, his own curiosity got the better of him.
❝ didn’t you learn helmet safety in ground school? ❞ a smile behind the mask as the man approached. at the back of his neck, a piercing burn erupted from proximity, the telling sign of occult influence. the corpse had given him the same sensation, a hint of the nature of his soul. he’d mistaken him for something wicked, when in fact, he was only holding onto a sliver of the power.
‘ i am TIRED – so what do you need ? ‘ / @faustium
———❝ IT WAS NOT MY INTENTION TO BOTHER SOMEONE AS IMPORTANT AS YOU. i only meant to speak somewhere comfortable. ❞ his german held a small hint of north and south, tones which showed he’d probably spent quite some time in each part of the country. he placed a napkin over his lap, casting a look at the woman before him.
❝ the vegetarian options are delicious here. i hope you’ll humor me long enough to try them? ❞
———A QUIRK OF THE LIPS. he knew better than to hasten a quip and reply. slowing his pulse, he gathered himself for every instance this ended in blood. ❝ i cannot help it ; you’re just so goddamn beautiful. ❞
She (he?) was at least thankful that their hair remained it’s usual length after this little… hiccup. Surprisingly, Victoria was rather unshaken by this sudden change, was this not unlike when she’d used to change her appearance and clothing to sneak aboard military ships or into infantry regiments back in the day during war-time? Only, this time the package between their legs was…well, real. And the height was much, much better, standing at a decent 5′8.″ If only that part could last.
Her… his… Zher attention was broken at the feeling of a magical energy nearing where they were adjusting their clothing to fit zher new body. A dark energy, tied to demonic origins certainly. Malicious? Zhe couldn’t be too sure. Naturally zhe had to investigate this matter, new body or not. To give the person a chance to put their guards up, zhe let her own magical signature flare as a warning before walking around a corner.
“Lost wee warlock? Can’t possibly fathom what brings you to these parts.” Shite, even zher voice was significantly changed, from her lilted mezzo to an almost delightful light baritone.
———GAZE RESTED ON THE FORM OF ANOTHER MAN. he wasn’t exactly used to the bombardment here. he had to register a moment, the word he’d used — warlock— that seemed undeniably close to home. accented english came and went, the man’s own much less harsh voice lifting over the irishman.
❝ how did you know i was… ❞ the thought drawled in tandem with his own more continuous pulse. something about this person seemed off, indicated by his intuitive senses alone. there came no fire at the back of his neck, a sign of occult and arcane origin. instead, he felt numb.
❝ who the hell are you? ❞ a danger. he knew better than to raise his voice over a murmur, but it took no edge out of his tone.
she contemplated that question , MAY it be rhetorical or not , “ i mean … perhaps both? “ and with finality , swiped her palm over the dead man’s eyes ; shutting his lids once and for all without so much as smearing a drop of blood .
looks like she WON the staring contest !
“ … i mean it wasn’t ea—sy . i lost a shoe at some point and got like , eleven splinters in my foot thereafter , but the smell was too STRONG to just ignore , so i followed it all the way up here ! what a pain . the splinters , i mean . got any tweezers ? “
——— OFTEN THE INFERNAL DID NOT GARNER A SENSE OF HUMOR. little by little, he noted the gaps in his understanding of the situation. he’d done this job as instructed by his client, the woman wanting the body displayed from high above as if burnt in effigy. he knew better than to light the fucker on fire, too flashy, too noticeable.
still, it mattered little if his cover was blown so quickly, the girl both a witness and an anomaly.
❝ i can help you, but you’re going to need to come with me. ❞
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