_{———He couldn’t say it was the first time he’d been given the pitching role.
Girlfriends and a select few men had asked much from the man and his ability to dominate, something he resented in himself when he’d been denied any returns. Still, he highly doubted LeereNichts could fit inside of him, the massive member more than a little daunting to even a more experienced slut like Elliot.}

Tightening the harness around his hips, the man began to secure a condom over his silicone cock. It was an extra measure at the very least, keeping his toys clean and safe from wear. He wondered if this would be a bit of false advertising for the alien, seeing as he wasn’t exactly the majority when it came to human genitalia. The man was sure he would figure it out eventually.

He leaned forward, slicking the other’s hole with a finger full of lube. As big as the alien was compared to the human, his position garnered easy access for his ‘prosthetic’, so long as Elliot kept his head pressed to the bed.

❝ You’re such a tease. ❞
He growled, pushing in with a grin to his face.

_{@minugahanax cont}

“You’re a clever one. But not so clever as to heed my warning, I see.”

_{———❝ Clearer words could be said about my fuck up. ❞
What mattered was the effect it seemed to have, being thrown into the pit. Emerald eyes moved over his palms, the skin there turning grey from wear and age. For the first time in a century, the man could see himself growing old. Strange, how little it scared him. His demon, either dead or out of range, could not feed him his cut of the deal. How long had he been gone?}

❝ Please, tell me you know a thing or two about my anti-aging regimen. ❞

_{———❝ My, my, Whittaker, you haven’t aged a day. ❞
It was a silly joke between the two of them, Elliot opening the door to his apartment and giving the other a cordial hug before he entered. Such was their friendship, distant and close all at once.}

He hadn’t kept track of the years, always travelling and keeping himself busy. Being what they were, it seemed natural to keep to themselves when necessary.

❝ I’d ask what brings you to my neck of the woods, but the more interesting question is how you got here? ❞
He would have had to correctly time the flight, considering how he looked during the night.

_@ivtus

TEARMARKS.

“that joke is far over done. it is part of my face just like yours.”

_{———❝ Oh, then my deepest condolences. ❞}

STRANGE GIRL.

‘ ^{_{Might as well be damned from the blood alone…}} ^{_{Since you can}} ^{_{see them too, right?}} ^{_{The, uh——}} ^{_{ghosts? …}} ’ ^{_{Her glare wearies as she spoke.}}

^{_{Carmines ignoring her hands to}_{instead side eye the other passengers around her.}} ^{_{As if expectant to see one,

ᴀ ꜱᴩɪʀɪᴛ.}}

^{_{A sense of nervousness floods her, almost regret.}_{Inwardly wondering if}} ^{_{it’s only her who could see them.}} ^{_{She looks away,}} ^{_{returning her gaze to the man}} ^{_{beside her.}} ‘ ^{_{Never mind… Dumb question… But demons, useful how?}} ’

_{———So that was what had triggered the sensation.
Despite his ability to see with truer eyes, the man hadn’t noticed the spirits at first. His perception of the arcane and occult often began with a stiff pain in the back of his neck, followed by a burning sensation. The scar left there always seemed to react in situations like this.}

❝ You’re a strange girl indeed. ❞
He smiled, scooting a bit to the side as to let her sit down. The train was crowded from early morning commuters, but the man always seemed to find a place for him to rest.

❝ Many demons are malignant beings of a selfish nature…
but what if I were to tell you, not every demon is as parasitic as you think? ❞

???

❛ I DON’T RECALL EVER ASKING FOR YOUR ADVICE. _{^{i’m doing this for myself and ONLY myself.}}❜

_{———❝ There’s no harm if you weren’t. No one is going to look at you differently if you were doing this for the sake of another. ❞}

HONEST.

_{there is a tiny LUMP that begins to form in his throat after hearing such words tumble from company’s mouth – they managed to turn cheeks of porcelain to wine within only seconds. it’s a dark color that spreads even toward pierced ears , SPANNING o’er bridge of his nose much like the horizon itself. he was easily embarrassed though , this was nothing new. after a moment ? lashes flutter && head turns AWAY. suddenly the glass holding his beverage was far more interesting. “ i’m only being honest. ”}

_{———❝ Honesty is a good trait to have. ❞
The flush to the other’s face was clear as day, a smile soon finding its way upon his lips. Elliot finished his drink, eyes loose with the late night buzz of alcohol and exhaustion. The bar had become empty with the passing hours, the two night owls still remaining as the sound of a broom hitting floor rang in Elliot’s ears.}

❝ Now, forgive me if this sounds like a line, but do you come here often? ❞

_{———❝ Now, I’m not one to judge, but your style of makeup could really use a hand. ❞}

_@chasmheld

BENI.

_{nothing more than a small NOD of the head is offered at first , fingers gently tapped together to rid flesh of ash && a subtle burning sensation. “ . . then why don’t you ? ” he’s never smoked before so he cannot understand the addiction nor relief one may feel after smoking BUT he at least knows better than to put one down for their vices.}

_{———❝ I’ve no sense of consequences from the instant gratification. ❞
He’d never talked about his job to the other, for better or worse. The stress and adrenaline that came from his profession often kept the man at constant alert. He’d done his fair share of drugs and pharmaceuticals over the years, their effects as numbing as they were short lived. He’d sobered up, but his one vice remained.}

❝ It’s not like it will kill me, you know? ❞

WITNESS.

i. — ( @faustium / sc ) .

call her ‘ thrill seeker‘ or ‘ stupid ‘ or whatever , but mau was very FOND of getting up close to the action !! after all , nothing she’d ever encountered posed a real danger to her , and people that died before she came around didn’t make her bawl her eyes out like the child her appearance SUGGESTED .

so … no biggie ?

but now she was having a staring contest with a dead guy with bullet-brain— upside down , of course— and a voice was coming from behind her . she didn’t ask if they did it ; the smell of death permeated , but she DID turn her head and boldly state the following ;

“ does this face look like it needs help ? “

_{———❝ Depends, are you referring to him or yourself? ❞
It was a cool remark for a man who’d put the bullet in his brain to begin with.}

The girl had come at an inopportune time, Elliot just about to clean the scene of all traces of a struggle when he was sorely interrupted. Her demeanor, along with the silent sensation of fire at his neck, told him she was not exactly what she seemed. A demon?

❝ If you’re referring to him, I’m afraid I did all I could to save him. ❞
The sarcasm was not lost in his tone. Unscrewing the silencer from the muzzle of his weapon, the man slid each into their respectful places on his person.

❝ Do you mind telling me how it is you got here? ❞