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Dancing was fine- Hemlock did not necessarily like big crowds like this to dance in. He liked crowds to be screaming and trampling others around him. he liked them running away from things- he did not need them to be shoving their bodies against them. They were not a demon of lust, even if he could appreciate it from time to time. No, their primary need in life was chaos- and anything that helped him not to be bored. August was good for those two goals right now. So they danced.
“good, fear is good.” they answered. Finally some sense of self-preservation from the fairy. It had taken a while. Hemlock mused silently as they kept moving their body- they would need to dance some time alone in a room. Away from all these people. He could taste the horny energy on his tongue- he wanted fear and chaos. This did not satisfy him, it was nice, but it wasn’t the thing he longed for the most.
“Hmmm, who is saying you’re going home tonight?” they asked as the demon leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against the other’s lips and smirked, looking up at the arachna watching them. Oh, he had been right. The other’s staring had set off the spider’s hunting instincts. What a bother- he did not think the other would eat August (or maybe he would) but there was definitely another kind of unwanted attention going on. Hemlock sighed. He had gotten himself in a predicament.
For a moment they wondered if this was similar to Yeosang and Amos- how those two had oddly gotten together in a weird pair that Hemlock very pointedly did NOT want to know more about. He was about seventy percent sure the outcome would sour his appetite.
Back to August- who was a damsel in distress and dancing against him so prettily. “Do you often invite danger so easily?” they asked the fairy, half amused and half bored.
finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm
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His eyes were glowing in the dimly lit room- enjoying how the few beams of light accentuated the other’s muscles- how his bones moved under the so-easily broken skin. Hemlock chuckled at it- creatures were so fragile. Demons were truly the powerful ones, this was their world and others were allowed to live in it. He got off on the powertrip especially with the other behaving like such a perfect slut for the demon. Their need to overpower and show who was the boss rivaling his horniness.
They enjoyed it as the other came- beads of hot cum on his claws as he felt the man tighten around his cock- delicious tightness engulfed the demon as they dug their claws into the other’s chest, drawing blood as he pushed in deeper and smearing a mix of semen and blood all over the reaper. His hand first wrapped around the other’s neck but he had a different idea.
He came deep into the other and pressed Spencer into the blankets and mattress. Making him gasp for air- suffocating the other against the soft fabrics. Cockslut, huh. The demon chuckled as he emptied his load into the other and for a moment the room was silent- the air still and the only sound was the demon’s breathing before he let the other go and pulled out. Stepping back from the other as his eyes dimmed and his vines slithered back. The air was cold and the room smelled like sex. He inhaled and scrunched his nose before picking up the clothes he had discarded and put them on as he wiped his hands on the sheets.
The little succulent was picked up. “I think I can take this one home now, right?” he said casually- putting his hat back on.
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Perhaps avoiding the demon like the plague would have been better for the human- but now here they were and Hemlock was insistent on having a good time,. “Hmm, I bet it is. Getting off on that pope water real good, do you, church boy?” he teased back. Hands on hot skin, tongue tasting the slightly salty taste of human skin and sweat. He hummed against the other’s soft and warm body.
It had been a while since he had been with a human- it excited them in a way. “Sounds like you haven’t been with a lot of dangerous creatures.” they noted softly- probably in the wrong but seeing Katashi as an innocent one. Something to defile and to roughen up. A smooth pebble against the rough texture of his demonic soul.
A chuckle escaped at the kiss- the way the man’s fingers touched his skin and his pointed teeth sharp against the other’s tongue. They made sure not to bite down- to be gentle for now. Eyebrows raising slightly at the other’s way of speaking and handling. There was some fire in this one- unexpected but not unwanted and matching the attitude from before. With a chuckle the demon nodded his head obediently (for now) and bit the other’s side gently before unzipping the other and pulling him out, his thumb circling the tip of the other’s member as he looked up.
Hemlock knew they were blessed by a pretty face and nice full lips that begged the world to be used for things like this. He licked his lips before parting them and teased the tip, sucking on it slowly as their tongue slipped around the head. Making it nice and wet as he positioned his hands on the other’s thighs and moaning around the other’s member, teasing and wondering if Katashi would do more. If he would claim more of the demon- if he would dare.
Such a cute little human.
🍄 The perks of being a toxic mushroom | Kolock
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“hmm, I would love to touch your skin and be burned. However your conquests might feel differently about that.” their thoughts shot to a certain fresh-faced creature and a small smirk lined his lips at the idea of him being burned when they touched Amos.
What a treat to be complimented by the other and the flowers and mushrooms under hit hat trembled with excitement as he accepted the positive words and knew that Amos was not one for kindness- No, when the other demon gave you a compliment he meant it which was good. Hemlock did not need the compliment for their own self worth- knowing he was a skilled artist and the best at what they did but it still was nice especially coming from Amos.
“A gift!” Hemlock exclaimed in delight and nodded as they twirled in their place and then promised to come by soon- picking up the inks one last time to check before taking off their hat and putting the long blonde locks up in a messy ponytail. The plants seemed to like to be ‘free’ as they swayed in the air, they were part of the demon and yet they were also their own entities. A symbiotic relationship of sorts- Hemlock did not think of them as children or alike but like parts of hair. Things to be used and admired aesthetically but nothing more.
Placing the stencil he nodded at the placement and checked one more time with Amos before sitting down behind the other on a small chair as he put on his black gloves and turned on the magical machine. It was much like a human tattoo gun but powered by magic and he made sure that it was up to the other demon’s standards. Knowing better than to have mentioned numbing cream or a spell to ease the pain. “Boredom is death.” he said as he was working on the first part of the tattoo. “I could use a tome, to write all me secrets in. But I bet you put in a spell to see all the secrets people write, or not?” they asked. Teasing but also serious. He wouldn’t put it past Amos.
“We should go on a vacation together soon, you and I, to some demon world. Maybe just the Down- the Hellscape the academy has a link to. Don’t you miss eating human ribs and watching fairies dance?” they asked with a small smirk- the other would be able to hear it in his voice.
Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock
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His hat was a fashion statement, thank you very much. Hemlock grinned at the other demon as he looked so accusingly at them- the implication! That Hemlock was anything but good to the other and would ever do anything that wouldn’t please his beloved Amos. “yes, the runes.” Hemlock said as he looked at the ink and then back at Amos “You want that infused with anything? I can put some magical ingredients in there, make it glow or shiver in the cold. Something hot to the touch?” he wiggled their fingers excitedly- after all not many people and creatures liked special tattoo’s.
“But it is business, funny business.” The demon objected with a slight pout.
“Oh my love, I want you in every way possible and we have been working towards that goal.” they purred but then chuckled, showing off the black gums and pointed teeth. “but for this on your stomach on the chair- I put it in a slightly tilted sitting position.” they gestured at the chair and plucked on the other’s dress shirt. “And as much as I love a challenge I don’t want to tattoo through this. Now- here is the art I made upon your instructions.” he showed a paper to the other which was detailed and clean- While Hemlock joked around they were a very careful and diligent artist.
“I know you already OK’ed it before but I want you to be sure-sure and that it is the right size.” they said as the silly mood disappeared as he slipped into work-mode. “If it is okay I already have a stencil ready- but if not I can just make a new one with ease.”
They handed the paper to Amos and started fussing with the inks- making sure everything was right. “Are you just doing the tomes thing these days?” he asked as he worked “Doing well here in the magical villages?”
A small pause and then a nod to Amos’ previous comment. “I am busy, but I like to keep busy. Dull days are boring days and I simply refuse to be bored.”
Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock
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This was a good evening, the demon decided as he had his lips against the human’s skin. “What do you mean, try?” they asked as they loved the way the other smelled and felt under his hands. While he loved having rougher lovers he also adored it when they were soft and sweet- how Katashi seemed. The touches surprised them however- and the other seemed rougher than Hemlock had expected the man to be.
“Oh- you want me to take it slow?” Hemlock asked as he let the other kiss his neck- revealing the tattooed skin as they swirled his neck around to allow more space for the man. Slowly moving down again and finding the other’s lips- kissing him deeply as they walked them to the bed and then pausing at the question.
His eyes twinkling with amusement- Was someone asking them that? A demon? “I guess holy water is out,” they answered as they pushed the man to sit down on the bed and kneeled in front of the other, looking up. “How about you?” a weird question for the demon. Usually, they would fuck around and find out (and stop when someone said they did not want something- he was a monster but not a monster). Besides he didn’t get off on noncon- so maybe he was just selfish.
“No one ever asked me that before,” they mused as their hands massaged the other through their pants and pondered on the question for a moment. “I don’t like anything with piss or anything like that either-” they said and realised they had never thought about things they didn’t want to do- instead just did. Weird. Slowly they pushed up Koichi’s shirt and kissed their warm skin there, licking around their bellybutton and leaving a light coat of saliva.
🍄 The perks of being a toxic mushroom | Kolock
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He fucking adored fairies. They were delightful- devious in a good way but pure enough to tingle his fancy in the way all children of the light did. Oh, Hemlock was created to be a menace to society and they would do anything and everything to live up to that. They enjoyed the darkness and the chaos- tranquillity was wasted on them.
“Together?” Hemlock asked as they sipped from their drink and let their eyes wander over the crowd. It was a busy night and there was probably trouble in there but it was fun and if the other wanted to experience some danger Hemlock was here to give it to him- if he would get something out of it at least but somehow he didn’t think that would be hard with this particular fae. “Oh? Would you give me something too?” was the teasing question as he watched August drink their shot and chuckled at it. Focusing on the tongue and humming a bit.
Dancing. “Sometimes.” they answered truthfully as the hint was taken and he felt the eyes of the vampires and the arachna on them. Silly stupid fairy staring at everyone, Hemlock sighed as he pulled August directly into the crowd and with him- pulling the fairy against their own body as it was so busy there were bodies everywhere but Hemlock made sure to hold one arm around August. Keeping the other close as he rolled his body against the other, making sure August could feel his skinny waist and the way his pants were generously filled. “The arachna you oogled is still staring at you.” he whispered to August as they danced, his lips moving against August’ ear.
“Do you know that they eat fairies- catch them in their gigantic webs and eat them, devour them head to toe. You staring at them must have made them hungry-” he bit the other’s lobe gently as he chuckled. Exxagerating the appetite of Arachna a bit (even if they sometimes did eat fairies). “How does it feel to be prey?”
finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm
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“You like pretty demons?” they asked as the demon looked up through his long lashes at his new friend as he felt his dick twitch within the other- enjoying the way the other hissed and insulted him- how he grabbed the dominance. Oh- the way the other reacted to please was noted as his eyes widened for a moment but they kept silent on it at the moment as the man was so beautiful like this. Hemlock was in love- not the romantic love described in shitty romance novels but a deeper need for connection that was underlined by eroticism and the familiar spirit of something like him.
His lips parted, a small puff of toxicity left him as he moaned at the pressure on his neck and he fucked up again- there was no need to confirm he was close. He wanted to fill the other. Wanted to spill but not at the edge yet as they looked up and studied the other’s face- how it twitched and how long his laces were. How white the man’s teeth were as his lips parted and the demon knew he was close as well.
A rough chuckle escaped him as he felt the other become more in sync and instead of having the priority of showing dominance now Amos, too, chased pleasure. Hemlock’s green tendrils twirled around the other’s body as he moved with the other and allowed himself to just feel before he felt the other tighten around him and spill his seed all over Hemlock’s stomach- oh it was delicious to see the other like this.
“That’s it.” they said as they now grabbed Amos and held him in place- fucking up as he felt the warm cum on his stomach, drip down and stick to his tattooed skin. He wanted to taste- but first he needed to come. He was close and as he pulled the other down for another kiss he came into the man. Spilling deep inside the other as his tendrils tightened around the other, digging into the soft skin of the man as he moaned into Amos’ mouth and he wished he could come more. Fill the other up- having a single possessive thought in his orgasmic mind before his tendrils let go and his hands loosened.
“You called me pretty,” he said as he looked up- cheeks flushed pink from the orgasm and smiling deviously up at the other. He knew he looked like a mess. Swiping up some of Amos’ cum and licking it off his finger as he looked up at the man and chuckled. His hair was a mess and there was black on his face from the toxins and soot alike. Some scratches on his arms and hands, and more on his back when they would get up. It had been good. The demon did not make any haste as he laid there and waited for Amos to move- or not. Though he did not think Amos was the type to stay and cuddle.
Effervescent calamity } Amos&Lock
#nsfw ia#tentacles tw#rough sex tw#Effervescent calamity } Amos&Lock#AMOCK 🌪️ Chaos consumes us - it fuels us
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"Here are your flowers. From sender 1: Light blue blossoms. from Sender 2:Yellow Rose, Blue Lily, Red Blossom for you."
"Flowers, I love flowers." the demon said as they took the flowers from the strange creature that had delivered the Valentines gifts. Now Hemlock was far from oblivious to the human holiday of love- having participated in it on his own terms. "Friendship, huh. I wonder if it's from Yeosang..." he muttered and then looked at the other- "Joy, Health and beauty?" he paused at that and wondered for a bit longer and then shrugged, deciding they did not care much who it was from but appreciating getting the flowers at all.
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What happened when you put two demons together on Valentine’s? A lot of good if you asked Hemlock who was delighted to share this time with his friend on the most romantic day of the human year. There was truly no other day to tattoo Amos (he had plenty of spots but you know, with his work as a therapist he was just booked). Hemlock was wearing a loose-fitting outfit but had a large pink hat on instead of the usual red or black that he favoured.
He had made sure to have some chocolate-covered strawberries on the table next to the tattooing chair and he licked his lips as he watched Amos come into t he shop. Twirling their friendship bracelet that he had in his hair around his finger. “I wouldn’t think of getting you anything, do you want a strawberry?” he asked as he grabbed the bowl and offered Amos with a cheeky grin. “shop custom to have food for the customers.” they added as an excuse.
The demon twirled closer to Amos as he was delighted to see Amos again and just giddy because friendship was magic, besides having Amos here on this day of all days was a delight simply because it annoyed Amos and everything that annoyed Amos brought Hemlock delight. “So, let’s go over your wishes one more time and then we can start- How are you by the way? You have been ignoring all the memes I have been sending you and I specifically curated those for you.”
Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock
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With the wind going through his hair the little demon kid felt so free as they were not even bothered at the moment that he lost his parents- it was just a temporary state of mind though and he would be oh so glad when he did find his mama and papa again. His ‘wings’ (being his arms) were flapping like crazy and he was so delighted at the whole thing.
“It was!” he exclaimed as they landed and his long blonde locks were all messy and he had red cheeks from the whole thing, getting too excited at it all. He laughed at the joke, even if he didn’t get it but JinkiBinki was just so FUNNY. He grinned at the other and hugged the man.
The lobby was familiar to him and he looked around as he waved at one of the people in the lobby behind the desk. A strict looking demonlady with curled horns and a tiny mouth that always looked like it was ready to scold someone. ….Hemlock? she asked and looked at Jinki questioning as the little kid seemed unharmed but still…
Hemlock wiggled their way out of the other’s grasp and ran towards the desk as he babbled and told his ‘Jinkibinki’ saved him and they needed to go see mommy.
The demoness looked at Jinki and then at Hemlock, asking Jinki what happened and eventually opening the elevator for them to go to the 13th floor to find mommy.
“Oh yes yes, that is it!!” Locky said as the other finally guessed right (in truth Jinki was doing well and could not have guessed it earlier but as mentioned before- Hemlock was very impatient). “Pay.” he pouted at that, paying was boring.
“WEEHEHHEHEEEEEEEEH!!!” hemlock let out excited as he was scooped up again and he felt his hair and mushrooms swing in the air. “Yes!! and I will tell her about the good food we had!!!” he told the other with a grin. “yes, wings like a pigeon!”
Then the other had wings suddenly and they got SUPER excited, a real pigeon!!!! but it was Jinkiebinkie, Jinkiebinkie the pigeon!!! (they had already forgotten that the other had told them what he was…)
Flying was super fun and Hemlock definitely did not hold on as tight as he should have as they looked around them and at the ground which moved further and further away from them.
“WEeeeeeeeeh” he yelled as he flapped his wings as if he was a pigeon as well. Excited to fly as they went and then as they got closer he looked down. “Oh is that the park near mommies work???” he asked as he peeked down.
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“Stories are always a good source for amusement- it is always a different version of the truth I’ve found.” he answered and then watched as she spoke about someone who did not the classical portrayal of their race. They wondered who it was but decided not to ask for now and wait whether she would offer this information.
“Evil is not objective- what is evil to you isn’t evil to me.” he smiled, his pointed teeth and black gums showing. “What is evil in the eyes of Your God might not be in the eyes of whatever deity concerns themselves with my soul.” he shrugged at it.
They offered their hand to her and if she took it he would leave a soft kiss against the other’s skin that tingled lightly. “Hemlock, a demon who has seen the world and then some others too. I would be delighted to help you with exploring this one. Have you ever been to the Down? The city in Hell that we can reach from the academy? it is quite lovely I promise, if you’re not too squeamish.”
❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜ - Aethelyn&Hemlock first meeting
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A roll of their eyes as she said she was always in danger and even if it was true- what a thing to say! She knew how to make it sound adventurous while it was a dull thing; Hemlock thought: always being in danger. The demon did not thing of it much- demon hunters were always around in some form or another but he did not dwell on it. “You should make life exciting in different ways,” Hemlock pointed out. “There are other good things in life aside from being in danger.”
A hum escaped him as they walked and the demon looked at the sky as she was typing- the sound odd still to them but they did not comment on it more. It was good she had a way to talk outside of writing on a notepad (Hemlock had never picked up sign language, instead he preferred writing and he had written the witch many letters. Preferring that to having her write while he spoke. Snail mail but close-by). “You’re an evil witch.” he teased at her examples of hexes.
“it is good and I won’t leave so quickly now, so don’t you hesitate to call me or come by, I have a therapy office now and I still do my tattoos in my shop- you know the one. The one that has doors all over the world.” he drew a small world on the skin of her hand. “We should not let another half-century pass to see one another again.”
🔮 ma sorcière {Lock&Kat}
She knew she wasn’t alone in thinking the voice on the phone was terrible and nothing like hers! It was so robotic and strange no matter how much she changed it and while Katarina had no idea what her voice sounded like, it definitely wasn’t that!
The hug. Oh how she had missed this. The rabbit hopped from her arms and into the grass with a huff as she was embraced and the witch tangled her fingers into the soft fabric of Hemlock, holding him tightly.
’I’m a one of a kind witch, and my son is here, he takes care of the school, keeps everyone protected, especially me. ’ She was always a proud mother of such a good boy. Reaching up she tweaked his nose, then patted his cheek.
‘I know you can’t tell me every thing but please, you get some awful cases don’t you?? Some of these students, are worse than gutter snipes!’
’Hmm maybe i should get another tattoo. The last one you did was very pretty. ’
Pointing to the wall he had been sitting on before, she motioned for him to lift her up so they could sit together.
’I wanted to learn new things, new tricks, and hone a few skills. It’s been… challenging… but mmm nice?’
He knew for sure that her voice was nothing like the robotic one coming from the smartphone. Though he was happy she found a voice- perhaps not her own but one she could use nonetheless. “Have you ever read the story of the Little Mermaid?” he asked as he let go again of her after the hug. “It is a terribly sad story but there is a seawitch in it that steals a voice- you should do that too. Steal someone’s voice. I could help you know, get a victim.”
He did not think that she would accept the offer since she was a good witch- as far as he knew. “I get the worst stories but oh darlin’ most of them think they have it so badly and it is nothing compared to whatever we have ever encountered. They are but children in the eyes of those who actually lived.”
He nodded excitedly “You know I will always tattoo you my dearest, how is your son? Is he still as cute? I wonder if he would like to… see me again.” a naughty smirk- it was no secret to Katarina that the boogey and the demon had hooked up a few times. “And you! You a student here now? Now why would you do that…. I bet you know more than all your fellow students and some of the teachers too… hmm…”
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The iniquitous man was a new drug to the deamon as they filled him and needed more of him. He wanted to take and to destroy- make this creature theirs even if it was just for a moment as he felt Amos’ heart beat through his veins under his lips. He could feel the other under him, around him and in his aura. The energy was delicious and the darkness was the magnet that took him in as he tasted their blood and licked it up needy- the taste fleeting almost even when the coppery taste lingered on his long black tongue.
The question made the deamon pause as they looked down at Amos and chuckled “Among other things,” he answered in honesty as he tucked a few locks of hair away from Amos’ face. “Fine,” he laughed at it and he knew that the other was being a brat- wanting to go against whatever Hemlock said and they were fine with it. When he had his dick buried deep inside of Amos it was okay to be played with. He fucked the other deeper and harder, making sure that he hit the other deep and in different angles- looking for that sweet spot hat would even make a demon sing hymns.
They were falling into a rhythm as Hemlock let himself just feel for a moment, focusing on the other’s warmth before his eyes shot open when the other suddenly toppled them over and he hissed as his tendrils attacked Amos- wrapping around the man’s waist and neck tightly for a moment as Hemlock acted on instinct- pupils narrowing before he realised this wasn’t an attack- the tendrils loosened.
“Do you have a praise kink?” he asked as he laid on the rough rubble and looked up- enjoying how the stones and debris underneath him dug into his tattooed skin. His hair was a mess around him as he looked up at the other demon and while he was a proud demon he wasn’t in the bedroom. Their eyes closed for a moment as Amos rolled his delicious hips like that- his dick twitched inside of the other.
“Hmmm, I’ve been told that.” he whispered back, voice deep as he looked up at the other. “I want you to ride me, Amos.” he whispered to the demon. “Please,” they parted his lips slightly inviting the other in as he trusted up against the other and groaned. His dick was throbbing inside the other as he fucked up again. The daemon was close and he felt a thin layer of toxic sweat on his body- much like a toxic frog -start to form. His body writhing underneath the man as he felt the sharp stones slice his skin and he moaned as the stings excited him and he looked up. This was enough play and he huffed before he started to fuck up into the other- hoping that the hand around his throat would tighten as he moaned, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth as he kept eye-contact with the younger demon.
Effervescent calamity } Amos&Lock
#nsfw ia#Effervescent calamity } Amos&Lock#rough sex tw#bdsm themes#tentacles tw#AMOCK 🌪️ Chaos consumes us - it fuels us
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“Oh,” so not friends but roommates. The sentence but they were roommates went off in his head and he chuckled lightly before clearing his throat and looking at the other again as they were close to him but not as close as before (sadly). “You should come by sometime.” they offered and meant it, the perfect blank canvas- it thrilled the demon always to have a clean canvas to touch upon. He loved tattoo virgins (not the other kind, too whiny).
“Hmmmnm, is that hard to believe that a fairy would give something to me so freely? It’s only blood you know, it replenishes.” the assurance was maybe not as comforting as Hemlock wanted it to be- he did not want the other to be too scared, just spooked enough to feel the thrill. Like going on a rollercoaster.
There was a lot to do in the city for the curious little thing- Hemlock hummed amused as they scratched behind the other’s ears as if it was a pet. “Come on then,” they said as he led the fae with him to one of the bars he frequented. Why Hemlock loved this particular bar so much should be no surprise to August as they stepped in. It was one of the clubs that in the human world would be 18plus. Several Fairies were dancing on large plateaus to dark music with less melody and more rhythm. There were a few glass circular pillars that had mercreatures in them- dancing as well in their water-forms. While most performers were neutral or children of the light the people dancing on the dancefloor or sitting at the tables were almost all demonic or darker creatures. There was a loud group of arachna in the corner talking and drinking in their spider forms and taking up a lot of space but no one seemed to mind. There was a vampire coven at one of the tables with some dazed humans with them and a bachelorette’s party of demons and other creatures was going at the table in the centre of the establishment.
Hemlock led August with him through the crowds and to one of the three bars as he ordered a whiskey for himself and then nudged August to order something as well. One hand stayed on August’ waist as he turned and leaned against the bar to look around them. Taking in the delicious chaos that engulfed them. The loud music, the people talking and shouting and singing and the smells of bodies, drugs and alcohol.
Delicious.
“If you want to stay safe, stay close to me. If you want to experience life and perhaps death you go into the crowd but I won’t be able to save you.” he whispered against August’ ear.
finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm
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"I'll have to agree with you." Aethlyn tilted her head, giving the other's statement a further thought as she sipped her tea. Dusdrouni wasn't too busy, so getting acquainted with the locals felt a bit more comfortable at that moment. "A few decades ago I'd adamantly disagree, but-" She fidgeted with the string that held her tea bag inside her cup. "Angels are not so angelic it seems, fairies are not so innocent and hum, what about demons I wonder?" Aethelyn pondered, unaware of the person's race or origin. "Do you think demons fall into the gray area?"
The demon looks at the woman curiously. “Why is that, what happened in between now and then?” they asked as she revealed a bit of her reasoning. “Angels are definitely not angelic- and fairies have really never been innocent. I like them- fairies I mean. They are very fun.” he chuckled at it as he was then posed with a question about his own heritage. “Well there are demons who are evil- but there are those who are less so… And isn’t it true that without evil, good would not have a chance to flourish? Angels would be so sad if they had no one to impress anymore. Good deeds shine in the existence of the evil in the world, don’t you think?”
❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜ - Aethelyn&Hemlock first meeting
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❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜ - Aethelyn&Hemlock first meeting
@aethelyn-ia
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