tieflingxnarcissus

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I pushed everyone else away because they weren't you.

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#I love this so much #mirror #brb crying

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"An outfit? I always have an outfit. I'm always prepared." Narcissus could see it now. He'd be a glittering, shining star amongst the mud. The lycans knew how to throw a party, and the demigod knew how to steal the spotlight. It was the perfect place for him. Either way, he looked at the other now, tilting his head, "Timothee? Please. You couldn't think of a better guest list?"

There was something so nice about being around someone who seemed to so easily command others. Hyrsam was one thing, but people just did things Narcissus told them to do. Just because. Anyone would do anything for that face and she couldn't say she was entirely immune to it, he was very pretty. But she had no time for romance, just a quick time out to destress from having to ask Sleipnir to be around while her boss bathed. It was less asking, it was more the fact she would need someone to no doubt file the mystical horse's hooves as compensation. "Do you have an outfit for Lupercalia yet? A date? I tried to invite Timothee but he's so busy with that Kylie. That Wonka PR won't go on forever."

#elmas

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Narcissus' home was extravagant. Only because the bedroom had a mirrored ceiling, there was never a chance to miss a glance at himself, and it helped for...everything, really. Mazikeen had been someone he'd known for so long, the only constant in his life since the rest seemed to fade away. He never minded her visits, enjoyed them, even. The tiefling hardly had connections to either sides of who he was, never really deciding he was one or the other. A good mix, a demigod himself, and here a demon was, his favorite one at that.

"They're all boring, but I make sure they stay lively." Narcissus grinned, though he preened under Mazikeen's gaze. "You've been busy or something? What's been going on with you?" There were so few that he wanted to know about, but luckily, the demon was someone he wouldn't mind listening to talk.

Date: January, some time Location: Where Narcissus usually is Characters: @tieflingxnarcissus & @ivysmazikeen Notes: mama's fave tiefling

Cephissus had been a weakling, all cubi were, but he had been Mazikeen’s favorite of the lot of them. An ambitious soul, very prideful and very confident for very good reasons despite his ineptitude for dealing with the inferno. Mazikeen had related well to him for the former. It only stood to reason that she would care for the little halfling when Liriope finally bit the dust, as all fey and elves seemed to do so often despite their immortality. She missed her good friend some days, but usually only when Narcissus pouted in indignation about something. He looked almost identical to his father when he did that.

"Oh, my little flower," she pouted, rushing to take his hands and then to put one of her own on his cheek. Mazikeen wasn't much of a hovering caretaker - it had taken her a few weeks to go look for Narcissus and see how he was. But now that she had made the decision to find him her heart ached with worry for the tiefling she sometimes doted on. Did he remember and still think of all those mean Great Old Ones did to him? Was the Senate and all these people in this city being good to him? All of a sudden, she wanted to know everything. "How have you been? Are the demigods treating you well?"

#mazikeen

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The tiefling had never told a lie ever in his life. Nor had he ever done anything wrong. It was hard for people to swallow the truth as it was, anyway. Or to swallow one other thing, but that was for Rawlins to know and everyone else to eventually find out. "Another one? I've told so many bangers, I should let someone else talk." Impossible, really; he'd stare at them until they were finished then pick up where he left off. "Be a doll and get us more drinks," he turned towards the mortal who was staring before they ran off to do as such.

Person: @tieflingxnarcissus Location: Wherever he is telling tall tales "He's right you know, he caused three people in the room to faint at just the sight of him. No smolder, twas just a look." The moment anyone looks skeptical of Narcissus, she's beside them with her bellini in hand and casually sipping. Elmas didn't even think Narcissus noticed her doing such a thing, defending him to the masses but she likes listening to his stories too much to fault him. "Tell them another one." It's like yelling 'play Freebird' at a musician except he loves it and doesn't sigh.

#tall tales? please #these are facts #elmas

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Narcissus didn't believe that for a moment. Rawlins loved it when he talked. He always listened, and never interrupted, who could ask for more? Either way, the tiefling was always used to doing all the work. His horns were beautiful, he never hid them around Rawlins; his true tiefling form perfect for Envy who'd taken over not too long ago. The demigod laughed as they were switched, his little boyfriend, as the other wished to be called, always a cock slut. Narcissus moved his hand down to guide the other into him – just the tip, as he slowly sunk down onto the other's hard cock. "I have energy for both," he promised, whispering the words against Rawlins' mouth. The demigod hummed as he pressed his mouth against the other's, sinking down all the way until he bottomed out, full of the other and letting out a groan.

“I always do. Best part of my day is when you’re very quiet.” It was somewhat of a joke really. Rawlins had become so used to the tiefling’s talking that it seemed awkward when there was silence. Narcissus was usually the one that was supposed to take the lead in these kinds of situations though. Silence couldn’t really work when sex was involved. Well, it could, but the cambion much preferred when Narcissus told him what to do. Not right now though. At this particular moment, or any at all, he didn’t want anyone telling him what to do. Not anymore. Their lips pressed together and it felt like all of that noise in his head disappeared for the moment. Good. “Mortal?” He shook his head. “Don’t call me that.” That was all that left his mouth as he tried to focus. It proved to be more difficult than he would’ve liked it to be so he tucked his leg under the tiefling’s to flip them around. Now that the other was straddling his waist, he lifted himself to a sitting position. “I’ll let you do all the work. You can focus all of your energy into that instead of talking.”

#rawlins

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"Hyacinth, please, you're such a tease." Narcissus put another santa hat on the avariel's head, fixing it so it was aesthetically pleasing at all times. He couldn't have it flopping around everywhere. "So, Senator, what are your plans for our kind? Our poor, helpless kind?"

As far as Hyacinth was concerned, once you'd seen one of these markets you'd pretty much seen all of them. Narcissus' perpetual good mood was refreshing at least, it was nice that Hyacinth wasn't expected to say much of anything. He could always count on the tiefling to entertain himself for any length of time. "I am." That was a lie but he'd never say no to wine.

#sometimes i imagine him doing the danny zuko laugh #“dont make me laugh sandy” #ha ha ha #hyacinth

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Rawlins kissed like he was a breath of fresh air, like if they separated, something else would happen. The end of the world had been a downer, for many except Narcissus. He reveled in the power. Yet – he had lost Rawlins within it, and that was a future he wasn't happy with. The cambion was so mortal – a thing brought up often between them. That would have to be sorted out. "Better suck up every moment, love," Narcissus grinned, the double meaning obvious as he watched the other pull the rest of his clothes off. He laughed now, melodic as he pressed another kiss to Rawlins' mouth, "Then get with it, mortal." Someone had made some metaphor about gods and farmers, and even though that's what they were, he loved his farmer so. They had a lot of talking to do, but Narcissus did most of it, he wished Rawlins would speak a bit louder.

Worried about forever was one hell of a way to put it. Honestly, Rawlins had been lost when Narcissus had found him. He’d had one other boyfriend in the time he had been freed from the Eye and really he hadn’t been all that invested with that relationship. Narcissus had always been right there in his mind every single time he spent one day with that human turned lycan. Rawlins couldn’t help but love the tiefling though. He wasn’t even sure what it was that had him so invested in their relationship and wanting to be boyfriends, but there was something there. Narcissus talked too much often and there was really nothing endearing about the demigod to anyone else but him. Yet here they were. His lips pressed to the other’s own, tongue melding to the tiefling’s as he did. “Well, I’m mortal. My time with you is fleeting.” He moved to pull the other’s pants down so that he could grab Narcissus’ cock in his own hand. “Stop talking for two seconds, hm?” He pressed their mouths together again as he lifted the tiefling’s legs around his waist. “I don’t mean two seconds by the way. I mean long enough for me to at least stick my cock in you.”

#rawlins

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"Sometimes I feel like you take me for granted," Narcissus sighed, standing up now as he fixed his santa hat. They showed off his beautiful horns, and that was just the way the tiefling liked it, "Come on. I want mulled wine. Are you excited to see the markets? Rome is trash, but I'll lighten the mood for us."

Narcissus had been talking for so long that Hyacinth had simply stopped listening, it was entirely possible when the Spartan put the bulk of his effort towards it. Narcissus had asked a question and then when there was a period of silence, only then did Hyacinth realise that Narcissus' lips were no longer moving. The Spartan looked up and aptly phrased his own question. "Hm?"

#hyacinth

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Sometimes it was hard for him to remember to stop talking so someone could ask him about himself. Narcissus looked at Luna now, huffing out a laugh, "Seriously? That's impressive. But don't beg. It's not becoming of us." He could never shout for someone to take him back, but to each their own. Envy probably missed him, and now he was stuck with the rest of the mortal's realms useless beings. The archfiends were back, that was exciting; he would have to say hello. His demonic nature was fun and flirty, they would be remiss not to be his friend. "Never take the metro here. It's useless." He'd rather walk so everyone could see him. "Anyway, besides that, how have you been?"

She's been wondering if she had a case of Stockholm syndrome because she has missed the heightened power that use to thump her veins. Dark shades block out the December sun and they have one of her Eldritch creatures on drink duty, setting up a little makeshift tiki bar they were to bring them another round if they dipped anywhere below half full. "Have no idea but I miss them, I've tried shouting into the Abyss and gotten no response. It's like they blocked my number, I could control drakes, wyverns and serpents when they had possession. It's just not the same taking the metro once you've gotten use to riding a drake."

#luna

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There was a side to the tiefling that was less chaotic. It was reserved for those that he'd taken as lovers before, but perhaps never in the way that Narcissus had been with Rawlins. The cambion had basically been nothing when they'd met, in the sense that the demigod had very high standards and he never thought a half mortal could live up to such standards. But he had, and now Narcissus found that he didn't want to let Rawlins go. There would be some other way, eventually. Boyfriend, as Rawlins had begged him to say. They were more than that. A demigod did not have boyfriends; he had lovers and worshippers. Narcissus tilted his head, his fingers releasing Rawlins' jaw as he moved to press his mouth against the cambion's smooth jawline, "Just thought I'd remind you," he grinned, squeezing the cock within his hand now. "You're the one worried about forever."

Rawlins was never sure what the tiefling's intentions were, but he often never questioned it either. His logic had always been that he was thankful to Narcissus. He wasn't sure where he would've been without him and that was enough for him to feel affection. That wasn't ever the entirety of it though. It had been just them for a long time now and it would always continue to be them. For now, at least. The cambion would have to enjoy these moments between them for now. Because, eventually, he would be gone and right now, this felt like all he had. It was all he wanted. He knew how to keep up with Narcissus more than most and right now would be no different. A hand on his jaw, he really couldn't not listen to the other if he wanted to. As much as he complained though, he didn't ever mind the sound of the demigod's voice. Brows furrowed, he simply nodded his head at the words. "You and me," he stated with as much conviction as he could muster. It wasn't like he could focus on much as Narcissus' hand fell between them and wrapped around him. He nodded again. "Do we really need to talk about other people right now?"

#rawlins #raw doggin

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Hyacinth was such a good friend. Narcissus stood by that, all things considering. The Spartan prince sat there and listened to him, and Narcissus wished for nothing more. "Anyway, I know it wasn't that great for you, but I had a good time." A pause, a blessed pause, and Narcissus picked up another bottle of very expensive wine, "Where are you going to live now? Oh favored lover. Elysium is gone. Shame. I really deserved to go there."

@tieflingxnarcissus location: Narcissus' place notes: as requested

Talk, talk, talk, that was all this tiefling ever did. A nuisance really, though it wasn't as if Hyacinth ever had much to say. He didn't listen most of them time but Narcissus didn't seem to require the Spartan's input about anything. Sometimes it was just nice to get away from Apollo and his fans, so if that meant sitting on the tiefling's expensive couch, drinking some expensive modern alcohol then Hyacinth could pretend to listen.

#hyacinth

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@lunanightshadex Location: Demigod corner where Luna has no choice but to listen to Narcissus<3

Narcissus sipped his margarita, the beach that he'd forced Luna to take him to crashing in the background. Rome had no good beaches, the damn river taking up most of the space instead, but where there was a will, there was a way. Tilting his head, he pulled his sunglasses down slightly to look at the demigod, "So, who possessed you? Were they at least amicable to having a conversation?" Again, where there was Narcissus, there was a way. Envy had been a great conversationalist.

#him talking about it like it wasn't traumatic for everyone else #luna

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@rawlinsbriggs Location: Narcissus' home ft Rawlins

Narcissus looked up at Rawlins now, their breath shared between them. A reunion was the first thing the demigod had been looking forward to. Perhaps it was the only time that the tiefling was quiet, as the other removed the rest of his clothes above him. Narcissus threaded his fingers through the cambion's hair, his mouth finding purchase on Rawlin's neck as he sucked another mark into it. His boyfriend had decent stamina, and he wasn't too sure the other could always keep up with him, but – well, the demigod was just getting started. Narcissus enjoyed hearing the breathy sound of his name leaving the other's mouth, and he reversed their positions so he could put his hand on the other's jaw, "I don't think you understand that I meant you should never have gotten involved with those fucking people." The demigod remembered being possessed, the way that Envy had become one with him. It wasn't as intrusive as he'd thought it would be, it wasn't as terrible as they all complained about. Envy had been lucky to score someone like himself. "It's you and me, not us and them." His hand reached down between their bodies, fingers curling around the other's hard cock, ready and leaking, "Got that?"

#rawlins #nsfw

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@trippxblais Location: the ruins of Rome

The Great Old One stood now, the depravities of the world surrounding him as he moved forward. Tripp was perhaps the last of that little Ivy Coven, a captive audience that couldn't move and was unfortunate enough to come across Envy himself. The demigod's power was one that Envy enjoyed, glittering horns and bright green eyes as he got closer to the witch. There were no bindings on Tripp, there didn't need to be. The power of Envy's voice did enough to keep them standing, the blood slowly oozing from Tripp's ear as Envy just kept...talking. "So one time, I essentially decided that if I couldn't have it, no one could. Everyone started killing each other, it was amazing. You just make someone want something bad enough to kill someone for it. Otherwise it's not envy. It's just greed. And it's just not the vibe if you know what I mean. I don't need trailer park trash clogging up my main stage. Have you seen this place?"

Everything glittered and glowed, Envy was the star of his own show. Tripp was still unable to say anything, and Envy waved his hand now, a shadow appearing in front of the witch. "What do you want the most? Speak. While you still can."

#tripp

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