&& . DEVOUR YOU .ᐟ

Highly selective & mutuals only HAZBIN HOTEL MULTIMUSE starring VOX, VAL, ALASTOR, KATIE KILLJOY, TRAVIS, AND LOTS MORE! Recorded by Al. 21+. MINORS DNI. Read the rules BEFORE you engage! 🦋📺❤️

   Pools  of  neon  DRIFT  &  find  hers  anew,  when  she's  pulled  back.  His  gaze  lingers  in  a  gentle  look,  and  it  remains  attentive  (  &  it  seems  as  though  he  were  basking  in  her  mere  joy!  )...  taking  in  the  brightness  in  her  eyes,  the  raw  TRUST  she  exudes.  How  exquisite!  How  sweet.  May  I  sink  into  it?

   To  feel  what  she  feels,  even  if  for  a  brief  moment  -—  he  UNDERSTANDS  her.  Her  love  is  his  own,  and  it  flows  through  them  like  the  very  energy  that  shapes  them  in  death.  “Is  there?”  he  inquires  in  a  soft  rumble,  returning  some  of  the  same  teasing  she's  summoned  forth.  “Can  I  not  call  upon  thy  person  simply  to  enjoy  such  pleasant  company,  as  MENTIONED?”  Would  that  be  so  wrong?  (  after  all,  this  could  have  been  a  letter  )...

“Dinner on the fourteenth?” she repeats, the date inspiring a playful lilt and a lift of painted lips. “Surely such an invitation might have found me through simpler means; a letter, perhaps, or even a phone call.”

Her free hand moves to rest atop his own, fingers threading through his and anchoring his touch securely against her cheek, the familiar chill providing a pleasant balm to the lingering warmth of her skin. Tilting her head slightly upward, she closes the remaining distance and brushes the softest kiss against the corner of his jagged mouth.

               MAESTRO   TENDED   TO   BE   SPONTANEOUS   IN   THE   LIKES   OF   VISITS.   True,   he   should   be   more   mindful   of   this,   but   if   the   one   he   wished   to   visit   was   busy,   he   would   then   make   arrangements.   A   man   such   as   himself,   who   was   rather   recluse,   meant   the   desire   for   company   occurred   at   arbitrary   intervals,   “   Ha!   Your   recollection   proves   quite   accurate.   ”   Maestro   admitted   with   another   tilt   of   his   head   in   a   gesture   meant   as   an   apology.   

im very excited for what he WILL do with it in s3

Submitting, she'd backoff, keeping her good eye on the ground, shoulders tense. "I suppose it's not something I can understand. But I want too." She'd murmur after a moment. Raising her gaze, her expression would soften slightly. "It was stupid of me to demand something you can't give. Forgive my short sightedness. It wasn't my intention to disrespect you. Lady Camilla said I have her hot blooded anger. I guess she was right." Vaggi timidly rubbed the back of her head at that.

''I eherm...apologize."

   Why  are  you  really  down  here?

   Pools  of  lime  sclera  pierce  right  through  her  (  not  unlike  the  sharpest  of  spears!  ),  PINNING...  observant!  A  smile  splits  a  maw,  features  contorting  with  amusement!  How  funny,  how  ironic!  It's  silly,  he  thinks,  and  yet  it  all  can't  help  but  draw  him  in  further.  “We  possess  our  own  individual  interests,”  he  responds.  “What  the  Vees  seek  equals  not  what  others  may.  Yet  I  would  advice  keeping  thine  eyes...  peel'd.”  Safety  isn't  always  a  guarantee  in  Hell,  even  for  those  STRONGEST  (  he's  seen  all  kinds  of  people  fall!  ).  Danger  can  come  in  many  ways  or  forms  -—  it  can  lurk  -—  it  can  creep  up  right  behind  you  when  you  least  expect  it.

   How  cautious  are  you,  little  creature?  Have  you  what  it  takes  to  REMAIN  and  protect  those  dearest  to  you?

"Flattery?" she chides, humor sparkling within pale irises, laughter lingering in the curve of her smile. "I merely speak the truth, Zestial. I would protest vehemently were you to accuse me otherwise." 

   Pools  of  neon  DRIFT  &  find  hers  anew,  when  she's  pulled  back.  His  gaze  lingers  in  a  gentle  look,  and  it  remains  attentive  (  &  it  seems  as  though  he  were  basking  in  her  mere  joy!  )...  taking  in  the  brightness  in  her  eyes,  the  raw  TRUST  she  exudes.  How  exquisite!  How  sweet.  May  I  sink  into  it?

   To  feel  what  she  feels,  even  if  for  a  brief  moment  -—  he  UNDERSTANDS  her.  Her  love  is  his  own,  and  it  flows  through  them  like  the  very  energy  that  shapes  them  in  death.  “Is  there?”  he  inquires  in  a  soft  rumble,  returning  some  of  the  same  teasing  she's  summoned  forth.  “Can  I  not  call  upon  thy  person  simply  to  enjoy  such  pleasant  company,  as  MENTIONED?”  Would  that  be  so  wrong?  (  after  all,  this  could  have  been  a  letter  )...