Hell's Worst Demon

>You softly squeeze his hand right back before nuzzling again and looking at him.

“Uh… Yeah the eyepatch…. So, an anon ended up turning my moirail and i into tricksters… and… well worst comes to worst i guess, i got my eye plucked… i dont remember much but for whatever reason i didnt like it….”

>You whine softly and rub his hand, hoping he isnt too distraught. You arent telling the full truth but its still what happened and you are sticking with that story.

>Your smile fell again at the thought or idea of an -eye- being plucked. 

“Holy shit..” 

>You breathe, shaking your head, taking the information at face value. No need to prod him about it, you didn’t blame him. 

you just kinda stick wwithin the vvacinity a it an it sates you then thats pretty interesting good ta knoww since wwhen feeding wwas mentioned i kinda thought like you wwere suckin it outta people i guess but thats pretty good

i mean i can suck lusty stuff outta people but that’s only if they want.

hehe.

jokiiiiiiiing. kinda. hey!

>He’s so quick to shut down that train of thought and redirect your attention. Whether intentional or accidental, it sure does work and your eye snaps to john holding your hand. Specifically just how close his face is to your hand and immediately your face begins to flush with colour as you feel it and the tips of your ears heat up.

>If it were anyone else, you be arguing but you cant bring yourself to pitch any sort of fit when someone you havent seen in half a sweep shows up on your metaphorical doorstep. You just take a step closer again, your eyes watering once more and place the most gentle of touches on his blue tinted face.

>He’s still the same as ever. Cheesy, nut its still something you needed to hear him say. You just brush the hair out of his face a little and close your eyes before pressing your forehead to his and quietly taking him all in.

>You just can’t help but grin as he sorta nuzzles into you. Quietly you give off a throaty chuckle, glad that he seemed better for the most part.  “I definitely do love the curlier hair.”

>You lace your fingers with his now, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

delinquentdemon:

theseahorseprince:

moretolovwe:

theseahorseprince:

moretolovwe:

theseahorseprince:

wwhys someone droolin ovver sins on my dash

hes a special kind of demon and sins are literally food to him

thats kinda odd but i guess it makes sense wwith the context that hes a demon

to be honest its kind of cool

so does he like suck the sin outta you or

you kinda emit and exude sin that i can see. like cro has fuckin.

LOADS.

of pride and lust.

with a savory sprinkle of envy. usually being near or participating with sins.

like say fighting with wrath or fucking with lust.

can sate me pretty well.

i can still eat regular normal humany or.. or trolly foods if i want. that kinda goes with gluttony too.

so like to get the sin you do an activvity related ta that sin is wwhat im gettin here

wwhat happens ta the sin a the person youre feeding from then

i bask in its glory. its delicious glory.

moretolovwe:

theseahorseprince:

moretolovwe:

theseahorseprince:

wwhys someone droolin ovver sins on my dash

hes a special kind of demon and sins are literally food to him

thats kinda odd but i guess it makes sense wwith the context that hes a demon

to be honest its kind of cool

so does he like suck the sin outta you or

you kinda emit and exude sin that i can see. like cro has fuckin.

LOADS.

of pride and lust.

with a savory sprinkle of envy. usually being near or participating with sins.

like say fighting with wrath or fucking with lust.

can sate me pretty well.

i vwas trying to think of vwhat john mightvwe missed vwhile gone and the ansvwer vwas literally under my fingertips because the scarring around my neck gills vwas itchy

i mean.

“I mean get whatever youd like, but thethe three tattooth reprethent three people in my life, tho they have a lot of importanthe to me. I cant draw worth shit, but i worked with the artithtth and they were able to pull my crappy doodleth together to get them inked.”

>You chuckle a little and your ears flick forward as you sorta glance at yourself. You grow increasingly quiet and your demeanor changes. Suddenly feeling a little withdrawn, you shove a hand in your pocket and scratch the back of your neck, looking back up at john again.

“…. Ive uh.. I sure have change a lot.. havent i? …… Ive had thomeone tell me they ‘liked me better before’… Im not quite sure what that meanth…..”

>your other hand gets shoved into your pocket and you look about as ridged as a plank of wood, and feel just as uncomfortable. A small voice in the back of your head keeps wanting to tell you that youve changed too much and he wont like seeing you so different, especially the way you act. You try brushing it off but the awkward air just makes everything dreadful.

>You sniff again and pull a hand out of your pocket to half mindedly fiddle with the strap of your patch, glancing away out of shame.

“Heh, I figured. That’s nice though. I’ll think about it.” >Your head tilts to the side, noting the other’s meek mood change. As he spoke, you sharply shake you head. “No, no! I mean, you have changed physically but I’ve only been here like two minutes and you’re still the same as you’ve always been. Hey..” >Your hand glides over his, the one messing with his patch strap. You sigh, wistfully, taking a moment to really feel his hand. Your thumb caresses what it could reach. Warm. Callous. Again you sigh and bring that hand closer to your lips, ghosting just over his knuckles before finally settling on the right dab in the middle. “I mean..” >You begin, rasping, slight evidence of just how recently you woke up. 

“I could sleep again and sleep through your whole life. And.. And I don’t wanna miss that, especially.. Not for the world.”

>you sniff as he pulls away and wipe at your face before adjusting your eyepatch and running a hand through your curly hair. You just stare at him and look him over as your mind attempts to process everything thats happening. A moment passes and you finally register his question.

“Oh thethe? Itth nothing, really. Jutht hickieth and thxratch markth and biteth. jutht the uthual piitch pailing. CN and ii arent excluthively Pitch anymore but he and i thtill fight from time to time when we are in the mood for it.”

>You take your hand and run it over a few scabs that cover your bare torso. You also rub the tattoos on your arms and chest.

“I got the tattooth shortly after you left.. eh. Went to thleep. One by one of courthe with the motht rethent being the twin thnaketh.

>Your smile returns as he explains. Oh right, you remember that, of course. Cro and Diidy were ever the amusing pair. He was really glad they were still around. Not many others were, at least according to his online list. You swallow a lump, your gaze following his hands. You see the tattoo and your brows quirk in bemusement. 

“It’s so nice. I kinda want a tattoo now! Heh.”

a year and a half nap, sounds refreshing. im almost jealous.

oh and vwith the lust and pride bouquet, theres larger portions of envwy too since thats gotten stronger ovwer time both in general and because of certain things i can talk about later.

and envy??

dude! you’re making me really hungry! 

>You cant stop the tears so you just kinda accept it for what it is and you hear his voice. You really cant believe this is all actually happening still. he doesnt call, he doesnt message you, he doesnt make a peep for a year and a half and suddenly hes back on the grid again and youre so filled with joy and confusion and you just accept it.

>Your ears fold back when you pick up his body language almost instantly. (Its something youve gotten accustom to doing while tending to Cronus.) You walk up to him, trying not to rush in on him and you just wrap him up in a big giant hug, mindful of the wings and squeeze the life out of him.

“Godth, i fucking mithed you tho god damn much, John… Fuck… I love you…”

>You just lean into him and your body shakes as you scrunch your face and cry into his neck. Your words are muffled as you speak but he can still hear you. Through your shudders, you attempt to make a small cracked little purr as you stand there.

“H-heyy! I.. I love you too!”

>You exclaim with more confidence. Your arms hook under his so you can caress his back. Carefully, once again, if those marks were a constant on his face and neck then he could only imagine what he had on his back.  “Mfph! Honeybee, you hardly look the same..”

delinquentdemon:

heading over now. :P >It has clearly been evident that you were asleep for a long time. dust was on the transportalizer! aw well. beep boop bip. calculating.. zap! The instant transportalization made you a bit weak-knee’d so much so that your knees nearly buckle as you appeared.

>Honest to gods you were almost hoping you were still dreaming so you didnt have to face possible disappointment, but alas, it really does seem to be real. This all was real and wasnt some fucky dream you were having. You make haste in at least slipping on some pants before charging down the hallways and possibly scaring a few of the kids along the way.

>And just as you had hoped, there he was, the bright blue demon that you had all but given up on. You feel stupid for doing so an you get a little pissy at yourself for a moment before tears just spill down your face from your single red eye. 

“John…?”

delinquentdemon:

…

hey, uh.

how bout you give me those coords and we’ll talk more yeah? i wanna see you, man.. i hope i’m not intruding or anything.

hhh.. ii wanna 2ee you two. you wouldnt be iintrudiing at all… hell, rahou2 wiill be really happy two 2ee you.. lmao theyve been a2kiing “where2 uncle john” a bunch whiile you were away….eh..yeah. al2o there2 2ome new face2 you dont know yet eiither. vii2iiu2 wiill be happy two 2ee you, iim 2ure.

whenever youre ready, ju2t let me know and iill be there at the tran2portiiliizer. the hiive ii2 a maze, youll get lo2t, otherwii2e.

–<telescopicAbjuration sent PT2hiive.coords!!!>–

delinquentdemon:

@moretolovwe

heya cro my dude!

whats shakin bacon?

long time no see, john!

you knowv, the usual. causing trouble, partying, lust and pride and all of that. vwhat about you?

oh yeah definitely

your lust and pride bouquet is most alluring. i can smell it all the way from hell practically heh!

uhm!

delinquentdemon:

hrmm.. 

you know, i really don’t know, man. i don’t usually just -sleep-. if i was offline before, i usually just chilled in hell until i got the energy back, roughly eight or ten hours.

because if i actually sleep it could be a real long time before i wake up? and hell, you could be dead if i did that. ):

i can’t remember what triggered my wanting to take a nap when time can be so precious with you and i but.. w-well i probably shouldn’t think on it too much! i probably don’t remember for a -good- reason.

so! um..

i’m sorry!

…. ii dont hate you, ii 2wear ii dont ii ju2t.. thought you moved on or 2ome 2hiit….??? ii dont know… you ju2t kiinda dii2appeared when we couldve 2ettled iin and ii triied my be2t two keep you happy and whatnot but ii ju2t wa2nt enough or 2omethiing iidk.. 

ii dont know ju2t. a lot of 2hiit went down and iit wa2 a niightmare for quiite a few month2…. iive uh. ii had two move out of my apartment, fiir2t an foremo2t. iim liiviing at PT2 now. phaethon? yeah. and liike. q bunch of quad2 dropped, ended up gettiing my2elf iintwo a fucky relatiion2hiip… ii had 2ome damage done two me becau2e of an anon… iit2… a lot.

…………… iill admiit, duriing the turmoiil iive been up2et before becau2e ii ju2t couldnt under2tand why you would ju2t up and leave, but ii could never 2tay mad at you, john. 

...

hey, uh.

delinquentdemon:

hm???

oh nonono. honestly my head feels a little fuzzy? like i forgot a lot of stuff. but i don’t feel bad about it either? eh, maybe they were dreams or nightmares. fleeting, but felt all too real.

..did i miss two halloweens? this sucks.

you mii22ed…. uhm. you mii22ed a lot. and people mii22ed you. and.. je2u2 fuck man… what happened, we had plan2 we were goiing two do thiing2 why diidnt you tell me you were ju2t gonna liike…. leave for a biit…?? 

ii dont under2tand at all…. what the hell happened??? ii hone2tly thuoght you werent gonna come back.

hrmm.. 

you know, i really don’t know, man. i don’t usually just -sleep-. if i was offline before, i usually just chilled in hell until i got the energy back, roughly eight or ten hours.

because if i actually sleep it could be a real long time before i wake up? and hell, you could be dead if i did that. ):

i can’t remember what triggered my wanting to take a nap when time can be so precious with you and i but.. w-well i probably shouldn’t think on it too much! i probably don’t remember for a -good- reason.

so! um..