Demon of Vyrantium

The sweetness of Lucanis' chuckle was soon compounded by that broad smile, buoying Emmrich's own heart. What a vision the man was already, without even shedding a stitch since they'd started. How much more lovely could one person be? He looked forward to finding out. Emmrich caught that glint of violet in rich brown depths, and his expression warmed in understanding while Lucanis eagerly agreed. "You both have my thanks." He punctuated with another kiss, to the Crow's brow this time.

First, he shrugged off his unfastened shirt and draped it on the nearest corner of the four-poster bed. His piercings caught the light from the window, and more of his tattoos were apparent: the flower-strewn dark outlines of his ribs reached around his sides onto his decorated back, the framed beetle in full view on his chest, and more beetles sat amid colorful blossoms and lush leaves on his right upper arm. Emmrich then reached to begin unfastening Lucanis' shirt, taking care with the fine material. His gaze occasionally flicked up to the younger man's face, to check for any discomfort, or any anticipation.

Now, he wanted to dive in head first, and he was just glad to have a man like Emmrich to show him how. A man he cared for in such a deep way it almost frightened him.

When Emmrich removed his own shirt entirely, Lucanis could not help drawing his eyes over every inch of the older man. His gaze traced every line of tattoo that he could see, and caught the glint from the piercings on Emmrich's nipples, finding himself suddenly fascinated by them.

His hands reached out to slide along Emmrich's abdomen, tracing his tattoos with deft fingers while the mage undid the buttons on his shirt. Lucanis only removed his hands from Emmrich's body when it was time to shrug off his own shirt, baring himself to Emmrich with a soft flush to his cheeks.

Lucanis knew he was well toned, his rigorous exercise routine responsible for the defined muscles of his chest and abs. Thick black hair covered his chest, his arms, and a trail lead from just above his bellybutton down into his trousers. He was littered with faint scars from past battles and injuries, on his torso and his arms, but he felt no shame in those. They were badges he earned in battle, as far as he was concerned.

But his eyes were drawn back to those piercings once again, and he looked up at Emmrich with a curious want in his eyes, bringing his hands up to slide up the necromancer's sides and rest just bellow his pecks, his thumbs hovering near that glint of gold.

Second base: You pull me out of a mental prison whose doors only you can unlock and I tell you I rather stay there than risk losing you. You still get me out.

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. but now , jaskier is almost hiding within the pretty bouquet of flowers with the excuse of smelling how sweet they are. colour in his cheeks rosier than the blooms held before him now , and he looks up from them so coyly indeed. not that the answer matters much , but it does intrigue if the demon thought this up or had to be presented with the notion by lucanis ... ' who's idea was this? '

But he knows Jaskier likes flowers, and Spite was the one who suggested bringing the bouquet to the bard when they were in the market that morning arranging for fresh supplies to be delivered to the tavern for the night's dinner. They passed by a stall selling flowers, and Spite immediately stopped them short because of how beautiful they smelled.

Pretty Music Man would appreciate these. Spite had prodded, and Lucanis admitted the demon was probably right, after reminding him that Jaskier has a name.

There is nothing in here that Matt cannot wait until tomorrow to do. There are no more meetings for the day and case files can be read some other time and what he doesn't get done, his assistant can look over while he is gone.

Right now, he only wants to focus on Lucanis. His boyfriend is important to him, too, and they both need some time together. Matt thinks it will help ease both of their worries to have dinner together.

And, he's always enjoyed Lucanis' cooking. He's going to spoil him, really, because before Lucanis he was always so used to doing the cooking himself. He never minded but it's nice to have someone else cook, and a damn good cook at that.

"Yes, let's go home."

Home. It's still an odd word to get used to. Lucanis has not really officially moved into Matt's place, but he might as well have. The only times he is really at his own apartment is to water his plants and get fresh clothes, perhaps grab a book from his bookshelves.

Most nights, he is staying over at Matt's.

"I drove here, so we don't have to worry about catching a cab."

When Matt's ready, Lucanis walks with him to the parking garage, opening the passenger door for Matt to climb inside, and gets in on the driver's side and starts the car.

' heyyy , uh ---- ' voice grates with nerves. strong start , ed. clears his throat. starts again. ' hey , i just , i was wonderin' , if you wanted and i mean it's no pressure if you got plans or you got ---- well , plans , but i just thought maybe we could , we could uh , get dinner tonight? or you can come here , i can cook. not that i'm good at it but i can cook. maybe. '

oh dear god. @demondellamorte

The distraction of the phone ringing is welcomed, then, even if a bit surprising, and he places his book down with the marker in place before picking it up. A smile forms on his lips as he sees it's Eddie that's calling him, and immediately he feels a stirring presence of his demon's attention being awakened.

"EDDIE! VENOM!"

"Aye, Spite! Shush, will you?" Lucanis chides the demon with a frown and answers the phone before it can ring its last ring.

"Hello?"

He pauses as he hears Eddie speak, noting the waver of nervousness in the other man's voice, the way he seems to be rambling and drawing out what he wants to say. It is... awkward, but in an adorable and endearing way, and he can't help the small smile turning up the corners of his lips... was Eddie asking him out on a date?

"Yes! Yes, Eddie, Lucanis says yes! Hi, Venom!"

"Let me answer for myself, will you?" Lucanis snaps with his face away from the phone, staring his demon down for a moment before bringing the phone back to his face.

He’s trying to comfort him

₊˚⊹ a collection of loose poem verses, quotes or lyrics from various books and chansons. most were written originally in portuguese or french, and were translated to english by me. some are extracted from personal poems, as well! they all have some type of religious reference/motif. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst and suggestive! feel free to edit as you see fit.

Got my present wrapped up early

Christmas in July