CRY FOR ABSOLUTION

He   is   no   fool  ,   however   oblivious   neglected   pacts   may   render   him  .   He   needs   no   infernal   tongue  ,   no   forked   tail   to   know   the   man  (  ?  )   before   him   is   not   of   normal   circumstance  .   Eddie   has   served   them   well  ,    mended   more   coats   &&.   pants   than   he   can   count  ,   &&.   careful   eyes   have   observed  .   A   cult  ,   he   thinks  .   Satanic  .   Not   far   off  .

On   occasion   he   will   attempt   conversation  .   They   never   talk  .   It’s   become   a   game  he   grows   bored    when   their   attention   remains   fixed   on   anything   else  .   He   tends   to   hum  ,   then  ,   like   he   tends   to   do   with   silent   clients   to   fill   the   void  ,   drive   away   the   intrusive   thoughts  .    There   is   no   room   for   that   in   the   workplace  .

Snip  .   A   grimace  ,   a   sigh  .    He   inherited   his   father’s   anger  ,   the    heavy   fist   that   swings   at   slight   provocation  ,   lips   that   spit   insults   like   dragonfire  .   He   thanks   his   mother   for   her   patience  .

“   Ah  .   Perhaps   you   shouldn’t  .   ”   He   can   say   no   more  .   He   needs   the   money   from   this  .   “   Would   you   mind   returning   those   ?   ”

      MASKED HEAD COCKS, JARRINGLY (it was a miracle his neck didn’t pop with the severity of it). He hasn’t cut any more hair but his hands have yet to move away from Eddie’s so-meticulously kept head of it. It would be so easy to pull. Or to drive the blades into Eddie’s head entirely-- but Papa likes him. His demise wouldn’t be celebrated.

So he wont harm him. (A demon cant help but have a little fun, though)

     HE HAS BEEN STANDING STILL FOR FAR TOO LONG with only his own reflection to entertain him. Eddie moves about him studiously. Measuring here. Pinning there. The occasional comment being made in lighthearted attempts at small talk— but he should know better than to expect a Ghoul to respond. As much as Dewdrop would love to say something aborrhent and watch this pride's eyes WIDEN- the fool isn't apart of the pact. He can't, won't comprehend infernal tongue.

Just as he can't comprehend the forked tail flicking impatiently behind Dew. If he could he would truly understand the extent of his client's impatience.

Alas, Eddie has not a cue beyond his cold gaze and the thick tension in the air.

The appointment continues to drag on and Eddie is babbling about— something (maybe he's singing. Dewdrop has long tuned out by now) when something catches the demon's eye. Fabric sheers. Left conveniently on a little tray just within arms reach (meant for Eddie, but Dewdrop is small enough that even while standing at full height on a stool he can snag the scissors easily).

Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it Father, you fought me, 'cause I didn't care            

NAMELESS GHOUL. NAMELESS GHOUL. NAMELESS GHOUL

  &    @dewceit​    ;    one  liners

     ❛      what  do  you  —-            what  do  you  have  in  your  mouth  ?!       ❜