Dantalion

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    Throughout the mind-numbing painful hysteria that wracked him William could hear that deep, soothing voice calling to him, felt the warmth of hands smoothing over his skin in an attempt to comfort. He did not speak for he could not trust his words, his own voice too uneven to allow such a luxury as clarity. Instead he clung to his lover, fingers digging into the fabric of his garments without care that he was surely causing them damage by way of his rapidly changing nails. Past the searing pain which had overtaken each and every joint and caused every muscle to burn he felt those hands begin to undress him. It wouldn’t do to have his own clothing ruined by his transformation to come.

                  Unable to properly thank the man his kindness, William continued to hold fast to him as he fought the haze taking over his mind. With every quickened breath the ache within intensified, growing and centering towards conclusion. The places over his flesh that had once felt itchy and raw were tingling now, alive with sudden hair growth unbeknownst to the boy. He kept his focus, or what little he had, on Dantalion and his hands, the gentleness of their touch in spite of the blonde’s panic. Fingers twitched and clenched to fabric tighter, until there came a sudden and deep, hollow crack which reset his knuckles with such intensity he finally gave in and cried out as he was forced to release his grip.

                  “I don’t want to! I don’t want to anymore!” the boy hollered his pleas at his lover. His eyes were filled with fear, fear of the pain which was still just a dull ache compared to how intense it would soon become. This was the true purpose for William’s constant insistence to keep sedatives on his person at all times; it was not because of his parents worry over him becoming exposed, but rather his own fright over the anguish of a conscious transformation. The night creature could see that fear now, for as William pleaded with him tears streamed down his cheekbones, which were already becoming more pronounced. “Please, it hurts!” he cried, as though he had lost all the bravery he’d boasted just minutes ago in his asking that his vampiric lover watch over his fit.

                  William was still so young.

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   Dan tugged his phone out of his pocket, eyeing the thing to see what was making noise now.  It was useful and convenient, but it was still less useful than his magic.  And he’d rather just go to Will than call him or text him.  But he learned it for knowledge’s sake and might as well use it since Will seemed fond of the different bits and bobbles. He eyed the little blue bird icon, he didn’t follow more than a couple people and usually it was reblogs from Will.  Shrugging and thumbing it open, he clicked his tongue as his eyes darted over the tweet.  When had that little imp been snapping his picture first of all, and second what the heck.  He tipped his head enough to narrow his eyes at the impetuous little blond, he huffed visibly, head turning up in a scoff as he turned away. 

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     Dan didn’t even try to bat at the napkin, one eye closed as it bounced off his face.  He just chuckled and tucked it into his own cup, standing to lean past Will to toss the cup into the trash, brushing the other male with a smirk on his face as he straightened back into his own space. 

    “Oh, of course, ready to leave if you are!”

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    As usual, William lead the way, guiding his companion in the direction of the closets Tube entrance. The boy was quiet a long while, confidently walking along the busy sidewalk with a timely pace. He all but ignored Dantalion, content to retreat into his own mind, contemplation of their planned venture up north and what trinkets they would require his main focus. But after a long while a slender, pale hand did reach for the larger, olive toned appendage. Wordlessly William took Dantalion by the hand, refusing to afford him even a glance as he did. The self-absorbed little thing - William was truly greedy with his affections, his want for attention in the most subtle of ways. It mattered not. The mutual touch was far more important here. Fingers were laced, their grip cemented. They continued to walk.

                  A conversation was struck at some point, William making a little off comment which turned into a small discussion. A bit of interesting news about the most recent space discovery, one about the asteroid which had passed Earth by not long before. It was said to have been the first confirmed object from outside of their solar system. A worthy discussion piece for these two science minded lovers.

   He was content to hover around to the back and side of the younger male as they strolled.  His eyes occasionally roving as he tried to guess what the other was thinking about, his own mind running between the fun they could have and the potential issues they could encounter.  Local entities, best secluded places that may still exist since his last visit....He noticed the other slowing enough to reach for him with a smile and easily wound their hands together, easily matching his stride to the younger male.  

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    Dantalion couldn’t help but let the smile spread into a happy grin, even as Will was cautious in taking his arm.  He was already watching for people, as the younger male had made a big deal about the current era’s rule and stupidity about relationships.  But it was important to his contractor, so he would abide. 

    With his own night cloths in the room he rarely ever utilized, Dantalion shrugged and settled for stripping off his jacket and shirt, carelessly tossing them over the back of the chair at the desk for the morning.  He flopped onto the bed hard enough he bounced a bit and settled with his head pillowed on his arm to watch Will finish with his routine.  He still wore a small smile when the other studied the unused bed across the room, content enough in the invitation he received to not start pouting.  Instead he wiggled and rolled as he tugged the comforter he had sprawled across down so they could get at the sheets beneath.

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    Eventually William returned to the demon lying in wait upon his bed, pulling his nightshirt closed and buttoning it as he went. He stopped just short of the bedside, his hands seemingly forgetting the last two buttons at the top of his chosen garment for the evening, leaving Dantalion with the barest hint of a tantalizing view of soft milky skin beneath blue silk. Slender arms came to cross over that chest, the boy staring down at his guest with chin up and eyelids lowered with a cold gaze. There was impatience there, a hint of offense only offered for show, as if to ask why the demon had felt so bold to take over his bed without permission first granted. William was not upset in the least, but this was his way. This was their game.

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    William honestly felt like gagging. Of all the positively gaudy, awkward things to say! Dantalion just had to let his obnoxious sentimentality get the better of him and spew daft things like that. While the remark didn’t necessarily trigger a gag reflex, it did cause the boy to groan, complete with a full roll of his eyes and the absurdity.

                  “I should order you back to Hell for that,” William complained, though he did little in the way of protest. After getting out the flustered anger his temper had sparked the blonde was just a little more subdued, calmer. It didn’t mean it was happy by any stretch, but this was better than anticipated. At least Dantalion wasn’t making more cross dressing suggestions. William could be grateful for that. But there was still one matter unsolved. “Want to tell me why you suddenly felt the urge to barge into my room unannounced?”

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     Dan had to hide a grin in the puff of the pillow he was squeezing at the over done groan.  His eyes staying wide and innocent looking, he let the stuffing muffle the snarky tone of “But you wont!” in response to the empty threat.  It came out more of muted question than the declaration it was.  He had to lower it, tugging at the fabric, as he considered the question.

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    “I’m about to return to sender,” the blonde muttered under his breath and with a roll of his eyes he tossed a balled up napkin at Dantalion’s grinning face. William got to his feet, gathering his book and moving to toss his cup in the nearby waste bin. Before the demon  had enough time to work himself up into a fit, William apprised the table, and peered down at his overly enthusiastic lover over the large frames of his sunglasses, his book tucked against his chest.

                  “Well?” he said, his voice sharp and expectant as his expression. “Are we going to the shop or not?”

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     Dan didn’t even try to bat at the napkin, one eye closed as it bounced off his face.  He just chuckled and tucked it into his own cup, standing to lean past Will to toss the cup into the trash, brushing the other male with a smirk on his face as he straightened back into his own space. 

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    A pillow was launched at the demon once again, this time finally making it’s mark with a hard yet fluffy thunk to the back of Dantalion’s head. At his bedside stood the frowning brat he called master, arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed in a glare aimed in the Duke’s direction.

                  ”Exactly what do you equate the term ‘piss off’ to? 'Come on in and lets have a chat about the weather’? What kind of an idiot are you?” The snide commentary was hardly sincere, only a little spiteful. William was still very much annoyed that he had been caught during his little experimentation with his own comfort level, and certainly he didn’t fancy the one to catch him in the act was Dantalion of all people. Were it Mycroft or Isaac he could plead for their silence. Were it Camio he would merely chuckle and vacate, and Sytry would laugh but more than likely end the evening in a dress of his own and William would have gained a bit more knowledge into the small nuances of cross-dressing. But no, it had to be Dantalion. The big idiot meat head who enjoyed frills and lace as much as he did leather and armor. What luck…

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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    Immediately in response to the lewd comment, William shot the demon a harsh glare. It wasn’t truly that he was offended by the idea - by no means had he remained a virtuous flower during their relationship - but rather the look was a warning that Dantalion had better shut his mouth lest William do it for him. At times he swore the man found a rich form of amusement in the differences between their cultures, for England was still so proper and speaking such obscenities in public was unacceptable. He exected Dantalion’s culture had been quite different, when it had existed, that was. The man probably got away with whatever he wanted and no one batted an eyelash. Rotten old god.

                  “Or,” he declared, a short pause in between,”I could use my keys to sacrifice you to your fellow ancient deities.”

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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    “You absolute lech!” William exclaimed and he struggled to remove himself from Dantalion’s hold. He shoved at his chest, closed fists pounded upon the demons back, yet nothing seemed to so much as phase him. Eventually the boys protests quieted - it was silly to imagine someone of his size and strength could hope to overpower Dantalion’s own. So it wasn’t long before his temper fizzled out and his body grew still. He allowed Dantalion to hold his frame against his own, to coddle him as he always insisted upon doing. Throughout, William’s visage held a clear and distinct pout. He did truly hate to lose and somehow having the Duke see him fooling around in drag and so openly showing his acceptance and suport of it felt like losing.

                  He sighed and slowly his hands came up to grip gently at the material of Dantalion’s jacket.

                  “Get off already, will you?” he complained, though far calmer than before. It would appear the fight had been drained out of him in the aftermath of his discovery. “And close the door, you idiot, before we’re seen.”

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     Dantalion held him thru the aggression, not even flinching at the ineffective flailing.  When William had quieted to just clutching his jacket, he nuzzled his head lightly and straightened up.  "Only letting go because no one else gets to see you this way."  He moved back over to the door he had left open in his haste to sooth the little elector.  Closing it firmly and pointedly throwing the lock, he leaned in a alluring pose against the door, but with a playful expression on his face.

Title:  The Language of the Soul Fandom: Makai Ouji/Empire of Corpses Rating: PG Pair: William Twining & Friday Characters: William Twining, Friday Wordcount: 948 Summary: A conversation between two friends begins with the question of a name.

Dedicated to @soulsavaged​. Feel better soon, my dear!

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“Being able to bathe at my leisure is very important to me, you know.” And she did love her baths very much. “Humans are full of follies. Maybe one day they’ll be able to make up for the loss of all that knowledge.” Astaroth lounged across the couch and crossed her legs.

“Besides hot water, I suppose having a chef trained in all sorts of cuisine is nice.” She was by no means starved as Egyptian royalty but demon cooks had more skill under their belts.

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Isaac raised an eyebrow. Was that all? Truly, the demon duke could easily just ask him what William likes whenever they pass by the halls or classroom, instead of being so secretive about it. Although it probably wasn’t surprising to the red-head, demons tend to act differently compared to humans. Isaac can understand that.

“Is that? Hm…well…William likes to read a lot, so books are a safe gift. He also likes sweets, if you give him a birthday cake, I’m sure he’ll appreciate that too. Writing utensils, hell, I think you can give him flowers and he’ll appreciate it.”

Based on his own experiences, William wasn’t exactly hard to shop for, it was just figuring out what’s already in his best friend’s possession. Hopefully, what he provided will be enough for Dantalion to go off.

“I hope that’s that answer you’re looking for. William isn’t hard to shop for. At least based on my own experiences. He may seem picky, but really he likes almost anything you give him.”

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