Stories, Ponderings and All That Jazz

But after Albrecht had left Kalymos with The Devil's Triad, Lyon had noticed the kavat's hairless body got cold easily and had developed a habit of... Well, upsizing and sewing, knitting or crocheting pet outfits to keep them warm.

It was a harmless pastime, and The bald kavat did seem to rather enjoy being dressed in a variety of outfits Drifter... And Loid, just knew Albrecth would... Let's just say, Not think highly of.

Marie and Loid, watching Lyon melt into them like warmed butter after bending over his desk all day.

"...Ah, Monsieur Loid, I fear Monsieur Devil came back from his little soul-searching fight with our drifter somewhat...uh... Over-stimulated?"

"He was, uhm, in full Uriel mode at the time... He bit me."

"...On your... Rear..."

"...oui...why always MY rear..."

"Perhaps, My Dear Lyon, you have the more... Bitable rear of the two of us..."

Amir, once they'd all become more friendly, has turned into quite a lap hog.

Amir, looks at you like a kicked puppy if you try and pull him off his chosen lap while he's enjoying a new game.

Amir, VIBRATES when he's excited.

The papercuts and the bloodthirsty beast that latched onto his fingers every time he got them... Less convenient.

"You just called me a bloodthirsty beast in your head again didn't you."

"Respectfully Monsieur Roathe, you do this overly much."

Songs, and music from every place they visit fills the Triads new home and Marie loves to sway herself to all of it.

Roathe, their Devil, has a very distinct taste, he likes his heavy drums, his soldier music and, apparently, this heavy metal that Drifter sometimes brings from 1999, from their Hex friends.

Lyon, Lyon was difficult, to the point Marie and Roathe had almost made a competition between themselves out of it.

Find the song for the day their Dear Lyon's hips would subconsciously sway and bounce to as he leant over maps, documents etc.

Then play it on repeat and watch the motion until he noticed what they were doing and gave them the kindest stink-eye a grown man could give.

"It was to protect our safety."

"True My Lyon, but our Devil is practically radiant about it."

Lyon: "ftwarmf."

Marie: "Somft."

Roathe: "The fires of hell in my belly are very warm yes."

Marie: "Eveel wormth."

Lyon: "Hmurr, Sonft devil."

Roathe: "As long as we all know where I stand, the being evil and all that."

Somehow she manages to quietly dominate the fuck out of both of them while doing it.

However annoyed he may get with Lyon and Marie, however annoying he might be to Lyon and Marie.

Albrecht gave them to HIM, sure, he said they were there for his repentance, but HE, Roathe, was Orokin, and Albrecht, cut from the same cloth, knew how he would be with them.

Lyon and Marie were Roathe's people now, and he would tease them to hell and back. But Void help any of the demons in that hell if they so much as singed the hair on his people's heads.

If Albrecht had borne a tail, he knew it would regularly have felt it wind its way as possessively around his own waist as Roathe's was currently wound around Master Lyon's.

He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad sign Lyon hadn't realized what that meant yet.

So, if it's an attachment he adds before combat, how close do he and an intimate partner have to be before he allows THEM to strip it off during love-making.

The problem is, as an Orokin, he also never learnt the art of hiding well either, so when Drifter or Operator pop in to ask for his help... Either Lyon or Marie end up going and finding him, or just pointing him out in situations similar to a cat hiding badly at the vet.

Drifter: "Roathe... Are you stuck??"

Roathe, very obviously stuck: "NO!"

Lyon, looking worn out from trying to pull Roathe out: "YES!!"

Marie, coming back with some oil from Loid to make it easier to slide Roathe back out: "Definitely Yes."

Drifter: "Do you want me to transference in and pop out so I can help from the other side."

Lyon: "You push, I pull?"

Roathe: *exhasperated cat-like huffs*

Marie: "... It would help..."