CRY ABOUT IT

“Blitzo.” He said, still leaning back a bit, “And really? You seemed to be kissing fine for the most part but perhaps don’t force yourself to kiss someone you don’t know?”

He let out a low huff before tugging at her hair and hands a bit, “How about I lead this time? I’ll show you how to properly kiss without it feeling forced. You’ll be a really good kisser by the time I’m down with you!”

He said it was if he was proud. And he was, weirdly. His chest puffed out, grinning wide as his eyes twinkled slightly before placing a hand against her cheek and the other around her waist, tugging her close and sealed his lips against hers once more.

y’know ,  for a demon ,  she seems awfully innocent when it comes down to the matter of carnal desires .   at his discretion ,  hands and hair unravel  &&.  grant him ample mobility ,  to which is INSTANTLY REGRETTED ,  at least for the first few seconds .   now it’s her turn to be enraptured ,  captive in someone else’s vice  &&.  saddled up against hips for a sudden ride of oral capacity .

white ,  all she sees is a burning bleak white that blinds her ,  melts her senses away into nothing but touch ,  taste ,  &&.  smell .   eyes shut ,  clearly outmatched for her now heightened sensivities that overwhelm  &&.  overstimulate her now trembling form .   body caves ,  falls oddly flush  &&.  weak against blitzo’s hold that keeps her embraced against him .   impish delight squanders her previous confidence in what seems to be a pulsating temptation held frequented to lips ,  his own ?   she can’t tell ,  only that it’s pressed against her  &&.  intoxicating .

jaws slowly part to breathe ,  to exhale against the air ,  only to find a snake venturing into her eden .   whites slowly twist into darkness ,  into seething arrays of color behind her eyes ,  like hot irons cast into her temples  &&.  pressed down deeper for someone to excavate later .   a sound escapes ,  frail  &&.  barely audible beyond her occupied jowls ,  that which offers a numbing taste of addictives  &&.  doctor’s sweets to the leader of their shared liplock .

buer barely finds focus ,  drowning in this sense of being held so tender yet stolen away like a treasure upon grasping hands ,  of slithering limb exploring her passive maw as she fumbles her own fatty glob of flesh around like a child playing with their food on their plate .   confusion settles into something more ,  a scrumptious heat that builds in her chest  &&.  slowly trails lower as finally noni finds her footing in the situation .   tongue tussles back ,  washes over in blissful hunger that medicates both her  &&.  hopefully HIS desires .

Whoa whoa WHOA! Blitzo’s hands gripped her shoulders before pushing her back slightly, head tilting away from her lips, “H-Hey! Listen! I don’t know you like! You can’t just come up and randomly kiss me!”

Normally he wouldn’t complain but he didn’t know this person really and they’re just all up on him, kissing and gripping at him. He didn’t really push him away but he didn’t pull her closer either, “Why not tell me your name first then I’ll decide if I wanna kiss ya or not.”

a stifled grunt ,  chuffed like a lion as the smaller deity scuffles back a step at the newfound shoveled space between them .   ( she hasn’t let go ,  but she’s not barreling forward against his graces to try again either .   seems they’re in mutual understanding . )   goetian beauty stutters ,  hesitates on words ,  unsure of how to properly form words without spilling all her credentials .   what name does she give ?   does he already know of the outcast’s background ,  of how fellow royals see her no more than a scabbed nuisance of their history ?   buer ponders just how hairbrained she is in general ,  or maybe she lingers too long on the aftermath of euphoria previous attempts to kiss brings .

Oh, this lady had some guts, rare to see, fun to watch, the Imp’s eyes would watch her movement, tail idly swaying behind him, a stray piece of of hay that was being used to pick something from his teeth would now be tossed aside, hands resting upon his belt, a snake like smirk curled upon the corners of his mouth

“I dunno, I just might, nice t’hear a pretty thing like yerself just ‘shame I don’t gotta drink on hand while listenin’.” He would state, However he would lean back “But if makes yerself feel any better, ‘Yeehaw’ yerself tiny.”

“ tiny ,  ain’t that sweet .   no need t’ self impose on me ,  saltlick . ”             cruel ,  she liked them like that ,  someone who could easily cut her down when she felt like smart mouthing the morose  &&.  quick tempered .   seeing his flick away his gnawing plaything earns a rise of brows ,  of thick fur-like lumps that only wash away disdain  &&.  replace negativity with a playful anecdote .   GAME ON ,  LUMPKINS .

“ don’t really need a drink when you’re eyeing down the only oasis f’er miles .   funny how the deserted never realize how close they are to their life’s end in dire situations .   ’s almost sentimental ! ”             carnivorous smile stretches as she watches striker adjust himself  &&.  relax even further ,  treating this little back  &&.  forth like a game children play  --  not even worth his time .   without lie ,  that certainly earns a verbose scoff from the goetia ,  a signature gesture that she doesn’t quite appreciate being nudged aside like some annoying child asking for sweets .

oh ,  did the imp REALLY want the greeting of the goetian royals’ worst in line ?   long lashes flush once in a slow blink ,  the thick glossy shine of lip gloss  ( or was that just a natural sheen of spit )  glinting as she adjusts her stance ,  large hand coming to hip as hourglass figure cocks its weigh out towards one side .   well for starters ,  this rough  &&.  rowdy yeehaw man was certainly staring all too obviously for the likes of a  ‘ royalty hater ’  to just simply sweep under a rug .

gaze keeps its preening amicable sharpness as jaws move ,  unhinge to speak under sweet falsettos that purr those same velvety tones one might find a succubus whispering now  &&.  again .             “ you heard me ,  rope-burn .   gonna make me repeat myself ,  gonna make a pretty little thing like me have to greet you twice ,  maybe thrice if you’re feelin’ intimate ? ”

“ your call ,  chucklefuck . ”

Name: BUER ( nicknamed noni ,  short for previous nickname bonnie )

Age: born from the 16th century grimoire

Species: GOETIAN DEMON  ( lesser demon / spirit ,  low class )

Gender/Pronouns:  she /  they /  it

Affiliations: none / unaffiliated with fellow goetians ,  IF AT ALL USUSALLY KNOWN AS THE RUNT / DISAPPOINTMENT IN THE GOETIAN HIERARCHY

Abilities: METAMORPHOSIS :  capability to switch between bipedal humane - resemblance form  &&  full goetian appearance  ( simply a head with five legs in every direction ) BOTANICAL GROWTHS :  can spit seedlings  ( like one would spit out watermelon seeds )  that once hit the soil can grow at exceedingly otherwise exponentially alarming / impossible rates ,  usually used merely for food or to tangle others in ivy HEALING SALVE :  saliva is like an ointment to demons and mortals alike ,  one application of such can nourish / alleviate mental or physical weakness / pains ,  only temporary like a dose of painkiller  -  not a permanent solution ,  humans often treat such like an addiction towards painkillers / alcohol DEMONIC STRENGTH :  able to crush rocks in their palm ,  bend metal ,  yet somehow amidst a high pain tolerance and ability to withstand fatal blows  ( without holy blessing ) ,  is easily bruised / wounded  &&  while they can sustain heavy injury ,  this WILL slow them down exponentially ARCHERY PROFICIENCY :  extremely accurate shooter ,  though prefers simplistic weaponry such as bow  &&  arrow as opposed to guns or knives .   can hit a bullseye / pin-point hole from up to miles away and from rough terrain .

Personality:  relaxed ,  archaic  ( uncultured / not up to date ) ,  go with the flow ,  charismatic ,  direct / forward / upfront  ( will NOT sugarcoat anything ) ,  unafraid of circumstances  -  death  -  or consequences of their actions  ( mentality of  " if this is the end ,  then so be it " ) ,  dissociative ,  sentimental ,  chaotic ,  somber

Biography: BUER ,  the "great president of hell"  ( or so they're called in the living world ) ,  is supposedly a goetian spirit with the command of fifty legions under their belt .   IN REALITY ,  BUER  -  or noni as she prefers to be called  -  is a relaxed nomad of a goetian deity that cares little to nothing towards their presence in hell or towards gaining respect for their position in the hierarchy .   they are assumedly akin to a hippie ,  a vagabond demon merely wandering the rings without so much as a place to their name or a single dollar bill to what they do .   think of them like poison ivy from the batman series ;  philosopher of moral standing and completely one with their vegetation / growths ,  yet are only motivated by their own whims or desires .

noni doesn't practice her goetian magic beyond that of her healing or plants ,  merely exploring hell through every corner like its a playground for her to go wading through .   ( relate to the tranquility lane simulation in vault 112 from FALLOUT 3 ,  thinks everyone and everything is just something for her to interact with and experiment possible situations with .   believes very firmly in the butterfly effect and although never cares for what path her choices take her down ,  be them negative or positive consequences ,  she's always delighted to see the trickle down of cause and effect . )

Appearance: ( FULL DEMON FORM resembles that of a lion's head with five protrusions of goat's legs as its only limbs . )   

            having been the orphaned child of a biological warfare between divorced parents ,  the mutant harnesses wildly irrational but semi-logical genetic revisions . 

-    hair is now a piece of her subconscious  &&.  alive ,  reacts like a third limb ,  expresses itself through emotions much like a mute might ,  ape-like in expressiveness -    saliva is as thick as glue ,  makes for a good applicant with the strength somewhere in between duct tape and gorilla glue -    incomprehensible strength ,  although bruises easily  &&.  obtains injuries w a high pain tolerance with high susceptibility to illness  &&.  disease ,  can lockjaw like a crocodile  &&.  bend metals with bare hands  -    night vision ,  can see in the dark ,  however has poor sense of depth / spacial awareness -    oversized hands ,  possibly larger than the size of her head .   comparable to gorilla proportionality

“Exactly!”

“I-I’m Alastor…but…there are a few of those…already r-running around, so…I usually go by F-Frosty instead.”

Her hand is taken, shaken, and then let go in a respectfully timely manner, with him only glancing at her for a second to see exactly what she looks like.

“P-p-pleased t-to meet you, Noni!”

            “ alastor ,  huh ?   i mean ,  if’fin y’er wan’nin FROSTY as a name ‘nstead ,  i can do that .   still ,  ‘m glad i met you now rather than by my usual standards . ” something tells her bull-rushing to headbutt this fella would’ve resulted in a less than ideal impact compared to their current standing .   “mortal” soul scratches a clawed finger at her cheek ,  watches as frosty flicks their gaze over her once as a means of identifying her features ,  only to stammer out a confirmation of pleasures exchanged .   hand waves up ,  still somewhat frostbitten from simple handshake .

            “ naw ,  don’ be so formal !   i’m glad t’ meet you too ‘n all ,  snowman ,  but bein’ all prim  &&.  proper like this jus’ makes it seem like i’m interviewin’ you for my next best friend position ,  like how cartoons used t’uh hold auditions for besties --   y’know the drill . ”

Mad cackles reverberated through the very air as eight eyed sights followed the barreling ball of fluff. “ There was no tellin’ what'cha were gonna do to these boots! ” Angel responded with a drop of his leg, “ They’re ONE OF A KIND! ” Nonetheless, he walked over to the mass and crossed his arms with a dramatic bend at the waist. “ Not that ya would’ve hit me any SOFTER that THAT, but youse ‘aight, doll? ”

pain subsides eventually ,  especially when the soft scent of sugary fur nears  &&.  leers overhead in genuine concern .   rough  &&.  tumble size sits up ,  rubs an oversized hand at her face ,  only to pat awkwardly to ensure no freckles were lost to the damage .   seeing as none are ,  or so she assumes ,  glossy eyes still strewn with the remnants of pain-bided tears blink away the haze of headache from her throbbing temples .

            “ mm ?   yeah ,  ‘m fine now .   ehehe  --     you called me doll though ,  tha’s cute . ” unused to such somber sayings compared to the usual vitriol she’d often hear slung her way ,  noni begins her straightening of posture ,  of standing back onto her own two booted feet that eventually give a scuff to the floor out of mock defeat .   drat ,  no shoe gnawing today .             “ y’er ANGEL DUST ,  right ?   i’m noni ,  not really a demon  --  jus’ some wayward soul in between living ‘n bein’ banned from all regions ‘a god’s creation . ”