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pinnikolai ❛❛ pik ❜❜ ( they/it ), a dep. brain child for descentintohellhqs. est. november 2020. treasured ( albeit terrorized ) by t ( any pronouns, 29, mst ).
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They never would've thought that an angel's comfort would be in the forefront of their mind and yet, there they were, noticing every single movement, glance, twitch of face muscles that could change an expression. "Pay no mind to Artem, he's a miserable old beast. You'll notice him lurking about, simply ignore him." Only pay attention to me. The door closed beside them, and Kiyan began to understand the look of awe with which Pik had glanced back at him, well, not him, but him. And for a moment, he felt naked. Vulnerable. Ashamed, even, of the state of his soul the angel was so obviously inspecting in that moment. He smiled. Or at least tried, to soothe them. "Surprise...?"
every soul was precious to the angel, and to witness kiyan’s in its current state was heartwrenching—a flickering light in a silent cave, fragile and needing safeguarding. ( or perhaps that’s just how pinnikolai would see it. ) their movement draws its eyes from the trance, features softening as it catches their smile, or tried one, noticing that they seem to be more concerned with how it’s feeling despite everything. ❛❛ [ ... ] yes. it is. ❜❜ they affirm before closing the space. hand not holding the plants already up and hovering in front of his chest, emitting a faint glow and radiating heat. ❛❛ may i ? ❜❜ they beg, meaning to block the breeze—a strong wall of warmth to promote healing. their magic was weaker in this realm by design. a powerful cocktail of sheer will and, well, kiyan, keeping their battery going. but it needed to do something. and this wouldn’t take much.
the puppy seems to be quite pleased to make pinnikolai's acquaintance — her tail continues to wag as they pick her up , causing her entire body to wiggle once she is nestled in its lap . ❛ i know you would not have done this without wanting to , but still . ❜ thanking his friend is the very least he can do and pik is not going to stop him from doing so . ❛ did you just turn the packaging into plant fertilizer ? that is smart , you could save the earth . ❜ cosimo teases as he steps closer to the two of them , taking a seat across from the seraphim as it gasps . ❛ i am so not going to apologize . you brought the fucking bows , now you have to deal with my reaction . ❜ but the grin on his lips is gentle and nefeli licks at pik's nose when they kiss her head . very content . the answer seems genuine and it warms his heart , more than he can say . ❛ i am pleased to hear that , pik . i truly am . ❜ one hand reaches out to squeeze its shoulder before he shrugs . ❛ improving . good . i cannot complain . ❜ a mixture of answers , but each of them is true . ❛ but that conversation can wait . ❜ the last thing he wants to do is to ruin this moment .
the archangel’s return draws its gaze, stardust-blended browns meeting his mismatched with a heartfelt nod. the hellhound puppy’s wiggles elicit a nose-crinkling grin, its eyes softening with her infectious enthusiasm. his tease ignites the golden flecks in their eyes, a playful smirk decorating their features. ❛❛ that responsibility falls to the mortals. but that doesn’t mean i can’t be of some assistance, ❜❜ pik affirms, voice gentle, curious if their confidant’s views on the mundane realm or its creatures had changed at all over the centuries. ❛❛ i believe they could certainly use it. ❜❜ cosimo’s refusal to apologize is foreseeable and prompts a hearty chuckle, cut short by a kiss on their nose. the seraph giggles, scratching nefeli’s head, shaking their own in amusement. ❛❛ i did bring them—and if little miss likes them, i’ll just have to bring even more, won’t i ? or just some more [ ... ] tnt ! ❜❜ attention shoots to the box, setting the bows down between them and pulling a red squeaky toy from it resembling a stick of dynamite, rolling it across to tap cosimo’s knee for nefeli. pinnikolai playfully shuts its eyes and sticks its fingers in its ears, reopening them after a human heartbeat. his gesture is met with a look of comfort, his shrug and answers: inquiry. ❛❛ that’s [ ... ] curious, ❜❜ pik notes, sorting and storing each answer individually, painfully aware of the rarity for either of them to feel unable to complain, let alone both simultaneously. ❛❛ and wonderful. ❜❜ it adds, studying him before returning to the puppy. ❛❛ i’ve yet to see leora and aurelius to congratulate them, but i plan to when they’ll have me. do you know how they and her siblings are doing ? ❜❜

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pik arrives, cradling a hand-painted box of sweet somethings, stepping lightly through the mansion’s backyard, gliding to the back door and inside naturally. the first thing they notice is that the house is still—an ordinary stillness, yet enough to make them pause. stardust-blended browns sweep the quiet as they head to the kitchen. ❛❛ vi ? bells ? romeo ? are you here ? ❜❜ they call out gently, moving through and placing the box down on a countertop with care. what lied inside the box ? a trove of homemade cake pops from ms. p for the medici’s, a treasure it’s eager for @elysiium to savor. ❛❛ ♪ i’ve a little surprise for you. ♪ ❜❜
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it's an adorable sight , one that makes it hard to tell which one of them is more excited to meet the other . nefeli wags her tail as she dashes toward the seraph and she seems to be rather pleased to nibble the piece of raw meat whilst having her ears scratched . cosimo chuckles as he watches the two , shaking his head in amusement . ❛ you didn't have to . ❜ which does not mean that the archangel doesn't appreciate it very , very much — and the hellhound does too . her head perks up once she notices the surprise in pinnikolai's voice , tail wagging again . . . even if he groans . ❛ fucking bows . of course . this is brilliant . my wife is going to be delighted . ❜ isabella too , nefeli would not even have a choice . ❛ whatever you do , say nay . ❜ he tells the puppy as he steps closer , watching her as she sniffs them . ❛ thank you , pik . ❜ the blond pauses , mismatched eyes moving to one of his closest friends . an understatement , really . ❛ how have you been ? ❜
admittedly, once nefeli was within reach, it was never going to be easy to regain pik’s focus. the seraph settles down on the floor beside her, scooping her up and nestling her in its lap, hands gently brushing her back. yet, their brother’s voice- not voice, chuckle, strikes a very tender cord within, as it would, that has eyes shooting up to meet his lovingly, a grin forming. ❛❛ it was really more of a pleasure and an honor than a task. ❜❜ they assure, keeping their gaze in the archangel’s. fingers had already freed the bows from their packaging, tossing the waste over their shoulder, appearing as plant fertilizer as it leaves the angel’s hands landing in another location, and they begin playing with the accessory’s elasticity, showing nefeli inquiringly, humming and cooing to her as fingers comb through fur. cosimo’s reaction draws an affectionate laugh from pik, following a soft gasp as palms move to cover the puppy’s ears, mouth agape in mock surprise. ❛❛ you’re going to stand there, in front of her and me, the one who brought the fucking bows, and tell me that violet is the only one who can appreciate how darling and deadly she’d be with them in her hair ? no, i won’t accept that. apologize. ❜❜ it kisses the top of her head, hands slipping from ears to caress the sides of her face and return to her back. his question shifts their focus. while they keep him updated regularly, they don’t always get to share moments like this. they acknowledge it but don’t linger, too busy savoring it. ❛❛ i’ve been [ ... ] very content. ❜❜ it recognizes, its smile spreading in thought over the events of the past several months. the air around pinnikolai is loving, honest. it’s always this way in cosimo’s presence, even at their worst. ❛❛ how about you ? ❜❜
There was a knock on the door and after a moment, a shadow appeared in the hallway opening to the entrance hall, slowly assuming the form of a man with black, slicked back hair, deep and dark circles under their eyes with a few lines on their face that depicted not their age, as they were an immortal damned soul of the underworld, but more their state of utter apathy towards their servitude for the leader of the castle. Their wrinkled hand froze mid-reach towards the door handle when Kiyan appeared hurrying down the stairs and waving at his butler dismissively.
"Go away, you wretched thing! Shoo! By the Devil, you're hideous!" Artem slid back into the shadows with only a soft hum of offense, though Kiyan couldn't care less as he stopped, fixed his hair and clothes and then opened the door. He hated how he liked the feeling of whatever was happening in his chest at the sight of the angel standing in front of him. "You came!" He stated the obvious, then stood back to let them enter, only noticing the flowers in their hand a moment later. "Oh, you sweet thing, you shouldn't have-"
eyes were skimming the entrance, idly tracing intricate designs when muffles emerged from the other side. a brow arches, focus trailing down to the ornate door handle as it jostles, and the very instant kiyan falls into view, a wave of euphoria, his greeting summoning their smile. ❛❛ yes ! i- [ ... ] i hope this isn’t a bad time. ❜❜ they watch him as he steps back, following him in, head turning, still watching. though the interior had been presented to them, kiyan, himself, and the air of whatever just happened had pinnikolai glancing toward the shadows, where that air had trailed off in, before looking back to him. only the two eyes had strayed to follow that feeling. the others have been wide open, dissecting them, affectionately, like a specimen under scrutiny. that glimmer- it was [ ... ] him. unmistakably so. no. no, no. not him. him. ❛❛ your soul [ ... ] ❜❜ the angel interrupts. lips part as its eyes grow to gaze endlessly into theirs, wanting a closer look. ❛❛ it’s true ? ❜❜ its voice is heavy with concern, brows knitting, hearing the hurt, remaining motionless, staring.
There was a low, satisfied hum coming from the demon while they listened to the words of flattery, and watched the enchanted snowflakes dancing in the reflection of the angel's eyes. "I don't know what you think you might earn with all this praise, but it's working. Keep 'em coming." Perhaps they didn't have any hidden meaning behind the compliments, but to Envy, pure intent wasn't easy to place much confidence in. Such was the skepticism of one that dwelt in the underworld. Pik was right about the sheer grandeur of Kiyan's parties. The mere thought of having to throw a ball more lavish than the one they were attending in that moment, sent a bolt of nerves across his body. Not to get a one-up on the King of Hell, no. He wasn't competitive in that way. It was simply the only way his envy would be sated. But, that was a plan for another time.
It was almost embarrassing how taken Kiyan felt by them, their hitched breaths and wide eyes, the way both of their bodies fell into the rhythm of their waltz. Dancing became second nature to them. As if they'd been going through the same choreography for millennia. The question that fell from the angel's lips prompted his smile into a grin, intrigued by the answer already in his mind. Desire was the very thing that came hand in hand with his sin. It was innate. It was easy to grab onto. It was even easier to contort and corrupt. But Kiyan wasn't made up of his sin alone. Pinnikolai would remind him time and time again. "...Their dreams." He answered after a while, not afraid of the way their conversation wasn't private at all. One could argue desire and dream were one and the same. He would counter that the two were sisters, albeit one a lot louder than the other. But that was the nature of siblings.
the demon’s hum ripples through its chest, eyes lidding slightly as it absorbs the vibrations. searching his gaze, upon his return, comfort gradually gives way to concern, brows furrowing. that wasn’t the first time he suggested that pinnikolai might be near him for something that it hopes to gain, or along the lines of; ill intent. to kiyan’s credit, it hasn’t been very plainspoken about its intentions, finding it easier to express them through its actions, and what it was trying to convey here was far grander than just a desire for a single dance with him. ❛❛ i’m an angel; i don’t need to be incentivized to speak the truth. but i can do it louder. ❜❜ they confirm, the stars in their eyes burning brighter. attention lingers on the sin lovingly as they thought. their answer ignites its curiosity, the smile on its face fading. brows knit gently as it studies them. yes. pinnikolai agreed. the two were quite different—and from their time watching mortals, their notes would tell you passion is what they’ve ascertained from desire, and dream: hope. both dangerous but vital, as the absence of either could weaken the human soul. the sin’s essence pours out in his choices, compelling them to stare. loving kiyan had been easy for pik. all of kiyan. quickly. ( perhaps that’s why this has been so bracing. ) and yet [ ... ] he could be lying in hopes of gaining something himself ? but that just doesn’t make it in; thoughts already filled to the brim with what they want: simply him. hidden wings had already folded down in quiet surrender. it doesn’t forget where they are; in fact, it’s what encourages it. the only thing it fears being not expressing how it feels. eyes fall upon them in a turn, whispers and glances as the angel kneels down before the demon. dress tails and turncoats move around, creating space as more beings take notice, the dance floor stilling, music halting. a deadset gaze on hell’s floor, with the grip on his hand keeping as gentle as it had before their disruption. soft caress of his thumb, then its slipping to set on its knee properly. another moment [ ... ] before eyes are moving back up to find kiyan’s.

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the soothing whistle of the teapot, blending with the peaceful sound of the adjacent stream, produced a symphony of calm in the treehouse’s bustling kitchen. pik moved efficiently, transitioning seamlessly between culinary tasks, eagerly anticipating not one but two particular dragons’ visit in the woods today. they hadn’t seen vasilkaera since she had her baby, lacey, and relocated to hell. thoughts were devoid of opinion, centered solely on getting to actually meet the little one and relish in both of their presence. organizing the snacks and pouring the tea, the seraphim idly mimicked that soothing whistle to hear the song again, promptly stopping to hum, sensing @likestvrlight’s energy, sparking anticipation with a smile, awaiting her imminent knock or appearance.
each careful step along the icy riverbank echoes in the frozen river’s hush. the angel comes to a gentle stop before a clearing between wiry branches, then turns toward the river to pay witness to an intoxicating view. the unseelie lands seldom saw pinnikolai; tonight’s allure ? the lands’ desolate beauty [ ... ] until @likestvrlight’s presence cuts through—the sudden recognition compelling them to turn, feeling more fated to be there. ❛❛ emilian- ! ❜❜ comes out as naturally as if the two were both still standing in heaven [ ... ] then tightens into reserve, studying him dividedly. ❛❛ [ ... ] hello. ❜❜ it resets. it’s not emilian. it’s not even heaven. its still shaken from past encounters with lost siblings; memories yet to be retained encouraging caution. but it feels safe here with him. pik freezes momentarily, swallowing hesitantly, before their stature yields and a softer smile returns. ❛❛ i’ve missed you. ❜❜
They almost felt a sense of remorse creeping up in their stomach at how easy it was to lie to the angel. They didn't even think twice about it. Didn't look for telling signs that Envy was lying. Didn't even assume it was a possibility that a demon could lie. They would've been so easy to manipulate. Not that Envy felt the need to. He liked them as they were. "Good." They repeated, that unsure smile of theirs forming into a gentle one. Perhaps Envy himself would be easy to manipulate if it was a sweet little angel doing it to him. They would never know.
A soft laugh escaped him at the sight of Pik's reaction to his question. "Indeed, there are many things one may want to do to another, no matter however intense." His breath caught in his throat as he felt the angel's thumb caress over his own. It was such a small gesture, and it was the gentleness of it that made Envy feel like all time had frozen again, with only the two of them existing in that moment. He could get used to it. "You've been wanting to thank me?" Whatever could he have done for the angel to feel gratitude towards him? He glanced in front of him, focusing on the tiles of the bathroom instead, even thought all he could think about was the way Pik's hand felt against his own.
Well.. that he could do. The same thing as before, stuck in a small enclosed space once again, the distance between them non-existent. Except this time, the angel did not need as much of a temptation to enjoy it. And they had all the time in the world. Until the owner of the house would find them again. "Is that all?" He asked after a while, mischief sparking in his eyes as he turned his head to look at the angel again. "There are so much more things you could want from me."
bright eyes aglow with affection, lashing wildly like solar flares off of a sun as kiyan’s echo graces ears. their attention sweeps his features as his smile shifts, its gentleness shaping their own. it’s true; pinnikolai hadn’t doubted their reply or searched for deceitful cues, trusting their honesty. but that the demon could lie, like it, was a truth that the angel knew assuredly. that they would ? ignorance ( even if they had ) [ ... ] among the things it’d been guilty of. the angel’s smile mirrors the demon’s laughter fading into an attentive pause, touch lingering, studying kiyan carefully [ ... ] before proceeding. its gaze flickers down to their hands, replaying their words in its mind as its cheeks burn brightly. despite its inexperience, pinnikolai grasps his not-so-subtle implications—its lack of wanting, not opposing it to the idea. ❛❛ [ ... ] how does this feel ? ❜❜ they shift their wrist, keeping eyes down on hand in entangled hand, their knuckles now caressing every finger. they clock that confusion, dark browns chasing as greens look away. ❛❛ yes, but [ ... ] you don’t seem to know why, do you ? ❜❜ they tilt their head, curious, just not having anticipated it. focus falls down to their hands again; pik brings them up, still glued, seeking kiyan’s attention behind them before pressing the back of their hand against its cheek and closing its eyes. kiyan’s question echoes internally, the spark of mischief in their eyes meeting the affectionate one in theirs bracingly, with that feeling, again, washing over feathers suddenly. ❛❛ there are things you could want from me too, ❜❜ they assure, attentive eyes staying in his [ ... ] before they’re arbitrarily drawn to the interior of the bathroom, again, remembering. ❛❛ though i’m not sure how i’ll get it to you if it’s anything outside of the trap we’re in. ❜❜
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gentle fingers curl around enchanted stems, handling the hell-friendly flora with care as they merrily approach house envy’s front door despite what they were feeling. the angel hadn’t been able ( perish the thought they earnestly try ) to stop smiling since stepping foot into @irigy’s territory, as it was drenched in the demon’s energy. the realm, however, was a different story. uncomfortable in this place, not made for it, yet, apart from wintertide, not its first visit. ( willful, it’ll be fine, so long as love’s near it. ) politely, pinnikolai knocks for him, stepping back with a thoughtful gaze, a subtle smile dancing on their lips, and, in hand, an affectionately selected assortment of venus flytraps, devil’s trumpets, blood moss, and spider lilies watered and weaved with their energy. they were sure to ask if it was okay that they stop by, as per kiyan’s request, hopefully giving him that time to ‘ prepare ’ should he have needed it.

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❛❛ juliette [ ... ] ♪ ? ❜❜ pinnikolai croons, sensing her presence, peering around the corner curiously. a subtle smile graces their features as glinting browns land on @likestvrlight. one hand lifts to wave while the other, swallowed in friend-shaped foliage and multi-purpose nectar, is held behind them, anticipation coloring their approach. satus vitae kindergarten, a recent find that now seemed intertwined with fate, is where the seraphim had just spent the last few hours putting together a small puppet show with a classroom of children. they were on their way out now that the school day ended when they believed to have chanced upon the cambion. ❛❛ it’s good to see you. i don’t suppose ‘ twig, the taffy-eating, fire-breathing seahorse ’ is what brings you here today ? ❜❜
❛❛ look at you ! ❜❜ pinnikolai’s delight rings out as bright, holy hues land on the hellhound pup, and they eagerly dash over to set the cardboard box down and free hands. their first retrieval from the box, a succulent piece of raw meat on top, is tenderly offered to nefeli to nibble on. hands then go to the sides of her head to cradle lovingly, scratching behind her ears, before they’re turning their attention to @violentdesires and unfolding the box to retrieve the rest of what they’d procured from claws and paws for cosimo’s new companion. ❛❛ i brought toys, bowls, extra treats, and- oh ! ❜❜ their voice holds a hint of surprise as they reveal two small black ear bows adorned with rainbow swirls and polka-dot hearts from the box and present them to nefeli for her opinion. ❛❛ yay or nay, little miss ? ❜❜