#copycrowned

quill, softly, DICKLET

“What’s with your fascination with dicks today? Is there something you’re trying to tell me?”

“Hey, Quill.” Abysser enters the room, a rather nice dress hung over his arm. “I got this for you. I hope it fits because we’re going to dinner tonight.” Somewhere nice as well, he’d been setting aside money for a decent while for this night.

Oh. Oh hell no. He hadn’t even been in this mans presence for three minutes now and he was already tempted to shove his gunblade down his throat.

But no, he had to keep his cool. This wasn’t the ideal setting for a battle after all. “Alright, you hate demons, got it. I’m talking to you because I know you’re daughter, if i’m being nice enough to even call her your daughter.” Because frankly this man didn’t deserve to be called her father.

“What?” The words came out a mix of confusion and just, fear. He couldn’t have heard her right. She couldn't have said that.

But she did. “Wh-Why?” He couldn’t help the crack in his voice nor did he care. This couldn’t be happening, not after everything that had happened. They’d finally gotten over all the hurdles. Finally all the hard times had been out of the way and they could be happy.

But now... it was all over? Just like that? A gloved hand would move to cover his face, as he looked over to the side. No, he wasn’t going to let her see him cry. Not now.

As the wetness began to seep through his glove, he’d suddenly jerk. Jerk awake, it would seem. It took him a moment to take in that they were in their room, in bed, with one of his arms still wrapped around her sleeping form. Everything was okay. They were still together, plans of a soft and quiet future still held firmly in both of their hearts. At least, he could hope. The dream would certainly leave lingering doubts, ones that would lead him to likely seek comfort through validation sometime later that day. For now, he’d just lay his head back down and enjoy the warmth of having her in his arms.

⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back

A snicker would escape the demons lips as Quill would grab him by the shirt and promptly shove him onto the bed. Hey, at least it wasn’t the floor. He’d sit up and look over at her pouting expression, his own showing nothing but amusement. “Did I upset you, shorty?” Was he being a teasing asshole? Absolutely? Was he about to get the favor returned ten-fold? Perhaps.