#daemonhold

 IT'S A DANGEROUS JOB , to protect someone as famous as akina mori . especially if she was insisting on playing with fire , and playing this role of spoiled princess that hates every man her father orders to protect her . five of them died , she was an easier target than her father . damon had been keeping up pretty good , CLEVER AND QUICK , and patient with her constant mood changes and attitude . their escape through the cold desert into somewhere completely dark wasn't something akina was happy about but it saved her from the group of assassins that ruined her mother's birthday party . the yakuza was to protect the mori family as their main duty , it was surprising her father hasn't hired an asian this time ; HE MUST BE TRULY GOOD AT HIS JOB . ❛ are you . . . ugh — ❜ a pause , gathering the silky dress higher up her thighs to not let it get dirty , but refusing to take off her high heels despite the way her ankle throbbed . ❛ are you going to stop somewhere ? enough with this stupid mystery of yours . no one is following us anymore . ❜ eventually she stops , chest moving unevenly with her quick breaths , GLARING AT HIM . it's dark , and cold and a dog howls in the distance . her make-up is ruined . great . ❛ i'm not following you anymore . i'm tired . ❜

“   are   you   nervous?   ”    the   purpose   of   his   visit   had   long   been   fulfilled,   now   she   lays   beside   him,   a   mess   of   naked   limbs   tangled   together   beneath   a   thin   sheet.   her   arm   rests   on   @daemonhold​’s   hip,   the   other   rests   under   her   head.    “   i   know   you’ll   be   great   ——   you   always   are.   but   i’m   still   nervous   for   you.   ”

 hasn't he gotten used to the way her mood swings and changes every hour , that he has to be patient ? akina's arms are crossed , stood beside the man who was trying to eat his dinner in the mansion's kitchen . three am rings inside the ancient clock downstairs three times , she hugs her silk robe tighter around herself and sits on one of the chairs . if it wasn't for him , akina mori probably wouldn't have come to this part of the mansion . where the staff worked and lived , thankfully nobody was around for now . ❛ stop reminding me of my own commands . ❜ commands . a desperate way of trying to show people around this household that she too is in charge , no matter how osamu and yui don't want her to . she glances at the food , then leans back . like hell she'd eat that . ❛ you stay awake until this hour ? are you mad ? ? how are you going to wake up tomorrow and work ? ❜ it wasn't anything out of ordinary that's gotten the lady in a bad mood today . it was osamu , and it was his need to gift his chair to someone else after he died . her name was mentioned in his will , apparently , as he told her , but only for the inheritance of the house and a few companies . idiot . damon came to ask if she was alright a few hours ago , and akina couldn't get more cruel about kicking someone out of her bedroom . she was crying , her eyes are red and puffy . ❛ . . . if you want to stop working for us , i can get you a way out . ❜

  —  @daemonhold   /   loneliness. you were the one who asked me to leave you alone

❝ this stuff looks like it belongs in a museum. 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖨 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭 𝖠𝖲𝖪 𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖦𝖮𝖳 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 ? ❞  rory straights up and looks over at @daemonhold​ , squinting one eye unsurely in his direction before she turns again to study the cluttered space. it’s just as much turmoil as his aura is. there’s no point hiding it now, both their cards are laid out on the table and rory knows better than to dance around someone who holds almost the same amount of power she does. she let’s her arms slump against her sides after pretending to look around. some of these artifacts did get her attention but not enough to hold it, things she saw growing up, things she still recalls from her tome. she has so many questions.  ❝ why did you bring me here, damon ? ❞