#damnedrainbows

@damnedrainbows ⧐ It’s (nearly) Chewsday, something that Husk normally doesn’t partake in (but always finds himself victimized). However, he’s feeling playful. Or perhaps his recent bonding with Alastor has even made him a bit bold (or maybe he’s had a few too many) but seeing Alastor sitting in the couch, he approaches from behind…and he gives his ear a chomp. UNPROMPTED ASKS.

When he'd posted up on the sofa to enjoy a bit of reading - and relative peace, given how many of the other residents seemed to be out and about with evening plans - he had not anticipated being joined by anyone other than perhaps KeeKee, as she so often did. (He had a bit of a soft spot for her, but would tell no one.) Instead, what he received was teeth being embedded into his ear.

"Do you mind?" He asked, the ear giving a few wiggles within its pointy confines. It did not seem a hard enough bite to do any real damage, but he was not fond of the sensation either way.

[🍎] One look at Alastor and he could tell something was off. He knew what anxiety and stress looked like. That was his daily existence, after all. It would have been so nice to just take what he said and poof on out of there. After all, it wasn't his place to pry. It wasn't like they were friends. After all, this had been the man trying to take his place in Charlie's life a few months ago, but now he was...pathetic.

Normally he would gloat and tell Alastor how he owed him now for saving his ass. Normally he'd like fun at the man's expense, or they'd tease each other in the most egregious ways. But not this time.

"It was nothing," he glances around them, as if trying to find something to focus on, "You really should be thanking Charlie and she expects you to get back to work...once you're ready." He glances back at Alastor. He certainly didn't look ready to go back to work. If anything, he looked like he was ready to crawl out of his skin. He could only imagine what that TV demon had done to him. He only heard the bulk of it from Charlie, and that was based on whatever had been broadcast on TV. Lucifer always hated television. The incessant brain rot was one thing he avoided.

The circus was fun while it lasted. But a damaged mind can't be repaired. Weeks of getting closer with these individuals. Days of stories exchanged, laughter shared, and love developed all weighed so heavy. Guilt consumed the jester. Why was she getting everything she asked for in life and she still wasn't happy about it? Was she capable of happiness? Was this entire place supposed to mock the fact that what she thought would make things better, didn't do shit to fix her broken self? Maybe she just wasn't good enough to get better. "Jax.....Ragatha....anyone....." She tried to cry out, trying to walk toward the door but her legs felt glued to the ground, glitching and clipping through objects on the ground, causing a fire-like pain. Her head span, and the static grew louder. Her hands tightly gripped at her head as if trying to keep the screeching cacophony of noise from exploding out of her ears. Her breathing was ragged. Flashes of neon darted across her vision this way and that and she felt her entire body buzz painfully. "C-caine....please..." Her voice came out as a choked whisper, a black sludge filling her mouth and throat and causing her to gurgle and choke, dropping to the ground as it splattered around her. Her body trembled violently, glitches wracking her limbs until an unholy roar filled the circus. The jester was no more. Only an abhorrent creature covered in darting eyes in every which direction, all of them crying. At least it was locked in her room. Pomni has abstracted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Speaker had been right , it was not an easy recovery. Bed rest was its own special Hell for Alastor, but he would not have possessed the strength to move around much even if they’d let him. After months of pushing his injured body past its limits of endurance to present a semi-normal facade, culminated with the horrific ordeal of removing the Angelic infection, Alastor was lucky his body hadn’t given up on him.

But it would be a long road back, and he had to contend with his own weakness along with his bothersome little caretakers. (He was so, so grateful for them. Not that he’d ever admit it).

Alastor stirred at the gentle nudge against his shoulder, eyes blinking blearily at the culprit. He raised the hand that rested on his chest to rub his eye, and Husk and Niffty’s faces swam into view. For a moment their words remained nonsensical, then his mind caught up with him. He’d gone so time blind with all that had happened, that he’d completely lost track of the date.

If they had a kid meme

Name: Ninette.

Gender: Female.

General appearance: A fluffy red feline woman of her twenties, Ninette is an elegant soul who is teased to dress like an "old lady" due to her antique dressings. She has a few doe marks along her back and hips, and has a hell of a kick to mark the deer characteristics in her blood.

Personality: Scholarly and enjoys a good gamble, but is mindful of how that runs deep in the addiction side of her family.. for the most part. Sometimes, the need to give in and go full throttle is overpowering and has gotten plenty of favorable outcomes as a result - however, a time or two of trouble has come with it, too.

Special talents: Folk magic from Alastor along with the gambling magic of Husk combines into a gift of trusty, lucky alligator bones that she uses regularly for divination. Known for the glowing little bottle she keeps around her neck that looks as though it has fireflies bobbling about inside.

Who they like better: Husk.

Who they take after more: Alastor.

Personal headcanon: Learned how to be a damn good mixologist from a young age, though Husk had her mixing non-alcoholic beverages until she was thirteen.

Face Claim: Picrew!

Gets Mother roses.

Try not to laugh...