Sep 22, 2020
... of course.
He should have known...
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... of course.
He should have known...
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deathvoids replied to your post “Read to me that poem again." He's laying naked in V's bed, a blanket...”
"No no..." He assures him, taking his warm damp hand and putting it to V's wrist. "It was something else... something like...." He thinks, eyes shut, and in that low rumbling voice says. "... Never seek to tell thy love..." Then he opens his eyes, looking up at V. "That one? I can't find it."
His voice hitches when his father grabs his wrist - the sudden warm roughness of his father’s palm practically caressing his skin. Goosebumps start to rise on his arm. His father’s ice blue eyes pierce into his “A-ah... that one.” V sets the book down, his other hand coming down to rest upon his still clothed thighs and discretely digging in, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. “It’s... not in this particular anthology,” he trails off, ripping his gaze from his father’s intense one, though he can still feel his father staring at him.
“But I’ve memorized it.” His eyes flutter shut, both to recall the poem, and for his eyes to not wander to his father’s naked form. “I believe it goes something like this...”
“ Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be For the gentle wind does move Silently invisibly...”
@deathvoids | Cont. from here
“You check in on me? Here I thought you didn’t love me, I’m quite flattered.” It goes without saying that the sarcasm that spills from his mouth reeks with venom.
@deathvoids replied to your post “Dante squints at him. "You're Credo? The one Nero talks about? I...”
"Oh, well, I'm sure me and Nero can have a chat later." He smiles, all teeth bared in his grin, and he gets far too close to Credo. "But why talk with him? I want to talk to you..."
His own smile is a wry one. Credo stands his ground no matter how the space between the two of them vanishes, hands clasped behind his back.
“Then let us talk, devil hunter.”
deathvoids replied to your post: goes to wash face squeezes out black charcoal...
why do you recognize my cum?
“Crusty black goop isn’t hard to recognise.”
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@deathvoids | Claymore Starters “Why don’t you just forget about her?”
❛ Speak clearly.❜
A commanding gaze looms over the rim of the golden goblet pressed to the Ivory Devil’s lips to look upon the demon. He stood in no patience for riddles from a hollow void creature, though fairly giving it some semblance of his attention before returning his sights to the contents of his chalice. Whom is it that it speaks of, one regarded with such passion it must come into question? There was no such femininity, living or otherwise given more thought than any other since Berial’s conception centuries..centuries ago. ❛ Who are you referring to, shade? You come bold enough to ask it, then ask it. ❜ The Devil Prince urges, the goblets material sounding off a light tap to the arm of the throne when sat down.
Dante’s voice but this wasn’t Dante... Demons everywhere he went. There was no escape from them. Rather the devil he knew, though, than the ones he didn’t.
“It’s magic. I can’t tell it’s origins but I don’t think you’re going to find anything.” He sighed, frustrated in his own inability to fix this. Magic was his strongest suit but he couldn’t do anything about it.
Still, he let Doppel take his face in his hands and didn’t flinch away from the inquisitive touch.
@deathvoids
His hand slides down V's side, ghosting over crotch and touching at his inner thigh. He slides down lower, past his knee, and grabs a blanket, pulling it over V. "Good night, kid." He said, and leaned in to press a good night kiss that lasted just a second too long.
God, his father was out to kill him.
His father clearly knew of his inclinations - there was absolutely no way he didn’t, with his father hovering over him like that, touching him over there... V had to stop himself from arching into his father’s hand, wanting more than just that teasing hand hovering over him. Despite the blanket gently draping him, V felt cold. And though the kiss upon his forehead warmed him up, the moment his father’s lips left him, the cold came back.
V’s hand immediately darted out, frail looking fingers grasping onto his father’s strong forearm. “Father... can you... please stay?”
This was probably a mistake... a big mistake... but he just needed his father.