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Β Β Β ββΒ Β What would I do without you?Β Β ββ Β Β Β @demon1a π€
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let me make it up to you .
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Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β It's very rare that anything really gets under Samael's skinΒ Β Β ββΒ Β he's usually pretty damn good at regulating his emotions, it's come with years of therapy and hard work... It's hard to piss Samael off. So, as he stands at the mess of his guitar, the one he's had since before his fame, his eye twitches. It was a gift from his aunt, to celebrate his joining her band, and he can still remember how happy he was to accept it. How it had been the first real gift anyone had ever given him... And now, it's broken into pieces at his feet. Samael feels hotΒ rage bubble up inside him, his hands trembling as they curl into fists at his sides.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β It doesn't help that his aunt is gone, too. Died not too long ago in a hospital, Samael at her side from a canceled tour with her old, withered hand in his as he wept for her... There's no way he can replace the guitar.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β He takes a deep breath through his nose, trying his best to calm himself down. There's a stinging in his eyes as tears begin to prickle his vision, and he has to look away from the mess before he bursts into tears. Summer's words make him sigh, and he grits his teeth as he rubs over his eyes, scrubbing the moisture away. He shakes his head, turning away from both Summer and the guitar.Β Β Β ββ Β I need some space.Β Β ββΒ Β Β Comes his clipped reply, murmured out, lacking the amused inflection he usually pours into his responses.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β He's not mad at Summer... Frustrated, yes, but he's moreover mourning the loss of one of the only physical things he actually gives a shit about... Summer doesn'tΒ know the semblance behind the instrument. He probably thinks it's just something Samael can easily replace... Samael knows it's not right to take his feelingsΒ out on SummerΒ Β Β ββΒ Β no one deserves to be yelled at the way Samael did when he was a childΒ Β Β Β Β ββΒ Β Β so, he wordlessly heads to his room, and the second he shuts the door, he's sliding down it and crying into his hands.
was that your first time?
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she'd forgotten that such bliss could exist after encounters like theseΒ ,Β what it felt like to holdΒ &Β to be held in a tangled mess of limbsΒ &Β sheetsΒ ;Β forgotten that she could open herself up to another this wayΒ &Β feel the love passing through every nerve in her body rather than fucking to feel anything at allΒ .Β ethel can't bring herself to care about what summer is when she's become so enamored with who he is when all the men she's been in bed with before are more monstrousΒ &Β demonic than summer could ever beΒ ;Β in factΒ ,Β for all the demons that have shadowed her all her lifeΒ ,Β this is one she can see herself happily living withΒ .Β someΒ ,Β she fearsΒ ,Β will never leave herΒ .
his question drops a rock into the pit of her stomachΒ .Β ethel is quick to drop her gaze -- almost as though she fears he's able to peek into gnarled forest of memories which make up the green in her eyes --Β &Β lands on claw - like hands that hadn't drawn bloodΒ ,Β rather cherishedΒ .Β β mm - mmΒ .Β βΒ she mumbles as she fiddles with sharpened digitsΒ ,Β finds his eyes again once she's ableΒ .Β β i wish it wasΒ ,Β thoughΒ .Β βΒ comes her quiet confessionΒ ,Β tied together with a sheepish smileΒ .Β her hand moves to brush away long locks from summer's face -- a thing of beauty from the pits of hell -- finds herself unable to keep from carding through it as she tentatively asksΒ ,Β βΒ . . .Β what about youΒ ?Β β
it really fucking itches. wasn't bad at first , not really. the longer strands cut across at the beginning simply to remove the length didn't stick like this. but you wanted to do a good job. when's the last time you did something like this ? not for yourself , but someone else. maybe aaron once. maybe you warned him that your hands could bequeath his head with the worst fuck up not even a bowl could save , but that didn't mean you wanted it to be true. he wouldn't know , but you would try. bathroom scissors clutched between your fingers , sharp and layering. memory searching for video after video technique burned into retinas only in his absence or unconscious.
@demon1a / summer : well , how do i look ?
βΒ Β Β i'm never doing this shit ever again.Β Β Β Β β tone doesn't match sharp sheared words and despite the itch , another cursory run of your hands through your final product is necessary. his shorter , lighter layers soft under the touch. almost makes it worth it. almost. but it softens him, you think. suits him. you tried to layer the front too, with varying success. but it's done. you can finally wash off this fucking hair that won't get off. βΒ Β Β go look at yourself. i'm getting in the shower and getting all your hair off me.Β Β Β Β β later , you'll be the one to ask if he likes it. when the hour wavers between early and late , and no one's looking too closely at you with the lights off.
βaw, are you blushing?β
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snide remark from the demon sends ethel's eyes rolling the other directionΒ ,Β absentmindedly traces the fadedΒ ,Β raised slashes across her arms -- a nervous habitΒ .Β unfortunatelyΒ ,Β she isΒ ,Β indeedΒ ,Β blushing up a stormΒ ;Β an easy task despite her lack of virtueΒ . &Β yesΒ ,Β she hates itΒ .Β β wellΒ ,Β why wouldn't i after you've said a thing like thatΒ ?Β β some dumb joke about kissing her has achieved its goal of flustering its targetΒ .Β ethel shakes her headΒ ,Β unable to swallow small chime of laughterΒ .Β β itΒ wouldΒ have my daddy rollin' in his graveΒ ,Β thoughΒ .Β i'm sure just my bein' associated with you has 'im throwin' a fit six feet underΒ .Β β
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Β Β Β ββ Β You look really good tonight, sweetheart...Β Β ββ Β Β Β @demon1a !
β you think iβm jealous? β
πππππππ πππππππππ ππππππππ . . .
Β Β Β Β ββ Β Mmm, no, I don't think you're jealous...Β Β ββΒ Β Β The musician begins, a look of contemplative neutrality on his features as he examines the chipped black polish coating his nails. He just had them done, yet already, he's fucked them up slightly... Oh well. He glances up at Summer, full lips forming a cheeky smirk.Β Β Β ββ Β I know you're jealous.Β Β ββΒ Β Β He adds, eyes flickering to the somewhat famous man who tried (and failed) to get into Samael's pants, the poor guy sitting at the bar with a metaphorical rain cloud over his head, mopily nursing a glass of whiskey.
Β Β Β Β Before Summer, Samael would have probably would have taken the man up on his heated offer to spend some time together, but Samael's loyal, contrary to what the tabloids may claim. To the public eye, he doesn't have a lot of morals. He can thank his music for that... And the numerous mistakes of his youth.Β Samael's attention is back on Summer, and Samael's smirk softens as he reaches out, his finger hooking in one of Summer's belt loops to draw him closer.Β Β Β ββ Β But you don't have to be, you know...Β Β ββΒ Β Β You're the only one I want.Β
plotted starter : @demon1a , featuring : crystal beckett
she's back from a hunt , sneaking into the cabin as silently as possible . jacob should be asleep by now , moon and stars barely casting enough light for her to leave a shadow behind . the door creaks as she enters , break in the atmosphere enough to allow the sound of children's shows to seep outwards . she's got blood on her hands , face , and a bite on her shoulder that will surely leave a new scar behind . it's no matgter , though . she's used to it by now . long black hair is spotted , and crystal does her best to be quiet as she shuts the door behind her . she's quick to the kitchen , running water over a rag before she even dares announce herself . " everythin' okay since i've been gone ? -- hope it wasn't too much trouble askin' y't'watch him for me . "
