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@hellblcd​  -   “ it’s nothing personal. ”

                                              more angst & post angst

“We’ve known each other for a long time, D.”

It’s an obvious statement, one even she forgets sometimes, if only because he’s such an integral part of her life that she seldom remembers what it’s like without him.

“Nothing’s difficult. Not with you.”

                 >> 🔥 <<                HE SITS IN SILENCE FOR A BEAT,  FOCUSING ON HIS DRINK IN HIS GRASP   ‘fore he lets out a sigh   ----   not so much out of deflation but in a form of  UNKNOWING.

               ❝           we have    . .  ‘n sayin that i ain’t a difficult   STATISTIC   sounds like complete ridiculousness.  y’gotta be   KIDDIN’.         ❞                 he snorts,  bringing the drink to his lips to  drown.   they’ve known each other a   LONG TIME    and most of that time he’s brought messes   ALL OVER    the place.

“I can. Doesn’t mean I want to.”

Her answer is blunt, occasionally it just has to be. Unfortunately, they’re both stubborn, just because he has a healing factor doesn’t mean that she’s any less worried about him.  Nevertheless, Stelle takes a step back, reaching instead for a first aid kit and a blanket; might as well make him comfortable.

“What do you want? Hot chocolate? Whiskey?”

                  >> 🔥 <<               HE SIGHS,  GIVING IN TO THE FACT    that she’s likely not going to leave him alone   ;   even   if   he was perfectly fine now.   trying to argue with her usually led to no result in   HIS   favor.  eyes sit on her,  unmoving as she moved for the kit and the blanket,  scrunching up  his nose.

“If I wasn’t going through a divorce I’d get on my knees and propose to ya right now.”

She must look a mess, soaked, vaguely hungover with her lipstick smudged and her heels in her hand now that she was finally somewhere familiar. But the offer makes her smile, a slightly rarer occurrence since her marital troubles.

“Just let me clean up.”

                 >> 🔥 <<               HE SNORTS,  UNABLE TO NOT WITH HOW CANDID   she was,  hand resting on his   hip   ‘fore it settles in his   POCKET.               ❝            i mean it’d look a lil’ odd but  . .  ain’t no one   STOPPIN’ YA    from proposin’.         ❞                 he jokes,  offering her a small smirk  ---  it was a genuine joke yet a small   . .   ODD HOPE   wells in his chest before he puts it   ASIDE.   she looked like shit though,  eyes squinting as he licked one of his sharpened teeth while he waits for her   RESPONSE.

“Thanks. Would’ve called in advance but phone’s dead, purse got stolen. The usual.”

She pauses at the door for a moment, almost unwilling to take the first step into the all too familiar shop, after all, she’s soaked. And more than a little drunk. But soon enough she stumbled into the shop, ruffling her hair in an attempt to dry off.

“You’ve always been way too good to me, you know that, D?”

                 >> 🔥 <<             ❝           THIS HAPPENS A LITTLE     too much,  stelle.  maybe you should,  like,  connect   yer purse to yerself so this doesn’t happen anymore.         ❞             he murmurs,  ruffling his hair a little bit to   dry it out   a little quicker.  it didn’t help. 

               >> 🔥 <<             ❝          HOPEFULLY    y’can get outta there.  th’ club.  hopefully y’can save up enough t’ open somethin’ that pays better than   love planet.           ❞        he murmurs.  he knew her back then and,  well,  he knew her now with her still doing the same thing   ;   he hoped she’d end up elsewhere someday.        

“To be a half-demon mercenary who never charges?” It’s a good-natured taunt, nothing more and nothing less and before he can say anything else, she opens a bottle of one of her more expensive cognacs and pours him a glass, nudging it towards him. He’s a good man who doesn’t deserve to suffer, it doesn’t matter what he is beyond that.  Demon, human, goddamn angel–who cares?

“I don’t think anyone would change you for the world, D.”

               >> 🔥 <<            HER COMMENT EARNS A SOFT SCOFF FROM HIM,   her tone suggested that it wasn’t   mean   or mean - spirited and he   TOOK IT   for what it was.  he gives glance to the bottle being   OPENED,   flicking his glance down to the glass which he swipes once it was poured.             ❝             YEAH   . .   guess so.        ❞             he murmurs,  free hand   PINCHING   the bridge of his nose with a soft sigh ‘fore drinking a portion of the cognac given to him,  gritting his   FANGS.  

you’re perpetuating that well known stereotype that all trans people have super strength and killer weapons tricks, duh