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"By nature you unnerve me." She speaks, yet she cannot be seen. Instead the leaves carry her voice, swirling around his body- controlled by a force that went beyond magic. "Not because you reek of hell, of lost souls, of something acrid and dark." Though that was

all just the first layer. Beneath it all his scent was rather pleasant. Alas, her nose always caught the initial smell which stuck out the most.

The earth shifts and breaks apart as roots sprout up. They coil into a dome like shape only to retreat moments later. Loni stands there, mauve hair cascading down her back and shoulders, head tilted almost curiously like a puppy's might be. "It's because you can burn down all I stand for and I could do nothing about it." / hiiii cryptic little elderwolf loni for u?

He's a blight on this world, an unnatural. The way the wind picks up speed around him, the way it changes direction and whips his face. This is a telltale sign that an Infernal is on the planet, where no other clues readily surface.

Something is different this time, Kage is answering a summons but he's not given exact positioning on where this meadow given as his entry point. And it....it does not like him.

Proven still by the voice he hears that addresses him, powerful and foreboding. He watches the rustling sound that accompanies nature's wrathful magic manifesting her form with his own curious gaze, hands interlinked, and thumb kneading over each of his knuckles in a thoughtful manner.

It looks arrogant, the way he stands with feet apart, adorned in black and sword visibly sheathed on his back beneath leather. Demons naturally are so egotistical when they enter the mortal realm, staking a claim on something that is so abhorrently not theirs to take. He's not meaning to disrespect though, there is no helping what effects his presence causes, unfortunately.

"That would provide tremendous grief to you and a very....fleeting form of pleasure for me."

His shoulders roll as he adjusts his body to appear closer, but only by a step. Any small thing can be taken as a threat, as hostility in a moment like this, after all.

⁽ @moonlovd ⁾ ― ： it's  not  safe  in  the  dark. / offers you a spoopy elderwolf loni chilling in the trees bc what else does she have to do with her life

 he    stopped    his     footsteps     (      he    had    sensed    her     previously    but    had    decided    to    ignore    it    until    she    spoke      )         he    took    a    prolonged    second    before    looking    up    to    where    she    was    perched    above    the    trees.    A    look    of    disinterest    as    he    scratched    the    back    of    his    head    in    a    very    lazy    manner.      ❛❛               huh         ?          ❜❜          warning     or     not     he    wasn't    really    interested    in    taking    her    words    seriously    but    more    like    he    was    focused    on    see    if    she    was    something    /    someone    he    needed    to    be    careful    with.          ❛❛     is    this    a    warning    ?     ❜❜         warning     or    not    he    didn't    care    he    was    willing    to    continue    his    path    no    matter    what    after    all    no    one    could    truly     stop    him.      

situations prompts

Sounds of thrashing had drawn him close, feet and hands perching upon a railing as he stopped to assess the scene. Not that the struggling lycanthrope was hard to miss, a mass of wet fur and flailing muscle, set against a backdrop of pitch-black water. Whether she'd been tossed into the drink, or tripped and fell in herself, remained to be seen, a question that can and will wait to be answered once he's hauled Loni back to dry land.

Skipping the chance to pass comment, Miguel launched into action as he dropped from the railing to the edge of the concrete wall bordering the river, firming his stance as he prepared to act. Holding out an arm, he balled his fingers into a fist as silvery webbing spewed from the spinnerets upon the back of his hand, latching onto a shoulder. The woven thread would be imminently jointed by a second webline, that anchored itself to her chest as he started to tug, the opposite end of each silk trail fastened tightly around clenched digits to prevent a loss of grip.

Once reeled in close enough, he'd let go of one webline in favour of kneeling and offering a scarlet palm to his drenched ally, solid ground all of a few feet's climb away, but he had positioned himself just so to handle the bulk of the effort required to pull her upwards.

continued from here. | @moonlovd

𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙎𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏. the sting isn't too bad. he's certainly felt far worse pain than a simple scratch to his cheek. her reaction is quick and full of guilt. head turned he isn't looking at her as a tiny drop of blood runs down his cheek. a beat passes before he finally looks at her, watching as she tries to explain herself and apologize. but rafayel's lips twitch into a smile, laughing under his breath. ' i'm fine. ' he mouths back to her, his grip still tight around her small form. walking across the sand he curses his shoe choice. he really hadn't planned on coming here and yet . . .

❛ although i won't be letting you forget this so easily . . . ❜ maybe it's cruel to tease her when she is clearly distressed but it's rafayel's default response, almost like a love language to those he holds dear. stepping over some rocks he gets further until his feet meets pavement, finding his balance again.

 ❛❛            Loni        .       .       .         i    knew    you   were    kinky    but   not   this   lewd        ❜❜ 

@moonlovd asked: the hand meme for jae & takeshi uwu -> Send 🫴 to place a hand beneath my muse's chin and tilt their head to look at yours.

takeshi's ability to help in the kitchen was limited, but give him a knife and some vegetables to cut up and he's good to fuckin' go! it was never perfect, and he's pretty sure it takes jae longer to cook dinner when he decides to help out but hey - it's the thought that counts, right?

well, that and he just wants to spend some time with the man he fuckin' loves after he finishes work for the day - is that such a crime?

"so i was sayin' to 'em, right? y' don't even know the difference between fuckin' portrait an' landscape! y' don't even know what the term focal length means - ain't no way yer fuckin' comin' in here an' tellin' me shit--" his nonsensical rant continues, spurred on by jae chiming in every so often, encouraging him to keep the lil' bitch session going but when the other goes silent, so does takeshi. once bleached blond hair, now a much healthier looking black ( his natural colour that he never thought he'd go back to, mind you ) gets pushed away from his face, a hand gently tracing the curvature of his face before resting underneath his chin and guiding his head to the side.

"--when did you get there?" amusement in takeshi's voice, a soft smile as he leans into the touch, whatever vegetable he'd been in the middle of chopping up long forgotten as he turns his body fully and hands move to wrap around jae, tugging him just that little bit closer. "yer so fuckin' cute, yanno tha'?" a rhetorical question, one that takeshi doesn't need an answer to really, figures that the way jae looks at him so adoringly is all the answer he really needs.

takeshi bends down just enough to press a teasing kiss to the corner of jae's mouth - hardly takes a second before he moves for a proper kiss though, he just can't help himself! "--god, i fuckin' love you." he murmurs against lips - kiss after kiss with no intent on stopping any time soon.

"fuck dinner - can wait a lil' longer, yeah? lemme show ya how much i love ya--"

"are  you  being  sleepy?"  addam  was  seated  on  the  small  sofa  in  his  little  mansion.  he  didn't  like  buzzing  of  the  city  or  the  busy  staff  in  the  castle.  he  was  a  bastard  and  he  liked  to  live  like  one,  despite  being  the  chosen  for  the  aegis.  to  say  he  didn't  care  was  a  lie,  but  he  couldn't  bother  to  show  his  face  around  his  home  much.  he  enjoyed  the  loneliness  of  the  country  side.  not  that  loneliness  was  a  very  befitting  description.  his  closest  followers  lived  here  and  loni  was  always  around.