#oooo shit

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                                ❛❛ If anything happens to him. I’ll kill you. ❜❜ He states it immediately, silver eyes sharp as he stares his master down eye to eye. He’s tense, itching for a fight. He’s casual looking where he sits, hands interlocked and resting over his belly, like he’s simply enjoying spending time with his demon of a master. But those metaphorical horns are uncurling from his skull, smile full of sharp teeth and ready to bite down on the nearest body part and rip. He’s itching to let loose and show his master just how much stronger he’s gotten since he abandoned him in India. 

‐ Dimitri

Reincarnation? Shit...

(They run a hand through their hair, guilt filling them)

Archie: What the hell Iz?? Your first night here and you throw a party and leave everyones shit out getting mouldy all night?!

Isabelle: The dishes? I forgot to do them last night, chill.

Archie: We have a dishwasher for a reason, you could’ve at least put them in if you weren’t gonna wash them until this morning. I would’ve thought seeings as you just moved here that you’d treat this place with a bit more respect.

Isabelle: Respect??? Your idea of respect is paying someone minimum wage to clean it for you. I’d love to see you do some housework once in a while.