#oversmiles

       it  was  right  to  be  nervous ,  a  sign  of  a  still  functioning  self  preservation  instinct .  sinners  were  unpredictable  /  overlords  were  WORSE    a  royal  is  not  prey ,  they  should  be  predators  of  this  domain ,  but  she's  not  stupid .  @oversmiles  was  dangerous  too ,  a  predator  no  matter  the  unassuming  physical  appearance .  knows  better  than  to  be  ashamed  of  the  dampness  to  her  palms  and  fur  that  stands  up  at  the  back  of  her  neck .  

       no  regret  for  welcoming  him  in ,  no  matter  what  vaggie  said .  the  hotel  had  to  be  open  to  all  and  they  needed  someone  with  power  among  sinners .  maybe  she  shouldn't  have  rushed  in ,  admittedly ,  but  wasn't  that  just  the  story  of  her  life ?  little  princess  morningstar  who's  enthusiasm  outpaced  her  good  sense  and  embarrassed  those  unlucky  enough  to  spawn  her   ( direct quote from the  hive ,  a  particularly  nasty  tabloid  in  gluttony ,  still  not  banished  from  her  mind  ten  years  later . )  

       nothing  she  couldn't  fix  with  a  nice ,  civil ,  chat  ...  away  from  the  lobby ,  where  no  one  else  might  witness  a  potential  disaster .   " you've  been  more  than  clear  that  you  don't  believe  in  redeeming  sinners    that's  FINE ,  believe  what  you  want !    but  the  guests  need  to  think  we  all  believe  in  them . "  arms  cross  over  chest ,  straightening  her  spine  in  a  way  that  would  have  made  some  of  her  tutors  proud  just  to  seem  a  little  taller ,  pride  seizing  at  her  chest .   " you  can  find  it  as  entertaining  as  you  want ,  but  not  in  front  of  them .  can  you  at  least  pretend  in  public ? "

starter for @oversmiles ! ( A​lastor ! )

  -` 🔪 ´- 【  “ That's cute— ”  Dan watched as The Radio Demon took yet another victory over the one called ' Sir Pentious ', laughing from the depths of his chest all the while, “ He thought he could stop you? THAT pathetic creature? ” Call him impressed with the demon's skills and dark use of his POWER. And Dan was not often impressed.

𝐐 . *  ― ❛ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. ❜

@oversmiles

𝐀 . *  ―  ❛ i'm the 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , && , only 𝚏𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒 *!* ya' might recognise moi from my numerous toy-botic 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠 ; ergonomic , with 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 ! modes of vibration && , gloriously ribbed for your 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜-𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 * ! * ❜ brows waggle lecherously ! a smile rivalled only by the others ginormous 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏 ( 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 ! ) ❛ && , you're ah - ❜ ( . . . ) one terrifying mother fucker ! ❛ - gramophone 𝑔𝑢𝑦 ? . . ❜

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍, he could not handle spice, no matter how mild. still, he doesn't turn down the offer to eat it - he feels it's expected of him, lucifer unable to handle turning something down, knowing the assumptions that could have been made about why. though he, full of confidence, had shoved the bite into his mouth & held his chin high, like he was judging it confidently, there's a twinge of discomfort in his expression, one he tries hard to hide.

❛ haha, well - it's alright, what - what's in it? ❜ it's good, but he can't say that - giving a high compliment to someone he can usually never see eye to eye to, it simply would not happen. there's almost a slight wheeze to his words, as dramatic as he is - really, he was just BAD at handling it. turning his head to the side, he clears his throat, refusing to acknowledge how obvious he really is. ❛ & you made this yourself? YOU? i don't know if i can believe that. ❜

                                        actions speak louder than words

      Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

4/10

Husk wasn’t stupid, when Alastor had first vanished, he didn’t believe for a moment that he was really gone. Where others–the Vees–speculated that he’d slunk off to die (again), Husk had a reason to believe otherwise every time he looked in the mirror. The black of his eyes a reminder that his soul wasn’t really his anymore–gambled away in one desperately stupid decision that he couldn’t take back.

The first year passed in silence, but still Husk was not convinced. Then another year passed, and another. Soon it had been five and not even a rumor–the masses were forgetting the Radio Demon. Everyone but Husk, that is.

It wasn’t until the seventh year that the ghost of the thought of ‘maybe he really isn’t coming back’ crossed Husk’s mind. A drunken vague thought wondering if perhaps Alastor was happier wherever he was. If true contentment was even something he was capable of.

Perhaps it was that fleeting notion that had finally summoned him though, because it was naught a week later that there was a knock on his door. Even before answering he’d had a feeling of dread, mind flashing back to that drunken notion before he felt a tug on his soul.

No. No, it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be HIM, not after SEVEN YEARS.

But then there was another tug. Sharper. PAINFUL. As if–should he not HURRY UP and answer the door–he would be wrenched clean through it. He wasn’t SAFE anymore–had he really ever been?

A brief glance to the mirror and his gaze snagged on the black of his eyes.

No, there was no safe. Not here. Not anymore. So he gave in, heavy feet dragging as he made his way to the door and opened it.

And just as he’d predicted–had known all along for these seven years–there he was. That familiar figure, dapper and smiling pleasantly–too bad Husk knew better.