#tameratrix

     “Have you anyone  b e t t e r  to kiss beneath the mistletoe? Last I checked, your intended showed little interest.” How cruel to spurn his affections!  F a l s e as they may be, few boasted the  p l e a s u r e  of sharing a demon’s kiss and live to tell the tale.

     Parasitic plant (how fitting) still pinched delicately between pristine gloved digits sways invitingly above her crown of ebony locks, broad smile widening, sanguine gaze tracing freely the soft lush of her lips. Lascivious and blatant, he made no play at hiding what he wanted from her and why should he?

beast: jUDGES U ://

Meta Writing! || Accepting.

ACES. Weeeeelllllll now, you just gave me a reason to rant about my kiddos ! ! Thank you anon. ♥ So, let’s see, where do I begin…

Beast was one of the first members of the circus Joker ever met whilst he was on the streets, firstly ( the other was Dagger, who followed Beast around ). With him and her being around the same age. they grew close- and even became something of an adopted family to little Dagger, even if they never admitted it. Truthfully, when they were on the streets, Joker and Beast felt nothing but platonic, familial feelings for each other.

Then, their family began to grow.

As we all know, Beast has unrequited feelings for Joker, so I’m not going to rant on behalf of her. This is about Joker’s feelings towards her, so let’s get to that then.

Joker… knows about Beast’s feelings for him. Or at least, he has a slight suspicion, anyway, that they might be more than familial feelings, but he only tests the waters when they’re together- small touches on her shoulders or hands, pecks on the cheek as thanks ( which he does to all his family members if they allow him; he just really loves his family ok ), and of course, there’s the scene with the flowers ( skip to 1:30 for it, and it’s subbed ! ). More or less, Joker knows there’s something there, but he’s still unsure about it. He might even have feelings back for her too but he’s?? Got a big internal emotional whirlwind all the damn time because of his Facade needing to be up all the time, and also because he has this terrible feeling that nobody would love him romantically. He wants it, and he would love for Beast to be that person, but he feels like she’d get bored with him, or leave him, or something like that. He doesn’t have a lot of self-confidence when it comes to her.

Food he’d... stolen? 

And there the Undertaker had thought he’d been called a good many things in this life-- from madman to necrophiliac, && down the insult list his endless row of odd monikers went. But thief? That might as well have been a solid first in decades.

Standing in shock as he weighed her long && carefully from behind hidden eyes, the thoughtful tapping of fingernails on porcelain rushed in to fill the gap of silence he’d left. How was he to even reply? It wasn’t exactly on a daily basis that somebody managed to rob him of words, though still about as often as he was told jokes of poor taste && low caliber.

Perhaps it all came down to that; a very poor sort of joke in the end.

❝ Apologies, dear, but I am no such thief. And these,❞ he lifted the jar burdening a rich batch of homemade cookies within. ❝ I’ve baked myself. ❞ Skeptical a creature she struck him as, the Undertaker uncorked the lid && helped himself to one of his bone-shaped biscuits as to settle a point. ❝ See~? I can assure you these will hardly cause you harm. Perhaps only an ill stomach, should you eat one too many delicacies right before dinner. Hehehe... ❞ His laugh was an odd sort, rasp voice like the crackling of ice in an unhinged descendo.