I will always believe

Hannah: "I'd miss you, but I want you to be able to follow your dreams when you're ready too Cromwell! But you have to come over for family dinner every week!" Cromwell was family to Hannah after all

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I figured it had something to do with marriage due to the whole- ❞

He points at the ring on his finger, then sighs. Great. Granted if there were anyone he had to be bound to in some capacity, Trip was one of the few on the list he'd be fine with.

They had some common ground, understanding and similar interests, and getting to know him was nice enough so far. His ward demanded that he go out and "make some more friends" anyway.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I suppose not. Some live separately for various reasons- ❞

He gives a shake of his hand, sneering at the ring as if it offended him.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I simply don't like having something on me I can't remove... In any case, I'm not going to hold you here with me. We can go our separate ways until we next meet up. ❞

"Whoa!" He yelped, trying to dig his hooves into the pavement with little success. "H-Hey!"

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ What in the- ❞

Watching as a wedding band manifests on his finger. At first he tries to remove it but-- nothing. No matter how hard he pulls on it, It's stuck on there.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Shit- Is this some sort of binding spell--? ❞

A glance to Trip, to the wedding band that's formed on the imp's hand. Fucking hell. Of course. Magic. It had to be some magic shit. He was already suffering enough magic shit.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ This was... not intentional. I didn't cast this magic. I swear. ❞

Humming, tilting his head to the side, then the other, really taking in the change... then nodding.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ You look like yourself... and I mean that positively. ❞

He speaks after a moment, using one of his gloved claws to brush some stray strands of hair out of his face.

Just a few munday questions that are kind of odd, kind of not, but I enjoy regardless—

Is there anything you refuse to write on Tumblr, but write on your own or on other platforms?

What's the strangest thing that's ever happened to you ic or ooc?

What's something you can't stand, but still watch/write/read anyway?

If you were a bagel, what flavor would you be?

What's something you could ramble / rant about for hours?

If you were to have a fursona, what would it be?

Have you ever used writing to process something personal?

How long do you think you could stand being in a room with a person constantly correcting everything you say?

Do you believe dreams have meaning?

What would you do if you got isekai'd into your favorite game / book / show? Do you think you'd survive or would you get obliterated in seconds?

Do you think you'd survive a hallmark movie?

Any tropes you hate for no discernable reason? Could be writing, art, etc. etc. something you absolutely do not have a justified reason for disliking it, but you do.

What's the most spiteful animal you've ever met?

What do you collect? If you collect nothing, what do you wish you could collect?

What's your "hear me out"?

What was your favorite childhood toy?

If your muse(s) were a dog / cat / horse breed, what would they be?

If you could take any fictional character and spend a day with them, who would it be?

If you could steal anything, what would it be?

Who do you think you could beat in a fist fight in the Denny's parking lot at 3 am?

He reaches a gloved hand out towards his face, but doesn't make contact with him. A questioning look to pair with it as he asks,

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ May I? ❞

Some people are afraid to say no or are afraid that you will get mad at them! This is to say that you would prefer people politely tell you NO if they don't want to do something!

Don't know how to say no? Here are some ways that shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings:

I'm not really feeling that idea, but maybe we could do (blank) instead

Maybe another time / not right now / I don't have the bandwidth for that kind of plot right now / that's not the type of thing I was really looking for but I'd love to do something else / I'm not currently looking for more threads / It's better for me if we just focus on what we have for now / hmmm what if we did (blank) instead / maybe another time!

" No..."

He'd watch as a shimmering light danced around both his and the she imp's ring finger, a pair of dark rings with a carmine ruby at its center, smaller stones all along the rest of the dark silver. Paimon knew of this magic, he'd seen it hinder many a good man and woman in his time. It would seem fate had indeed come to disgrace him.

For a moment he would look at the matching rings and then to her, he had an idea what was going on here, though he was yet to be sure what all it entailed. Just because the cosmos chose to stick them together did not mean either had to endure it did they? They could simply carry on as normal.

" Get away from me, you! Begone!"

A velvet box dropped into his lap, and inside, was a silver shaving kit. "By all means, be my guest-" She invited with a wink. "-there's plenty of bathrooms here I think, and you can enjoy a good bath, shave and we'll see how it looks."

Setting his glass down he held the kit with care. He'd never had one like this, usually any razor worked. "I shouldn't be too long."

He moved to the bathroom, and hand to stand on the tips of his hooves to run the bath like she suggested. Tugging off his shirt, he looked at himself in the mirror. A skinny man, faded bruises on his ribs. His eyes looked at his middle and slowly ran up his own body until he met his own golden gaze. Sometimes, he didn't feel right in his own skin. Like he wanted to tear some of it off, smooth it soft. He never looked like himself. Or thats how he felt.

Lathering up his face he moved a seat to stand on, holding the silver razor as he carefully began to shave. It had been a pain to make the goatee to grow in the first place, and his heart beat just that little bit faster. What would his dad think? He reminded himself that it didn't matter what he thought. He was gone. This was his body, and he could do what he wanted with it. He could make it feel like his again.