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A M I C O 118. dove familiar to ciro. owner of flirt club stifled the air in my lungs better not to breathe than to breathe a L I E

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Henry Zaga & Evan Bittencourt

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@mortalisla

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Am I falling in love With the one that could break my heart?

@mortalisla

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Henrique Zaga via his IG (x).

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closed starter for @ciroocasio location: amaranthus house note: theboysarebackintown.mp3

Amico felt like his very much party life had to change to an extent. Unfortunately and fortunately, he now had a thing for a woman with a child. It was definitely a change of pace for him, definitely something to get used to. Not that there had been any development in their relationship at all. Really, it just felt like they were friends hanging out sometimes. They hadn't even kissed for fuck's sake. That was information he didn't even want to bother telling Ciro about yet. His witch would probably drag him for filth even hearing about it. Towel wrapped around his waist, he looked up from his phone and to Ciro. "I'm thinking about having themed nights at the club. Maybe there's such a thing as exotic dancers in drag." He lifted his finger and then pointed towards the other. "Write that down."

[demonguerrero]

@amicocasio location: Flirt notes: two bros that have committed unspeakable crimes

"I didn't see you at the party." Arturo tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice but he always preferred the company of other demons to that of others. Nobody else really understood what it meant to come crawling out of the pit and be forced to fit into a mold that didn't really make sense anymore. "Kind of a bummer, I had a friend I really wanted you to meet." Something about Amico just screamed Parisian.

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"Oh, I was there." Amico never missed a party. He felt like that was very common knowledge in his little demon circles. And he was in a few demon circles. There were the familiars and then there were the other ones. People just seemed to like him. It was probably because his opinion was always so right and he always had the best ideas. It was just so easy for people to gravitate towards someone that was as attractive as he was with an award-winning personality. What could he say? He was just that guy. "Usually, saying you have a friend means I'm in the middle of something with no clothes on. Now I'm even more upset you didn't find me during that party."

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@amicocasio Place: Back of dat strip club

"Hey," Asher was not an infrequent visitor, that much was for sure, but his reasoning was always his own. Maybe it was time he pulled away, but he was relentless. Theo wasn't here to tell him he was being ridiculous, over indulgent – and he'd had his endless supply from that shady elf – the demon was a bonus that hadn't stopped. He'd told Damian that he was out of control sometimes, that the Juno vampire couldn't just make people drop dead anymore – slurping souls was one thing, but biting? Blood from a blood bank was boring, synthetic shit was unnatural, but Amico was always williing.

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The demon was always indulging in things he probably shouldn't have. However, the reality of the situation was that he could do whatever the hell he wanted with no real drawbacks. And he sure as hell didn't mind getting bitten by vampires as long as they asked him first. A little demon blood never hurt anybody. Well, as far as he was aware of course, but still. That was why he didn't ever mind Asher's company. It was a mutual agreement and Amico was nothing if not willing. "Well, look who it is. Didn't even give me time to miss you," he joked.

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Dancing and music; Isla had always adored it. It was the people that set on her on edge, the bodies colliding and men with leering eyes and alcohol in their system. Talking to strangers was also usually either inconvenient or nerve-wracking. As it was, Amico was no longer a stranger. She didn't remember apologizing to the demon about how she'd treated him during the war; the memories had long since vanished into nothing but the vaguest recollection of some feelings like fear and worry. However, the mortal knew what had happened thanks to The Eye and allies who remembered. If she survived a war and apocalypse for years, what was a little party?

The truth was she already had one drink in her system and Evan was safe and now she was in a particularly good mood. Though she didn't remember speaking to Amico, she already promised herself to have greater compassion and understanding for the creatures that surrounded her, fought beside her and would always be around her son. For Evan to learn acceptance and grow up to be better than her, his mother had to find the way to support that. "... You know the samba?" Isla asked, a small grin appearing on her lips as Amico sidled over and made himself known. "Get me one more drink and we'll see." The truth was she'd taken dancing before the piano as a child; samba had been one of the classes. That wasn't something the demon needed to know just yet.

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"Of course I know the samba. I'm Brazilian." Not that he really remembered anything about his life before the Inferno, but he knew who he was in that regard. It always amused him when he thought of how, of every witch in the entirety of the world that could summon him, it had been Ciro. Someone who was just like him in too many ways to count. Amico hadn't been a dancer by any means, but he'd always tried his best and it had just made him better. Trying to teach Ciro when he was younger also helped with that, too. Plus, he felt like it would be embarrassing if he didn't know how to samba. "One more drink and you'll dance with me?" He shook his head, smile firmly planted on his face. "No, no, that won't do. If you can't dance with me sober, then we just can't dance." He held his hand out towards her. "If you step on my feet, I promise it won't hurt as bad as hot coffee to the face."

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closed starter for @mortalisla location: hakan's christmas RAVE note: he on demon time

It seemed like Evan had a babysitter for the night. Good. Amico had no problem with having the kid around, but how was he supposed to make any sort of move when there was a toddler staring up at him the whole time? That would just be half annoying and half uncomfortable. Anyway, what better time to make his move than at a rave? This was his kind of party, but he had a feeling it wasn't really hers. And that just meant he was going to show her around and make sure she didn't get lost. Who knew what would happen by the end of the night? Maybe a kiss. Maybe something else. Who knew? She was giving him the time of day. He might as well have gone for a kiss at some point. The fact that he hadn't in this long time they had been talking was just unlike him. It was fine though. Tonight would be the night. He was sure of it. Or, well, he hoped it would be. Eh, whatever. He'd play it by ear. "You having fun? You look like you might be missing some dancing in your life. I'm a great teacher, I'll have you know. Little samba maybe?"

[hazalseren]

who: @amicocasio where: Amaranthus house

"I hope you know you're wanted here." A natural aversion to demons still existed within her system, Neva's voice in the back of her mind never quite quieted and yet Amaranthus was in her hands, she decided their future and she wanted a kinder, more accessible one to those who existed on the fringes of society. She had the archives at her disposal and she understands why their Amaranthus marking prevented them from blood magic use, it led to terrible, dark roads but she wouldn't turn away from that which was painful and hard to face, she wouldn't repeat history. "You're one of us, you're as much part of Amaranthus as Ciro is." The ache of Ezekiel still stayed with her and she wanted those that showed up at their door to not feel lost.

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Hazal was often too nice for him to cope with, but he also could've expected it. With how long he had been at Ciro's side, he already well knew that he was a part of the Amaranthus. However, it definitely didn't hurt to hear it. As much as he raved about being a demon with not too many feelings, he actually cared quite a bit about this little coven. His loyalty was always to Ciro first and foremost though. It wasn't always just the witch and demon bond that kept him around. No, the two of them had forged a friendship that would withstand the test of time. When Ciro was eventually gone, Amico wasn't sure what would become of him, but they had a long time untilt hat happened. "I'm always wanted. Of course I knew that." That was half a joke and half a true statement. "But you're great for reminding me. I'm here for all of you, you know. Mostly Ciro, but all of you still."

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who: @amicocasio where: flirt

The lights are bright, the crowds are enthralled to her every move and she has never been able to forget all the bad things that touch her so easily as to when she dances. A seductress that has endured time and as she dances, the beads upon her clothes still make that mesmerizing noise that pulls her completely out of her thoughts. When she closes her eyes as she spins upon the pole, she can almost envision the gardens of Babylon. An applause echoes through the room as she ends her number and she remembers how she slaughtered innocents because of her powers of seduction. Exiting from the stage, she finds the club owner at the bar. "It feels good to get back to normal, I was never that good at looking after people and this den of depravity welcomes only the worst in people. It's like being among my own kind."

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When Amico had first come up with the idea of this place, he was sure that Ciro had been skeptical of it. For like two seconds though. Those few seconds were probably just the usual thought that the demon was not going to be good at running a business because he really usually wasn't. But this one? Oh, he was doing a great job with it so nobody could say anything. Who didn't love demons shaking tits and ass in people's faces? It sure as hell was Amico's favorite thing in the world. "Of course it's like being among your own kind. I made this place for the demons. If you didn't feel like you fit in here, then I did something wrong. And I don't do things wrong." As a matter of fact, he was always right.

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@amicocasio location: Amaranthus Coven notes: Salut, mon ami

Everyone was very sad, very sad indeed. It had all certainly been traumatic, but it was over now, time to move on: that's what Neva would have said. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and then keep moving forward one step at a time. Naturally, you had to think twenty steps ahead but that was fine, Hazal had plans and the Amaranthus had reformed. Still powerful, but they stood taller now. "Your bar turned a profit this month, Amico I'm impressed. Look at you, spending money instead of earning it." New ventures were rarely profitable so quickly, it seemed his old friend had finally found their calling. Debauchery, tits, and ass.

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"Of course it turned a profit this month. And it will the next few months, too. You know why? Because I'm really fucking good at this shit." He absolutely wasn't, but that was neither here nor there. Amico was really just trying his best and hoping nothing blew up in his face. If he came home with nothing more than alcohol thrown in his face, then it was a job well done. Anyway, they had more important things to be doing right now. Like going to a fucking awesome rave and getting drunk off their asses. It seemed like they both needed it anyway. "Now...put your clothes on and let's get to that party, huh?"

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