[sanori-ia]

🍊A peek at pretty purgatory {Amori}

[sanori-ia]

He was a good boy, so yes, Sanori was on time. He had been raised well. The man was looking around and taking the shop in again. It had been three weeks but not much had changed, some things had been moved and a few tomes were gone or replaced by others. Sold? Sanori wondered how many tomes were sold a day- or even a week? Month? Was there a big revenue stream in tomes? He simply could not say.

Delighted at the other’s attire he looked the man up and down and blushed a bit. “Those are my dad’s favourite colours,” he complimented- because to Sanori anything his father did was a compliment. The other could probably understand as much from the mothman’s tone.

He followed inside and then looked at the tome, it was stunning and he resisted to touch at first before the other gave him permission and it felt, indeed, amazing. Opening the tome the paper was perfect and would hold his paints so well. He was amazed by the other’s craftmanship. “You really are amazing at this,” he whispered as he looked at the other man and smiled. “it is amazing, thank you. I have your payments digitally if that is okay? I also have, uh, this.” he pulled the large envelope from his bag and offered it to the other with two hands.

“I just wanted, to pay my respects to your craftmanship with… my own.” the portrait had been made with such care. “It mimics the colours you’re wearing today actually.” he said with a grin as he looked the other up and down again.

[amos-ia]

To many, Sanori's admiration for his father would most likely be thought as something sweet, while Amos found the archdemon and the mothboy intriguing for a whole different reason. Of course an archdemon would have taste. Amos didn't mind the similarity in this case but he also mentioned nothing about it.

He watched the mothboy explore his new addition to his hobby, studying him with his gaze. His tomes were usually used for more serious matters than paintings and he still found it mildly amusing that the other found his own paintings so scandalous he might need to hide them, because really, what else would he be hiding them for. But, he looked satisfied with Sanori's reaction to his creation. "It does seem to fit with you," he said about the tome evenly. "Digital works," he assumed Sanori already had his details for the payment, they had been in the agreement.

He lifted a pierced brow at the gift that was offered to him. It was bold of the mothboy to be gifting things to a demon he wasn't, and most likely shouldn't be, familiar with. In silence, he stripped the painting of the paper covering it and his sharp eyes traced the brush strokes, taking his time to scan it thoroughly, the silence stretching. Sanori was talented, he could see it in the technique.

"You possess such accuracy," he complimented the other. Sanori had captured not only his features but also the look in his eyes. Very curious; briefly, he wondered if the other was like a moth to a flame. "You've come all dolled up. Tell me, Sanori, might there be a reason behind that? Heading somewhere?" his retort is casual, like he isn't suggesting Sanori had dressed up for him and taken some sick satisfaction from catching another into his web.

[sanori-ia]

🍊A peek at pretty purgatory {Amori}

[sanori-ia]

Looking at the man a few more tiumes through his lashes the mothboy nodded and noted down the three weeks in his calendar app. It was just an emoticon of a book. “Thank you,” he murmured as he took the paper between his hands and glanced at it but did not read it- Instead he put it in his pocket and with a bow he rushed out of the shop.

– 3 weeks later

Sanori had not been able to stop thinking about the shopkeeper; who had been so attractive in the most dangerous of ways. His skin flushed as he thought about the short and insignificant interactions they had. He had painted the man- with dark colours and red shades that echoed the other’s presence. Unsure if it was a good ‘tip’ he put the painting in a paper envelope and brought it as he entered the small store once more. Dressed in black, tight pants and a loose hanging silk shirt that others told him looked good on him.

“Hello?” he asked as he entered and looked around- eyes large as they scanned the dimly lit shop and he wondered whether the other was in. After all it was three weeks to the day- but he did not know whether the other would be here. He just assumed. His heart fell at the thought of missing out on seeing the mysterious man today.

[amos-ia]

Exactly on time, Amos thought when he heard the door of the shop open and close, making the assumption that it was the moth boy. He was at his desk in the back room where he created the tomes, admiring his own making before he moved it to the extravagant display stand where he displayed them to their new owners before they headed out with them. He would talk through each feature and bind, and hear if it was approved.

Amos never took showing off a finished product lightly. Each item was custom made for the need of the buyer and Amos needed to treat it as something special. Therefore he was always dressed even better than on the daily, this time in a black collared shirt and slacks, with a deep wine red vest adorned with black details on top, a few golden details here and there to compliment the piece he was about to show off. He emerged to the shop's side and was pleased to confirm that it indeed was Sanori, showing up in a timely manner.

Sanori looked different today, dressed like he wanted to impress, and Amos found it quite amusing. The son of a demon seeking approval from all the wrong places, it had the corner of Amos' lips turning upwards. "Come, I will show you what I've created," he replied to the other's greeting, waiting for the man to enter first before he followed him into the room, circling the display stand. The tome was of faux leather, indeed yellow as they had discussed, with black details like vines in the corners and a moth in the middle with golden detailing.

"Have a look at it. Feel it. I think I've succeeded at finding the type of paper you prefer and as requested, the contents will be invisible to another until you decide otherwise."

[amos-ia]

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock

[hemlock-ia]

Their fateful meeting long ago had been one that had been destined- Hemlock had decided this a long time ago. Every time they braided the beads of the friendship bracelet more tightly in their hair. Whispering small enchantments of protection for themselves and Amos alike- they wouldn’t tell the other but Amos was a smart boy. He could figure it out.

He wondered about the vine for a moment and then looked at the other with a small smirk. “With the best magick you can get in tattoo’s- that is a promise.” they said with the smirk loud in their voice as they looked at their work with pride. Hemlock was an artist and a proud one at that. Knowing their worth and nodding. “The best for the best canvas I had the honour to tattoo.” their claws lightly sliding against the others’ skin and making a small purring sound in affection before nodding.

“What, you going to tattoo a dick on me?” he asked but started to prepare a second needle and cleaning the station- making sure to give the other a wide range of colours. “Have you done this before?” he asked as they took their shirt off and revealed the familiar torso. Freckled and there were quite a few tattoos but parts of his arms and heart were still free. “Not the face and hands, aside from that you can do whatever my beloved,” he said and then smirked.

“This is a really cute Valentines date.”

[amos-ia]

One could say there were many unspoken things between the two that never needed to be addressed but were present anyway, both of them aware of such things without the need to put it into words. Hemlock's small spells of protection were one of them, Hemlock being the only one Amos truly trusted another. Amos found words often futile and lacking, the sound of people talking endlessly while saying nothing meaningful had him lean towards actions.

He could have accused Hemlock of flattery after their comment but he did not. Finding it difficult to unstuck his gaze from the tattoo, once free he looked the other demon up and down, assessing the purr as a light chill ran up his back from the touch of their claws. Hemlock was attractive like this, focused on his work. Or perhaps Amos was simply turned on by people actually doing their job, or it was the pain of getting tattooed that had riled him up a little. He decided not to try to find out which of the three it was or if it was a mixture of all, there were more important things to do right now than carnal pleasure.

"You think that low of me?" Amos asked in an amused tone, preferring to stay shirtless for now to give the open wound some time to settle. Mimicking the other demon's actions earlier, he pulled on black gloves, the feeling of the latex familiar on his fingers. "I have not- would you say my experience with the humanoid body puts me ahead of a beginner?" Amos knew a plethora of things about anatomy, skin thickness and elasticity, and to Hemlock's luck, he was good at arts.

Now that their roles were reversed, Amos on Hemlock's seat and Hemlock on the tattoo chair, he adjusted the armrest so that hemlock could flex out their arm, the spot for the tattoo already decided on the demon's mind. "Tsk, shut up," there was no actual malice or threat behind the words, more like a touch of something amusing. He asked for a tattoo pen to trace the design on the skin and as he did so, his chosen spot was exposed; the inner arm where their bicep was. He hadn't chosen it purely because of the empty spot; the skin was thin, tender. He was, after all, always on the side of a little pain. Perhaps it'd excite Hemlock as much as it had excited him earlier.

His hand worked diligently on the drawing even if it was a mere guide for the actual tattoo and he seemed satisfied with the shape after a while; the biohazard sign, one he would make with a combination of yellow and black. It was so very fitting.

[amos-ia]

Pray tell, Father ~ Amos & Fraud

[amos-ia]

Amos had never been one to be inconvenienced by emotions. He was a methodical, calculated, well-educated man in his field and that he was first and foremost, everything came second to his work. Perhaps it was true that Amos did not feel remorse, could not muster empathy, but he understood the concept of them well after all his studies on the different creatures he'd captured over the years. Of course, personality traits and emotional responses were only catalogued in his brain, it wasn't the main focus of his work.

That was, until Amos had gone a tad too close to the fires of hell with his attempt at mixing cloudling blood. One could call it a rookie mistake perhaps, if it wasn't Amos they were talking about. But the thing about him was that his blood, volatile by nature, had become quite the catastrophic mixture over the years and while what happened to him shouldn't have been possible, it wanted to attach itself and transform like it had its own will at this point.

His mistake nagged at him constantly. Spending any amount of time with a cloudling was bad enough, when the thing persistently wanted to watch cartoons and asked for plushies, but then it also started to affect his work. He would be dissecting a piece of an unconscious creature and felt a tug in his chest like something wasn't right. Like what he was doing was wrong, or how he felt longing for another, both feelings unnecessary and very, immensely inconvenient.

After realising his mistake, most discreetly he'd tried to find ways to revert the damage to no avail. He had tried distance and close proximity, then had the disgusting realisation that none of the emotions truly were his but were the creature's and that made him feel like he wasn't in control. It was something he wouldn't admit to anyone, hardly even to himself.

Time passed and there seemed to be no answers. Amos despised every hunch of the other's feelings, had learned to suppress the effect of it so he could actually still work without feeling guilty, but there was still that small bit about if the idiot walked into traffic chasing a butterfly, Amos would die with the creature and that if anything made him feel like he wasn't in control. And control was everything.

He sat at his shop's desk after closing time, writing down ideas for a commission he had gotten earlier that day, the room mainly illuminated by the desk lamp while the rest of his shop was quite dim. The walls of his shop were lined with tomes and the lack of light made it seem increasingly cosy. He expected no more quests and was ready to head to the lofted area through his back room where he had set up a miniature version of his apartment for times when he didn't want to go back and forth between his shop and his apartment, but then he heard a knock on the door.

Amos had never been one to forget scheduled meetings, he was certain this wasn't going to be his first time. He eyed the door like he was trying to confirm if the knock had been real or something he imagined, only for it to sound again. Who could it be at this hour? He rose from his seat, closed the book he was writing his ideas out on and with no hurry, he walked to the door to unlock it, met with a face he did not recognise. "Who might you be and how can I help you? The shop is closed for today."

@fraud-ia

[amos-ia]

Pray tell, Father ~ Amos & Fraud

[darkangelic]

Karma “Hooray” 😼

[amos-ia]

Thought you’d be lighter without all that blood ~ Stemos

[steve-ia]

Amos had accidentally adopted a stray angel it seemed and now Steve was following him. His expression soured at being called good. He did not feel good- which was a big problem when you asked him. Instead of saying that he shrugged “I am not in charge of determining what is good or what isn’t,” he answered in a non-commital way. Wondering what the other was all about. “Assuming you are bad or evil?” He inquired as a follow-up and then grinned a little. This felt like some sort of sitcom. An angel and a demon- the joke of the century.

A thief and a murderer. Seemed like pretty normal demon things if he was being honest. Though it still irked him- not enough to do something about it but enough to have it show on his face as he glared at the pocket where the other had put the trinkets. “Thanks, but no thanks.” He figured he would end up in Hell in the end anyway. Sooner or later they would figure out that he was an absolute failure and put him where he ultimately belonged: a cosy cell in hell.

“I can be ravished here just fine, thank you.” he cleared his throat and touched the invisible golden halo around his neck, giving himself some air as he thought about the last time he was ravished.

Steve still felt the anxiety of the crime scene but relaxed a tad being in the safe magical borders once more. The wings and halo came back out again as he was no longer in immediate danger. Even if Amos wanted to harm him he knew that on the academy grounds it was impossible for him to die.

Steve did not know, yet, he was immortal and that death was a long-given-away dream. He would figure that out sooner or later. Perhaps even in the company of the demon.

“I think Heaven is as interesting as Hell, you know, just two sides of the same coin and Earth and such are the side of the coin.” he said as he pulled out a coin and showed Amos as if he did not know how to visualise it.

“Huh, what is this place?” he asked as they had arrived at the shop.

[amos-ia]

A stray angel indeed. Something clicked in his mind, like puzzle pieces coming together, and it had Amos looking amused. "A virgin angel," it was more of a statement than a question- Steve would not be in the grey in-between if he was experienced. He was still but a fledgling, trying to find out if his wings carried- that's the conclusion Amos came to, anyway. The wings would most likely not if he kept hanging around the demon. "Who will you help if you cannot even believe yourself to be good, hm?" he overwrote being called evil, feigning confusion.

Amos would, however, have a problem with being called a simple thief and a murderer. The demon was many things, most of them being worse than theft, but he was also incredibly proud and particular about titles. Thankfully for Steve, he'd kept that thought to himself. "So awfully negative, this is why angels are such dry company. No, no, no.. It's almost like you don't know how to have fun at all," the demon sighed much like he was getting a headache. "Or perhaps you simply don't want to, afraid you'll smudge your fresh title?"

Amos discarded the topic of ravishing for now, the other's clear discomfort pleasing to him. For all the manners he possessed, playing with his food had always been a vice of his. Their encounter with the hunters was like a faraway memory now, considering how little it had affected him, his focus now on the trinkets he'd acquired from them and the possibilities they presented for his shop.

As he stood in front of his shop's door, he glanced at the coin the other had pulled out, an eyebrow slightly raised. "I shall grant you angel points for being so philosophical," he tilted his head, looking at the angel as he pondered, weighing the possibilities and whether inviting the other in was worth his time in the first place. Then, he fished out his keys and nicked his thumb until it produced a droplet of unnaturally dark blood, reaching for a particularly oddly shaped swirl on the door to press it on while he turned the lock with his other hand.

"A place of business. Say, angel, would you like a tour of the most curious items in all of Fogatas?" he smirked at the other faintly, pulling the door open. Steve was free to join him or not, though Amos was hardly done messing with him yet.

His shop was a carefully considered mixture of old and new, walls lined with books, tomes, items of all sorts. The air felt slightly heavy but not of dust, the smell of rich cologne dancing around the space.

[jilixsunshinetwins]

Skz's mother line

Daily Jilix

[formerlytaegyued]

[amos-ia]

Thought you’d be lighter without all that blood ~ Stemos

[steve-ia]

“Generally,” the angel answered “I am not much into kidnapping people or holding them hostage. It isn’t really my style.” The sirens were coming closer and there was a shift in the air- he felt the anxiety of the people around them, not close enough to see them but they heard the same sirens and wondered what was going on for the police to come around. “No crisis, just wondering about my kin-” he shouldn’t say this to a demon, should he? Really wanted that guidebook with all the rules of angels right about now.

“Are you graverobbing- well, not grave since they’re not buried yet but stealing on top of murder?” he asked as he watched the other pick up a piece of jewellery. That was disrespectful and his cheeks reddened as he whispered a light prayer for the fallen hunters- even if they had been an enemy. They deserved to be guided up- or down.

He followed the other as they left the crime scene and frowned. “So, you live in the magical area as well.” Steve concluded as they turned the corner and his angelwings and halo disappeared to make him look human. “I haven’t been in hell.” he answered and frowned “What is it like? Is it really just fire, torture and tears?” he couldn’t imagine anyone wanted to live in a place like that.

Heaven though- he did not know how that looked either. He had been revived and then just woke up here on Earth. He assumed he had to have been in Heaven but did not have any memories of that time. Instead, all he got was Earth and then a few realms here and there he visited for work or relaxation.

“Have you ever been close to Heaven, then?”

[amos-ia]

The demon sighed, his gaze on nothing in particular as they walked, "Perhaps live a little every now and then, doesn't it get tiring to be all.." he gestured at the other with his hand, "Good, assuming that's what you are." He did not believe in pure good, any thing could be lured into a trap and any creature had a dark desire. But had he just suggested a kidnapping of some sort? Perhaps. Amos had, after all, once captured plenty of living beings for their experiments.

The laugh he let out was cold, barely amused at all. "Such a pity you couldn't save them so they could keep their little trinket," he said nonchalantly, patting the pocket the pendant was now in. "You can pray all you want, it won't bring them peace and it won't exorcise a demon," he glanced over at the other for the first time since they had started walking, having heard the other's whispers before. There was a faint spark of humor in his eyes as he wondered what to do about the other. The angel didn't seem like your average angel.

"Oh, hell is much more than fire, torture and tears, but the best parts have those too," one wouldn't be able to tell if he was being serious about the last part or not. Most likely he simply wanted a reaction out of the other. "A touch of fallen and I can take you there. If you went now, you'd be ravished or torn to pieces. Perhaps both." He smirked, making it obvious that he was playing with the other's mind.

"Figuratively perhaps. I don't imagine it's much of an interesting place," he scanned the other from head to toe as he continued heading towards his shop, wondering just how far the other was intending to follow him now that they were far enough away from the crime scene that one could barely hear the sirens anymore.

[amos-ia]

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock

[hemlock-ia]

They liked demons, it was fun to hang out with others that understood their heart so perfectly. Though the demon had some issues with their ego- thinking most other demons were just dumb fucks with their dicks and vaginas set to the ‘morbid and  sadism’ setting permanently. It was offputting when some demons were so focused on only pain and never other things. While Amos was definitely bit of a destruction-gremlin Hemlock enjoyed their artistry and loved how they had gotten together like this.

They did not care for Amos’ less interesting character traits as Amos did not care for those of Hemlock that were off-putting (Hemlock thought they were perfectly fine, but they also weren’t dumb enough to not know others might not be as adoring towards his silliness).

“Imagine what I know, if you think I am spilling a lot.” a laugh, it echoed through the shop. Shifting slightly to get better access to the other’s skin as he made sure every line was perfect. “Maybe you need to include a manual, or a small informational pamphlet.” they offered in jest- but it would help. “A plain white one?” They asked and shrugged. An empty canvas begged to be filled- they did not care for minimalism (as was obvious with all the sketches, photos and trinkets on the walls of the store).

“Maybe they want to decorate it themselves, or disguise it as a regular notebook?” Hemlock couldn’t help but to think of possible reasons for such a boring request.

“That would be lovely, I could give you one of my vines,” they offered and that was a huge piece of trust- even if their vines grew back it would hurt and it was part of them. A piece of their core being, and they offered it so freely to Amos.

Such trust was also why they showed the other such sweet kinds of affection even if they knew Amos wasn’t one to accept it easily.

“Fae are beautiful, they respect nature and some love the autumn as much as spring.” they defended their own love for the faefolk. Then snorted at the other for speaking of buying the wings. “You should make a tome for yourself with the wings, I am done by the way.” they got up and studied the tattoo. The skin around the intricate design was red and angry- but there was a slight glow to the design as the magic of the demon was still surging through Amos.

There was a large mirror in the shop and Hemlock gestured for Amos to use it and a hand-mirror to study the design. “What do you think?” they asked as their eyes studied the design, finding no flaws.

“Do you want to put a small tattoo on me? It’ll last only a few years since my skin regenerates but still,”

[amos-ia]

Although, yes, he thrived on chaos at times, he was confident he was more sophisticated than half the demons he had come across. So much so that he had been labelled a bit of a diva by some because he had standards. The chaos he created was often well calculated and not mindlessly executed. The reason why the two had been as close as they were was that Hemlock was not a mindless creature and although Amos was not much for the brighter parts of life, it was better than the company of someone brainless.

"What an ancient tome you are," he snorted even if information was something he valued. "Disguise my precious creations? What a sad existence," he sighed, his theatrics showing. Amos, who was far from a minimalist or someone who had anything to hide or disguise, could hardly imagine what kind of a creature would want to do such a thing. Then again, he was nearly untouchable. Not every creature had that luxury.

"I will handle it with care," he replied, such sentiments from him rare but the amount of trust in the other's offer wasn't lost on him. He was already thinking of a possible design and what he could do with it. On another note, the other demon's enjoyment of faeries was truthfully very fitting for them, Hemlock reminding Amos of a fairy of sorts at times. Just better than one of those could ever be.

As soon as Hemlock was done with the tattoo, the demon rose from his statue-still position and took the offered hand mirror as he walked over to see the design. He took a moment to simply trace the lines with his gaze, rather than judging it, he marvelled at how perfect it was. Slowly, the corners of his lips curved upwards slightly, his expression showing satisfaction. "The best piece I have laid eyes on," he complimented the other's work. It was him. The design perfectly suited him.

Then, his gaze flicked to the other demon, his expression turning into a smirk. "Anything? I have a perfect design in mind."

[sanori-ia]

🍊A peek at pretty purgatory {Amori}

[sanori-ia]

No, Minwoo had held the other away from that side of life for now. In the protective borders of the academy M inwoo let Sanori play. Like a kid in a kiddiepool- this was what the academy was for Sanori. Sanori was. of course, not a child but he was left in the dark about a lot of things. That was also why Sanori was so flustered now, showing his art like this- he was unsure about a lot of things and most of all himself.

A smile broke as the other confirmed he could work with this and nodded in confirmation- that was good. “Theft?” the man asked and then shook his head. He did not think anyone would steal his art- just…

“I just want it to be invisible to other people’s eyes, unless I want to show it? Maybe when I take it out it becomes visible, is that possible?” he asked the other unsure as he tapped the binder he held unsure. Cheeks flushed again, now because he thought of all the things he could paint when he was sure no one would see it. “No, not deadly at all, I just want it to be invisible to others!! I don’t want to kill anyone.” he said, almost tripping over his own words as he tried to explain the concept to the other man. This was getting out of hand! His antennae were buzzing as he got a little upset at the idea.

[amos-ia]

"That can be done," he replied politely as he noted it down, hardly surprised the other didn't want any of the extras he enjoyed adding the most. The boy seemed flustered enough that the demon dropped conversing about harmful things, taking one more glance at the other's binder before he lowered his own clipboard. "I suppose that is all the information I'll need," he motioned towards the door back to the shop. There were a lot of details to see in the back room they stood in but he did not think it would be of any interest to the other, considering how sensitive he seemed.

It wasn't that he cared about the opinion of the other but it seemed boresome to entertain the mothboy further for now. Amos was certain the two would meet each other again and not only because of the commission; if Hemlock had a weak spot for fairies, Amos thrived on messing with anyone he could ruin a little one way or another. Once back on the shop's side, he pulled the note he'd written off and gave a copy of it to the mothboy. "As a reminder of what you've ordered specifically. Come by in three weeks."

[amos-ia]

[amos-ia]

Thought you’d be lighter without all that blood ~ Stemos

[steve-ia]

“No. I have hunted demons but never caught one alive so I didn’t need to worry about their diets.” the angel scoffed at the man as he looked at the demon and made a face. What an unpleasant son of a bitch this was. He continued to rub his halo, now with his sleeve, to get the hunter blood off. Ew.

The other might say he didn’t think he looked like an angel? Well- “that makes two of us,” the angel grumbled at the man as he looked up again as he sighed and put the (still slightly muddy) halo back above his head. “Are all angels high and mighty then?” he asked- and it might have sounded like some sort of rhetorical question- but he was genuinely wondering. All he had met was one fallen angel (angry) and a cupid (even angrier).

“Generally when faced with something like you, yes, I get quite whiny.” he gave back- he did not think he was whiny. He thought he was being quit good for having to kill hunters and now converse with a demon, a DEMON. He would have hunted those before but not now, somehow as an angel he was less inclined to kill demons which was wild since he thought that it was more in his system to destroy the spawn of hell or something.

Someone really should give him a manual on how to be an angel. “What the fuck kind of children are you around?” he asked as he stepped over the bodies and past the other as he started to walk away from the scene and eyed the demon. “Are you going to kill the police too or are you coming?” his wings twitched a bit as he looked to the West. “They’re coming and I am not here to deal with a bunch of humans who think they’re walking into some sort of gang-related shooting.

“You live near here or did you crawl out of some hell pit somewhere?”

[amos-ia]

"Perhaps you should try it. Can get fun," he commented on the never caught one alive part. Amos was a bit of an expert at that, having caught an array of creatures in his lifetime. The next question had his eyes glinting as he went back a decade, to one of the moments him and Helmock had defiled an angel- definitely not all of them looked high and mighty. "They're not," he then looked at one of the hunters on the ground as his eyes caught something after he'd nudged the body with his foot, "are you having some sort of an existential crisis, asking something like that?"

It was amusing, really. The guy seemed just about as disgusted with him as most angels but sure didn't seem like he knew how to be his own species otherwise. Ah, anyway. Amos took a napkin out of his pocket and leaned down towards the body, having spotted a curious necklace on one of the hunters. Knowing better than to touch anything of the sort with bare hands, he slid it between the napkin and tugged harshly to have it snap so he could collect it and inspect it further later.

"So narrow-minded," he sighed, though it was obvious mockery from his side. After eyeing the pendant for a bit, he slid it into his pocket, planning to take it back to his shop to figure out if it had some magical qualities. Perhaps these hunters weren't here by chance.

"Demon children?" he suggested, a smirk making its way back to his features. In reality he was around no children at all but it seemed like a good twist of a knife. "I would have to send my clothes in for a wash again- ah, can't be bothered," he thought out loud when he was asked if he'd kill the police too. He took a final look at the hunters and when he saw nothing of interest anymore, he turned his back on them to begin his way back to his shop.

"Asking because you'd like to visit?" he glanced at the other, amused. The response would be a no, Amos knew ( and wanted it to be ) that, but it was fun to counter it anyway. "Fogatas is a good hell simulation anyway, is it not," he shrugged, "tell me, angel, ever been close to hell yourself?"

[minsung-archived]

soft sunshine twins

[amos-ia]

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock

[hemlock-ia]

“Now now, you wouldn’t want to hurt all of them.” he mused as the face of a shared friend flashed through his mind as he worked and sighed- knowing that Amos would want to burn Yeosang too- definitely. He worked carefully as the other sat so nicely for him and in a way this had to be romance. In some sort of fucked up way this was a form of intimacy. After all the way the other trusted him was more than either of them would do with anyone else. It was not ‘just’ a tattoo- it was an act of trust.

“I take you as a demon,” Hemlock answered to Amos with a smirk. The lines were going on well, making beautiful art appear under their fingertips. It was soothing to see how well it started to look and to know that Amos was now, in a way, forever marked by Hemlock.

Not that Hemlock was possessive in any way.

“Hmmm, do you think I tell you everything Amos!” he laughed, but it was a warm sound. One with adoration in his voice- oh he liked the other so much. “What is a boring tome, do you not make them all interesting? I will think of something, it could be your anniversary gift to me.” they decided, the could wasn’t really a suggestion. More a nice way to state it.  “Maybe something to do with plants, perhaps… ah, could you make something where a plant can grow on it? I can provide some of the magic.” they offered, getting excited.

He leaned over and gave a slight nuzzle against Amos’ neck before continuing work. “It’s a date then, for sure,”

What followed was laughable. “I do not conquest like that Amos- I followed a person here because I was bored and I found another fae to amuse me. Small and incredibly stupid, I think you’d like him too.” he laughed “but nothing to keep my interest for long, I fear people fall in love with me too easily and I just don’t have the energy for that all the time. I do not enjoy heart-breaking as much as world-destroying.”

[amos-ia]

It was true, there was trust like no other between the two demons. Although Amos had been with a pack of their kind before, he had always been someone who kept others at distance, for no other real reason than the fact he enjoyed solitude, knew with that came perfect products when someone wasn't putting their fingers in the mix. He had always been very particular, infuriatingly so, many would say. Demanding, harsh, qualities that oftentimes complicated even the simplest relations. But the duo had never needed to cling onto such things. It was much like co-existing in some sort of symbiosis.

Although Hemlock couldn't see it, a small smirk formed on his lips. "May I never escape the expectations of our kind," he replied after being told he was taken as a demon. Nothing was truly better than being one, being superior. His shoulders relaxed under the other demon's touch, the gun penetrating ink into his skin starting to feel more like a massage than anything else. A two in one deal, how nice.

"You spill quite a lot," he snorted, though he stayed still. He shared with Hemlock more than he shared with others and he was sure it worked the same the other way around too. But everyone kept things to themselves. Then he sighed, seeing the list of tomes in his mind's eye. "Mm, I'm starting to think not everyone knows the original usage of tomes. I was requested to make a plain white one. You could ask anything in the world and you choose white. Tells a lot about a person," it made him think of the teens of this age. And he despised teens and their odd stylistic decisions.

Now, a tome for the other demon would be a truly wonderful idea. The simple suggestion of the other had his mind already full of ideas. "Perhaps there could be vines- vines that hold the tome shut from unwanted visitors. Ah, perfect. I'll get right on it." If he was not stuck to the chair, getting hammered with a needle, he would be out the door to draw out his ideas.

The way he acted around the other was rare of him. While they leaned in for the nuzzle, Amos tilted his head the smallest bit, giving them the space they required. He had never been one for tenderness, the air around him enough of a warning to keep anyone at bay, clearly stating boundaries even without a word. People feared him. That's why they were attracted to him in the first place; nobody could resist playing with fire. And perhaps in his youth he had bitten when Hemlock tried to show such affection, in lack of a better word, but these days he was hardly even bark. He didn't need to be. His only response was to nod at the confirmation.

To Amos, heartbreak was delicious to witness. The simple thought of someone's eyes slowly beginning to water, a whimper entering their every word when their world was shattered, made his mouth water. It was its own kind of world-destroying. He had always been a selfish demon who wanted to take, take, and take, just because he could. "Mm," a low hum escaped his throat in response, his mind now swirling with possibilities. "To amuse you," now that amused him, "you and your thing for fae. I'd take the wings off that thing. In fact, some time ago I was able to purchase a set, it now hangs on my store's wall. Such fragile things the fey are."

[amos-ia]

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock

[hemlock-ia]

“hmm, I would love to touch your skin and be burned. However your conquests might feel differently about that.” their thoughts shot to a certain fresh-faced creature and a small smirk lined his lips at the idea of him being burned when they touched Amos.

What a treat to be complimented by the other and the flowers and mushrooms under hit hat trembled with excitement as he accepted the positive words and knew that Amos was not one for kindness- No, when the other demon gave you a compliment he meant it which was good. Hemlock did not need the compliment for their own self worth- knowing he was a skilled artist and the best at what they did but it still was nice especially coming from Amos.

“A gift!” Hemlock exclaimed in delight and nodded as they twirled in their place and then promised to come by soon- picking up the inks one last time to check before taking off their hat and putting the long blonde locks up in a messy ponytail. The plants seemed to like to be ‘free’ as they swayed in the air, they were part of the demon and yet they were also their own entities. A symbiotic relationship of sorts- Hemlock did not think of them as children or alike but like parts of hair. Things to be used and admired aesthetically but nothing more.

Placing the stencil he nodded at the placement and checked one more time with Amos before sitting down behind the other on a small chair as he put on his black gloves and turned on the magical machine. It was much like a human tattoo gun but powered by magic and he made sure that it was up to the other demon’s standards. Knowing better than to have mentioned numbing cream or a spell to ease the pain. “Boredom is death.” he said as he was working on the first part of the tattoo. “I could use a tome, to write all me secrets in. But I bet you put in a spell to see all the secrets people write, or not?” they asked. Teasing but also serious. He wouldn’t put it past Amos.

“We should go on a vacation together soon, you and I, to some demon world. Maybe just the Down- the Hellscape the academy has a link to. Don’t you miss eating human ribs and watching fairies dance?” they asked with a small smirk- the other would be able to hear it in his voice.

[amos-ia]

Of course Hemlock would enjoy getting burned by Amos if he was to go with the magic offered to him, the two of them hardly flinched at pain. But the mention of his conquests amused the demon, oh how true that was. "Not that I would mind causing them a little pain," he would shrug if he thought it was appropriate but while the other worked, he dared not move. It was common knowledge that Amos enjoyed playing with his food a little too much, Yeosang was no exception. If anything, such innocence just egged him on.

Snorting at the other's comment about the spell he could possibly put on his tomes, he relaxed after the initial first press to his skin, getting used to the vibration of the machine. "What kind of a professional do you take me as?" he asked with amusement in his tone. The entire reason why he had begun to make the tomes in the first place was because the wrong people had snooped at the wrong time, causing an awful lot of damage. Though that was something he had not gotten to yet with Hemlock, if he ever was going to. Even though Hemlock knew more than most, that bit of information might be too personal to share with anyone.

"Besides," he smirked even if Hemlock couldn't see it, he could hear it, "why would I need to read your secrets when you tell them without prying." Amos did not expect the other demon to tell him everything and he was hardly interested in every detail of another person's life. But he did trust that whatever he needed to know, Hemlock would tell him. Everyone deserved their privacy. "I'll make you one if you want it, just make sure you request something interesting. I have too many boring tomes on my list already," he preferred ones with proper spells and beautifully decorated, yet most people these days preferred their tomes plain and with barely any kick.

The offer of yet another trip widened his smirk, though otherwise he stayed still so the other could keep working. "How could I say no," he thought out loud, "nothing better than seeing a flash of pain on an innocent face. It's been a while since our last trip." He paused, then added, "Speaking of innocent, do you have a conquest in the making?"