a demon and a god

Lostelle Terrin, a god whose job is to reap the souls fortunate enough for death. And Belian, the spawn of an incubus who adores to push humans towards that death.

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i just unfollowed like a bajillion ppl

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LOL IS ANYONE STILL FOLLOWING THIS ACCOUNT

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Young master. Give it a rest, will you. He's already... dead...

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cosplay by 氷璃

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Frantic Counting;

Lili had gathered up his ducklings, and they followed them in their little line— though today, they were one patito short.  He lead them to his room and boosted them into his bed, one by one.  Bartilio made a little makeshift nest out of his sheets to keep them warm…

When they were all situated, they looked up at the Chilean expectantly.  It was almost as if the ducklings knew there was something wrong with their adopted mother.  He looked especially pale and worn out today.  One of them was missing— the one that usually lead their line.  

Lili finally laid down beside them, gold eyes focused on their little fluffy heads.  

“Uno, dos, tres, cuatro…”  And there was no cinco tonight, he feared.  But Bartilio continued to count, as if one of them would disappear before his very eyes.  ”Uno, dos, tres, cuatro.  Uno, dos, tres, cuatro…” 

Tears slid down his cheeks for the second time that day, light sobs wracking his form.  Perhaps it was just a duck to someone else, but to him it felt like so much more than that.  Something that he had tried to take care of, something he had been raising… it had suddenly been taken away from him, and that hurt more than anything.

“Only cuatro now, si, patitos?”  He asked tearfully, forcing a smile.

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Late Getting Home;;

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“I will promise if you do.”  He kissed at the pale column of flesh before making his way up to the other’s eyes where he, again, kissed away his tears.

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"Ich verspreche," he hummed in their native tongue. His hands cupped either side of Florian's jaw and he held their lips only a fraction apart so they'd just barely touch. "Ich liebe dich. I love you..."

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Late Getting Home;;

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Florian finished out the kiss, pulling away only slightly, his eyes filled with passion the color of blood.  

“Mine,” was all he said, lips ghosting over his pet’s throat.

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He nodded slightly in response, a thin stream rolling down in his cheek. "Do not do that ever again... Not ever." Eyes fluttered shut, long lashes catching another tear that rebelled against his will.

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Late Getting Home;;

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He gripped the other hard around the waist, Lostelle’s back finding the wall as he kissed back just as roughly.  He was so finished with fighting and disagreeing and getting his point across, he was more content with having them both just shove tongues down each other’s throats.

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The hand on his shoulder then wrapped around his neck to keep them close, the one tangled in his hair only tugged harder. That was it; Lostelle was done. He gave into the fact that he wanted Florian and this his 'master' was all his, and no one else could have him. He was done 'looking down down his nose' at the other. It would take a bit of getting used to, but he was breaking.

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Late Getting Home;;

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Florian finally raised his voice.  

“I fucking slept with someone else because I was sad!”  He said, volume echoing through the apartment.  ”I wanted to get my mind off of you and your teasing ways… to kiss me and such, only to say that you do not love me… that is the worst kind of torture.  You look down your nose at me as though I am disgusting— you and I are no different!”

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He wanted to yell. He wanted to yell ten times louder than Florian was now. But instead he kept his jaw clenched and he glared with duo-toned hues that threatened to lose colour due to his current mood. Oh how he wanted to yell as he stared with anger that he hadn't felt in so long, but instead he found himself attaching himself to the other, one hand on his shoulder and the other gripping his ashy coloured hair as he clashed their lips together.

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Late Getting Home;;

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“But you told me that you loved me..”  He looked plainly confused.  ”So there is no reason for me to go out and do as I did again.”  Florian smiled, wiping away the other’s tears before leaning in, kissing them away.  

“I… only want the silver angel I have been trying so hard to chase.  If you don’t want to evade me any longer, then I will gladly devote myself to only you.”

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He as well gained a look of confusion, but for an entirely different reason. The younger acted as if nothing had happened, and in a sense it did... But that wasn't the case to Lostelle, and he wasn't about to let this slide as easily as the German was. Partially because the silver bell was an argumentative person.

"You do not chase someone by sleeping with someone who I assume to be a stranger, considering you were at a hotel..." It almost sounded as if he was forcing himself to say the things he did. He didn't want to give into the other. But it failed for the most part, and he ended up clenching Florian's shirt to cease whatever reactions he didn't wish for from happening.