C A I M

nothing has to be true, but everything has to sound like it was. [ independent oc blog, open to rp with anyone ] number of times mun has misspelled caim as cain: 3

[terraene]

It was the wurst.

[terraene]

                    ❝ It was the wurst. ❞  The female would burst into a fit of giggles. As she holds her stomach a little. But soon enough it would die down as a smile is bright upon her face, ❝ Thank you for humoring me. That was very kind of you! ❞

[avimancer]

That brings out another loud chirping laugh from the demon. Bad jokes are always the best jokes. "Not a problem, little miss," is his reply once he can manage to compose himself again. "People aren't too fond of being funny where I come from so it's, it's, it's a nice change." This with a flash of a smile and a wink. Just to let her know he appreciates it.

[avimancer]

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[avimancer]

; gonna be out all day but like this if you want a starter and i'll hop to it soon as i get home !!

[terraene]

            Puns was horrible but Lucinda couldn’t help but burst into laughter one more. Soon she looks at him with anticipating, her hand resting on her chest. ❝ Huh, why did it get hot? ❞ Soon there was the punline and she would burst out into giggles. ❝ That is a great one! I hope you heard about the joke about the German sausage. Have you? ❞ Because there is a punchline there.

[avimancer]

He's hanging on her words despite himself. It's not a very demon thing to do but if he can't enjoy a few bad jokes every once in a while then what's the point in anything? Caim leans in eagerly, eyes wide, briefly pushing aside his attempts to wrack his brain for another terrible pun. "I haven't, I haven't, tell me--?"

[avimancer]

strxnzo

[ he's been out in the cold for a while now, fingers and lips gone thoroughly blue, and he's absolutely having the time of his life--reveling in the sensation on his skin, unpleasant as it is, a different kind of burning than he's been having to endure for far too long. he'll hate it in the morning and kick himself for doing it, probably, but for the moment he's high on life itself--

--not quite used to having a body again, though, especially not one so numb, and he misjudges the distance to the person he's walking past, shoulder-checking them on the way by hard enough to send a shock through his arm. woah. not so good.

he'll just turn around slowly, hands raised in a more or less nonthreatening gesture, rather at odds with the shit-eating grin on his face. ]

Whoops! Clumsy, clumsy me.

[terraene]

avimancer

                   She had been holding back this laughter for a now. But now she wanted to share her happiness with the other. ❝ Sir, sir! Hey, hey! Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He’s all right now. ❞ Now the female holds her sides as she tries not to burst a gut.

[avimancer]

He doesn't--what? He's used to his attention being pulled aside by some stranger or other, but it's not usually for jokes; the surprise of it takes him a second to register what she'd even said but before long he's cackling along with her. "Oh--oh wow, oh wow, that one's really something--" He's going to take a moment for his laughter to die down before he can fire one back, "--okay, why did the stadium get hot after the game?" Cue the necessary pause. "Because, because, because, all the fans left!"

[avimancer]

; okayy i'm off to work so like this if you want a starter i guess? and i'll get to it when i get home? yip

[avimancer]

; MAN i really need to get back into the groove, give me some good people to follow? ; w;

[avimancer]

[ it's been a long time since his feet have touched solid ground--since he's had feet, really, occupied anything other than the space it takes for smoke to swirl; but he's back up from hell, ready to walk the earth again. it's a holiday, of sorts. just a break from being the errand boy, down in the pit.

so he's picked the coldest night available to wander around, outright refusing to bundle himself up against the frost, more than content with the shivers wracking his whole body.

better this than having to feel the fire still playing on his skin. ]

[oscen-deactivated20141128]

      - A smile came to her lips. “Thank you for the offer but no, if you did something like that it would throw the balance off.” Of pretty much everything but eh why tell him. Life was stupid that way, but she was born into it. So thus she honestly couldn’t help it. Soon a laugh came from her lips

"Oh? I guess I am really lucky. Not often I run into someone with a sword around these parts. So what does one do to entrain you?"

[avimancer]

"Bo--ring. Life's no fun when you worry about keeping things in check. Nothing ever happens." After all, if he'd bothered worrying about the balance all those many years ago, he'd still be whiling away his time up in Heaven, placing bets on what kind of organism was going to crawl up out of the mud next. He shrugged again; he wasn't planning on fighting her on it, in any case. Killing wasn't his style, after all.

Sword? Oh, right--he'd almost forgotten he was holding it. He tipped his head to one side thoughtfully, giving the sword an experimental swing (well clear of the young woman). "Well, you could start by telling me a little about yourself. A pretty little thing like you has got to have some interesting stories~"

[marineroyal]

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[traumeriinarchive]

(☾☆) — The former frequent smoker always found herself attracted to the smell of smoke. In this particular case she found the way he smoke more intriguing. Amber eyes flickered as she walked closer to see better. As he opened her mouth she prepared herself to leave because she expected him to shoo her away. To her surprise delight he didn’t. ❝Very cool. How did you do that?❞ 

[avimancer]

The fact that the other seemed open to this interaction progressing beyond a single response was exciting to the demon--he was used to people getting unnerved or uncomfortable or suddenly remembering that they left the stove on, so this was a nice change. Caim sighed lightly, another plume of thin smoke escaping into the open air.

"Magic, clearly," was his reply, accompanied by a waggle of the eyebrows that dispelled the seriousness in his tone. "I'm a fire mage." Well, it was less of a lie than outright calling himself a human. Any wholesome people he knew would probably be pleased to hear it. "Wanna see some tricks?"

[avimancer]

[ let's pretend i didn't just disappear for like two days ]

[avimancer]

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[mythkillers-blog]

                              “ Hm, is it. ”

               Her return is more of a challenge than a question ; they’ve been long enough apart by now that Na’amah feels she ought to ascertain once more whether he’s still worthy of her attentions, or if he’s grown distasteful in the breadth of their separation.

               Part two of that intention is revolving to face him in full ; fingers holding his jaw, gentle but firm, gaze sharp and direct in unwavering eye contact and the ensuing assessment. Really, he shouldn’t use such bold, presumptuous words when he can’t even bring himself to do something as pure and simple as look her square in the eye.

                              “ Now, dearest, we both know I could eat you eyeballs to entrails for your impertinence — that’s really no way to greet an old friend. ”

               Lover? Their relationship always was rather undefined ; and, apparently, still is. Hm. As they say : go figure.

                              “ If you’re going to talk so big, act the part and look me in the eye when you do it. Or am I frightening you? ”

[avimancer]

Hm. Strike one. Not so much predation as a test, and acting the part of the obedient inferior won't get him anywhere. Still, he's reluctant to look her in the eye not because of fear--but because there's far too much honesty in a gaze held by another.

"Didn't I, didn't I tell you once that I'm not scared of anything?"

He meets her eyes then, smile stretching as wide as it can go, and he tips his head to one side in a mockery of innocence.

"No point in threatening me like that, then, if you're not going to frighten me away, old friend."

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and the one he no longer has is burning red with nothing but longing and a white-hot core of affection, because he's always held her in such high regard, because she's the only one he can bear to be around--a whole host of other reasons involving touch and taste and murmured voice that make his vessel flush when they come to mind.

"Tell me I'm worthy of you, darling. Be my queen again. I miss you terribly."

[mythkillers-blog]

               A hum on the cusp of a purr passes the artful curve of lips at the affections offered ; sue her, her mind’s still a little clouded with the press of bodies, and it takes just a moment longer than usual to remember who she’s talking to. (Friends, not food — isn’t that what they say?)

               A beat later, though, she’s shifting her hands to trap, however gently, his wrists ; rising to her feet and then circling, always held in a certain predatory grace, hands then abandoning their grip. Lips graze the outer shell of his ear (friend/food debate aside, she still lives for this, the shudder, the reluctant conceding of the mind to the body against its better judgment), and when she speaks it’s low, silken.

                               “ You’ve been very rude, darling — chasing me for weeks, for shame. Really, I shouldn’t allow you to touch me at all, silly thing. ”

               She missed him too, of course, in her way ; but she feels a little high, and his new vessel is a pretty one — maybe, just maybe, she catches the flesh at the side of his throat’s column for a second or two between predator’s teeth, though it’s more a gesture of affirming her supremacy than anything directly sexual in overtone.

[avimancer]

Speaking with her has always been more like a dance than a conversation, with how the movements are just as important as the words; he lets himself be led, because he's obedient if nothing else, because fighting back would get him nowhere, because he's not sure if he'd want to, anyway.

Not when her touch sends such a thrill through him, at least. As it always has.

"Maybe a little rude, but it's your fault, really," he comments idly, gaze flicking over every part of her when her prowling takes her past (save her eyes, of course, he can't bear to face those, not while it might still be a challenge). "I'm, I'm, I'm a puppy, like you said. And you never told me to stay."

His head tips back unbidden at the touch of teeth on skin, a shiver racing down his limbs; lifts a hand (however unsteady) to catch hers once more as she moves, his smile never shifting. It seems to suit this new vessel better. More charming, less unsettling.

"And you really shouldn't let me get my hands anywhere near you, but then--best of luck to stopping me, dearest sister."

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