comin' to getcha.

[funereasque]

She may be young, but she knew better to not press for answers someone isn't willing to fork up. So, she stays quiet upon the topic at hand, but does perk up at the news of the ancient visiting here and there. Though, the news of him having shadows placed within the castle walls did give her an odd, nervous feeling. Whoever he's on the hunt for seems to be rather troublesome and even dangerous than she had originally thought. Playing with her hair nervously, the demoness tried her best to hide her embarrassment while still keeping eye contact with the male shyly. And as instructed, she calmed herself down as he spoke such sweet things to the kitten. "Your visits will be well looked forward to then. I'll make sure to have tea ready and things you fancy if you'd tell me in advance!" She had to be a good host and especially to the handsome eagle before her. "Your accent. Where do you come from if you don't mind me asking? I like how my name sounds when you say it." She complimented the male as soft hand takes a hold of his like she had at his arrival. Primrose begins to lead him through the palace once more, but a proper route this time. No hidden tunnels.

[bampoulas]

Ares was doing his best to protect the kitten and her family. The less she knew, the less the man would turn his attention to her. Plus, he would have to speak to Lucifer about his shadows lingering. He could tell she was nervous, and a hand gently patted her arm. Unusual forward of the Boogeyman. "Your family will be fine. I assure you. I just need to make sure you all remain safe. I was bold to come here..." he stated. It was quiet before he spoke, "Yet all you need to do is touch your hand against a shadow, I shall come if you believe anything is wrong or need me." When Primrose perked up and started speaking. It pleased the Boogeyman. Strange. Yet her compliment stood out which he spoke smoothly, "I'm from Greece. I'm pretty fond of dakos, but I usually eat Greek food unless my wards decide to come pester me to try something new. I am quite resistant to trying new things." Once she took hold of his hand, the elder didn't realize he was holding on to it. "But if you want something sweet. Lokma or Baklava..."

[funereasque]

Hearing the tone of his voice made the serpent feel like a cornered animal. She knew she had been caught in a lie that lived for more than over a century. And here, the one she loved, had found her red-handed. The way Antares leaned back to avoid her touch almost made the icy woman snarl, but she held herself back and instead continued to play victim. "I-I was in trouble that I couldn't escape. I tried the best I could, but nothing worked. I actually felt afraid, Ares. I couldn't go anywhere. I couldn't speak as I felt choked. I...I tried to bring you to me, my love, but I just couldn't!" Emily sobbed as hands rose to cover her face as if to hide the fact that someone like herself could break down and cry. "I-I'm sorry! I never intended for any of this to happen! I know, I know!" She brought herself to the ground. Wet hands placed themselves down upon the old, brick road as she sat on her knees.

"My little love. Is he okay? Please tell me he's still alive and Cyrus didn't...didn't--!" Again, she broke herself off with another good sob. "I can't find my way, Ares! I've been so lost. My home. My family and children. And you my darling knight. All I've wanted was to be happy with you and our little boy." Emily mused, looking up at the male with those deep sapphire eyes. They seemed to twinkle with tears that taints her view. "I want nothing but for you to hold me close. I've been so scared..."

[bampoulas]

This damn pull. These damn feelings. He had grown complacent for much too long. Ares felt like a fool, yearning for his lover's touch; however, he knew that would do him in. Kalista knew it as well. "Who did you try to escape from? Why were you escaping because I couldn't protect you? Were my words of the past nothing but false promises? I'm a joke to you?" He had to contain his wrath. Her public display of woe made him grimace as he listened to her speak. "All of them are well, or as I know it, for most. Aiden is fine, or as delicate as he would've been. I didn't realize he was mine until some time after. Cyrus had already done damage to him. I work to fix because he is mine." Something was chilling about how he said it. The boogeyman should let her cry and remain on the floor, but that would be cruel of him even so. Those crocodile tears. "How can I believe you? You didn't have faith in me before to keep you on your path." Would ripping her apart right now please him? Perhaps, but he would reach down, gently hold her by the arm, and help her up. "I refuse. You aren't that scared. But I cannot fathom seeing the woman of my child, the woman I have these cursive feelings for sob on the floor. You've missed so much. Did you know how much pain your sons were in? How much your daughters struggle? How your mother tormented so many in her insanity and paranoia before Elénaril put her out of he misery." He could go on and on but he reframes, "If Drago finds out, you are alive. It will be trouble for you. If your older brother knows as well, you won't have a mother to protect you. How could you burn so many bridges? What did you fear so much not to stay with me...?" The demon for once, sounded truly heartbroken.

"I thought I was your knight. I was prepared to protect you and free you when no one else could. And you played me for a fool like everyone else. Did you truly enjoy the moments we had? Or was it fake?"

[funereasque]

"Information about a man? And what has this man done if I may ask? May I know his name or is this rather sensitive that it mustn't be shared?" You can't blame the kitten for being curious! Though, curiosity seems to be a bit of a problem when it comes to her family. It has gotten past heirs into deep trouble in the past and trouble they never returned from. "Hm...we are rather lonely here. No one likes to visit the cold unless it is preferred or call this circle home. I think visits can most certainly be arranged if agreed upon!" She chirped, beaming up at the taller one.

What came next though was the Primrose's complete surprise! Eyes of light blue seemed to twinkle as the Boogeyman reached for a hand of hers and pressed surprisingly soft lips against bare knuckles. Her cheeks dusted with a shade of red as ears relaxed to the sides. "I...! Oh goodness!" She couldn't help but giggle like a silly little school girl as her free hand cupped a cheek of hers as she shyly looked away from the ancient. The frost upon her skin seemed to cover more of her out of embarrassment. "You're very welcome, Erendriel~," She managed to say as gaze returns to the elder's own. "Even if your stay was short, your company was enjoyable. Let us hope we get to meet again someday, okay?" Oh for the love of Lucifer! She was so nervous now! She probably sounded like an idiot and saying all the wrong things. Primrose just wasn't used to this at all! She isn't betrothed nor have gained attention like this in her life. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sound so formal. Especially after you being such a charmer." Oh my, she's probably purring a bit all too loudly. This is embarrassing!

[bampoulas]

“I prefer not to share the name, lest I bring you ill fortune,” he told the Kitten. He was aware of their family history and their pursuit of curiosity. This was mainly why Antares spoke with her family. A clawed hand reached out, briefly allowing the talons to trace against the wall. “But I shall be visiting more often. My parents agreed to let me place my shadows within your palace,” he commented, which should deter Lucretius and his associates.

The ancient blinked at Primrose before chuckling softly. “Many prefer busier circles, but I enjoy these quieter ones,” the demon said.

Upon hearing the kitten’s giggles, which caused the usually stoic ancient to look down at her, he found her flustered nature endearing and adorable. It was a word that hadn't crossed his mind unless he felt particularly fatherly. The frost didn’t bother him; he was all too familiar with it.

“A deep breath, Haliya,” he said. “You have done nothing wrong. I’m quite charmed by you. You do not bring me any ire. Your presence is relaxing and calm—a rarity in such a long time.”

[funereasque]

With how frustrated the cobra felt, Emily almost lashed out at the one that had taken a hold of her arm so rude and unexpectedly. However, the moment the offending hand touched her skin, a shiver ran down the length of her spine. There it was. The touch of a lover long left behind. The pull of a destined lover that tugged at weak heartstrings.

And then came that velvety voice that always made her stomach flutter.

Oh no! She's been caught out in the open and here out of all places?! Her heart raced and raced with pure panic.

"A-Antares?! Is...is that really you?" Her voice wavered as she turned to look at the handsome eagle that had once stolen her heart. The very father of her so called favorite child. She plays her act well as tears pooled within blue starry eyes. Her hands reached out to try to cup Antares' face. "You're here! At least! My darling! I can't believe it! I-it's really you!"

[bampoulas]

Hearing his name in her voice, in that familiar tone, felt too good to be true. Yet, a storm of anger was bubbling inside him. She was alive after all this time. He recognized that panic and fear; he had felt it before.

He took a moment before responding to Emily. A swirl of conflicting emotions coursed through him: happiness, sadness, anger, and sorrow. His eyes narrowed as he finally spoke. “How are you still alive? When did this happen?” He leaned his head back, trying to avoid her touch while looking away from her tearful eyes. He would not be swayed so easily.

“You left behind a mess of so many things. Why didn’t you look for me? For your son?” he said, struggling to contain his wrath. He took a deep breath and added, “You’ve missed out on so much. Are we a joke to you? Your sister suffered greatly and needed you…”

[funereasque]

For living within Lucifer's realm all her life, the shadow that had reached out to her felt colder than the wind coming from her ancestor's beating wings! Goosebumps roused upon her skin as well as a shiver that ran down the length of her spine. Primrose was quick to dismiss the whispy thing out from her sight quickly as it did give her a bit of the creeps! She knew that wasn't the males intention, but message was well received. A massive, reflective silver door opened and the kitten was right at the Boogeyman's side. She wrapped her arms around one of his own as she chirped up to her loving parents who honestly didn't want to let the bird out of their grasp. "Mother. Father. I know you'd rather talk this gentleman to death, but he must go." She spoke in a cheery tone. Taking her eyes of her parents, she cants her head with a chime as she looks up at the big and scary man she currently clung to. "Come along now, Erendriel." The way Primrose allowed the ancient being's name to roll her tongue was sugar sweet. So honeyed and smooth. She was positive that Antares didn't even notice she already had him on the move and already out the door. "Aren't they delightful? I hope your visit was eventful. Did you gain what you came here for?"

[bampoulas]

Primrose was quick. Antares was thankful. He would've quickly bow to her parents, "A pleasure meeting with both of you. Thank you for your honesty, and I shall be in touch," he said politely. As the kitten clung to him, he was a bit more relaxed for some reason. This was peculiar. He would allow Primrose to take him away, allowing his feathers to ruffle a little from the sweetness of her voice. Every syllable was kind to his ears, giving him a strange response. The Ancient moved with her, mindful of his steps this time. "They are quite delightful. They expressed for more company. I think they would enjoy the company of the Queen. Not sure Lucifer would." Did he gain what he came for? Indeed. Knowledge. "About a dangerous man and his origins for a friend. They seemed to know him from some time ago. I offered them additional protection, but the man is too much of a coward to pester any family directly protecting him." Ares look to Primrose, pausing for a moment to slip away temporarily, take her hand to raise it up to his mouth to kiss. "Thank you, Primrose. You have been the most exclusive company."

[funereasque]

The late-princess felt frustrated with how bored she has been. Whispers of drama connected to her family have settled down for years now and little doves that have kept her informed were dismissed.

Today, she has found herself in an old city in Italy she used to roam with a lover of hers so long ago. However, she felt frustrated by something that just wouldn't work right. "Oh, this blasted thing!" She grumbled, completely unaware of everything else around her for the time being. "Just tell me where the garden is already!" Ugh, mortals and their useless technology. ♡ @bampoulas

[bampoulas]

A dopplerganger? Not much took the ancient off guard, but upon his travels to find his ever-growing family line gifts. The image came into clear view as Antares walked, nearly dropped his items. This assistant was with him, and she tried to snap him out of it. But that natural tug was no lie. What he was seeing in front of him was no lie. Emily was alive?! Who? What? When? Where? WHY?! HOW?! His body moved from his shadows, shoving the items within his doll's arms, only to send her into a portal. He moved with haste until he was upon, with haste, a hand reached for an arm. He held on to it tight but...somehow gently. "You are alive. How are you alive? Why are you alive? How can you be..." he spoked with a eerie quietness, a mixture of anger and affections as if something been awoke in him. She will complicate matters.

[funereasque]

"You make it sound as if you are here to beg for your life." A weak little laugh escapes the jeweled out princess. She even waves out her dark jest with a free hand. "Keep your secrets though. I take it I'm not going to get an ounce of why you're being summoned here in the first place." Opening the petite door, she gestured Antares to step in first before she followed suit, closing the door behind them. "My parents can't leave this place. I am free though to go where I please as long as I am present for duties." "Please don't mind how...shiny the palace is. My family for generations have been obsessed with silver, diamonds and crystal. A thief's haven though, I suppose~." Oh yes, she knows.

"There is someone taller than you? I could easily be perched upon your shoulder. You're thrice my size, I swear!" The kitten shall giggle lightly as she continued to tug the male along with a light chime to her steps. "Oh yes, Finnoula. We've heard about that whole ordeal. What a delightful woman. No matter, things are for the better now, no? At least you are well practiced in giving false compliments. Mother won't even notice anyways that you'll probably hate her new perfume. I tell her she smells delightful and she just chirps and waltzes away. Probably off to brag to my father while she pokes at him. They're an odd couple, but I do love my parents very much."

Primrose leads the guardsman down lengthy hallways. Many lefts and rights were taken before she stops in front of the only golden doors within the palace. "Here we are! The library! They spend a lot of time within this room. You'll find a warm fire and probably a hot cup of tea waiting for you. My parents are always ready for guests and are always on time with your delights." She chirps, gently pushing the man in. "I'll be here at the door~. Say...crumpets and I'll come get you. Promise~! Have fun, mister harpy eagle." She giggled, closing the door on the man.

[bampoulas]

Was he being too serious? The immortal would've blinked once, twice, and thrice at the jeweled demoness. For a while, Ares remained quieter as he followed, heavy boots clicking. This place with all his jewels and beauty would've been greatly appreciated by her and her sister. How-...hm, what did she say? ❝ I don't mind. I knew of princess and her sister who loved wearing all these stones,❞ he told Primrose. ❝ As for a thief's haven, indeed. But what thief would be foolish to steal from the family taking care of the lord. ❞ He wondered how much Primrose knew. A chuckle escaped him for a brief moment, ❝ Yes, but only slightly. You would be safe upon them and even taller than those I know,❞ He took a moment to look at the Kitten before closing his eyes, trying to hold back another chuckle. Cute. ❝ I'll try to be sincere in compliments if I can help it. Your mother doesn't deserve tricks. But your parents as bizarre seemed to have a good relationship, something to be cherish here.❞ Once they finally reached their destination, Ares found himself being urged into. Normally, he wouldn't allow but for the Kitten, he'll be kind and allow her to push him as he moves, ❝I'll be fine but I'll keep that in mind.❞ Once the door closes on the man, Ares is left to attend to her parents who seem odd but whimsical in a way to him. After a while, the Boogeyman needed to step out, thanking them for their time and discussion. Primrose would've had a shadow reach out to her, speaking that 'safe' word. Ares seemed to use it after all.

[funereasque]

"Oh, don't be so serious. I was only teasing you." Prim smiled over her shoulder as a light laugh bubbled past the younger one's lips. She stops, reaching out to take a hold of the royal guard's wrist just to pull him along. Her hold was soft and gentle, allowing the male to pull himself free if he did not wish to be touched. He seemed like a rather picky person or perhaps just someone who doesn't surround himself with a lot of company. "Mother would be glad to hear it! I'm sure my father would be rather happy to have some company that is other than my mother. Sometimes, they get on each other's nerves and they argue about the most silliest things. It's honestly quite funny as it's never serious." The princess let out a soft trill as she noticed she was rambling about unimportant things. She'll lightly shake her head before coming to the entry way of the super secret entryway. "Good! If you don't keep it close to your heart, I might just have to keep you here forever." She jests, pressing a few frozen over stones upon an oddly shaped wall. "Watch your head~. I hope you don't have any issues with slouching a bit. You're a bit too tall. Though, I suppose that's expected for an ancient. Right? "Anywho, may I ask what's so urgent that you have to see the royal pair? Oh, by the way, don't forget to compliment mother's perfume. She is currently obsessed with her newly personalized scent. Don't ask me what it is, it's awful."

[bampoulas]

That was the first reply from someone other than his children in the last few centuries. Ares's piercing green eyes stared at the young demoness before sighing heavily. ❝I truly don't know how to not be serious in this situation. ❞ As gentle hands touched his own, Ares's feathers bristled from the touch; however, he relaxed and allowed Prim to pull him along. Her forwardness took the Eagle off-guard but for once, he didn't seem irritated. As Prim rambled on and on about her parents, Ares blinked in confusion before straight and relaxing his posture. ❝ Do their duties keep them from enjoying such? ❞ Ares inquired in curiosity. Once brought to the secret pathway, Ares lifted his free hand to show a warrior's honor. ❝ On my honor as a warrior... ❞ Ares blinked before eyeing the doorway and adjusting his posture for pre-slouching before his eyes fluttered to a close, ❝ Princess Primrose, I spent a good time in the shadows. I can assure you. I shall be fine. ❞ The faintest smile. As for his height. ❝ I have friends who are much taller than me and they aren't ancients. My two friends to much of my annoyance but I assure you that height isn't everything or age. The smallest of our group is a force to be reckoned with.❞ Ugh, another headache. ❝ I'll be on my best behavior. Rest assured, Princess. You have no need to worry. I've lived with the Royal Family of Lust for years, the long-departed Queen Fiona, I can assure you, needed a compliment for everything. Her pride.❞

[funereasque]

The kitten couldn't help but allow a light little laugh spill from her lips as her name rolled off the ancient's tongue. It honestly sounded nice with that accent the harpy eagle held. "I didn't know we were on a first name basis! I suppose, you'd know mine before I know yours. A fledgling's mind is always an open book for those like you." The princess teased, lightly waving off her own words in hope the rather serious looking bird took no offense to her playfulness. "I suppose I can allow you to interrupt their tea time. Though, I must worn you, you have to have a cup. Mother will insist. Don't turn her down or else you won't hear the end of it. Not like I know from experience or anything~. "Mm, come along now. Quick, this way before a gust of a blizzard comes and you're stuck out here with your wings frozen stiff." Once again, Prim tosses the male a playful taunt as she spun on her heel -- twin tails giving flutter as playful as her words. "I'll show you the super secret shortcut if you promise me to behave and keep it to yourself~."

[bampoulas]

Ares didn't say anything right away until speaking once more. ❝ I apologize for my lack of mannerisms. My job requires me to know everyone's name.❞ As usual, the ancient was stiff but, once realizing, her words were playful. The mention of her mother and tea made him sigh heavily, recalling the Queen of Lust and other nobles running about. ❝ I shall not refuse a good cup of tea since I interrupted. ❞ When the kitten spun on her heels and encouraged them to enter, the eagle would've wandered in. ❝ Your secret is safe. ❞ Oddly comforting tone in his voice.

[funereasque]

"Silly harpy eagle, what are you doing here?" The kitten asked, canting her head with a soft trill that followed suit of her words. It's not every day she gets to see a new face, but perhaps the ancient has business to attend to here. "Are you here to see my mother and father? They honestly didn't tell me we were expecting company." And she's supposed to know these things. // @bampoulas

[bampoulas]

How observant of her. The Harpy Eagle would've stared down with brilliant green eyes, offering only silence for a moment. The uniform-clad man lets out a sigh. He had hoped to get in; however, the young kitten seemed to cross paths. " Indeed. It wasn't planned, Primrose. Could you take me to them or are they currently busy? " Ares inquired from the younger.

[soulrph]

‘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

as requested by a truly lovely nonnie who just made me so absurdly happy over the idea of like, having written a series of these?? i don’t know why, it just made me smile like an eejit for weeks, and so i really really hope these are what you were looking for!! if not, i will happily accept the knowledge that they might make someone happy or that someone might find them useful in the future! i hope you’re all safe and sound, go drink some water, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! okay, thank you, i love you all! bon appetit!

[ INVITE ]:     sender invites the receiver to join them on the dance floor.

[ HAND ]:     sender extends a hand to the receiver, wordlessly asking for a dance.

[ TWIRL ]:     sender lifts their arm while dancing with the receiver, encouraging them to twirl while they dance.

[ LOCK ]:     while dancing together, sender initiates and maintains prolonged, intense eye-contact with the receiver.

[ PULL ]:     sender pulls the receiver closer against them while they dance.

[ POSITION ]:     sender rearranges the receiver’s hands to the correct, albeit more intimate position ( i.e. on their waist, hips, hands, etc. )

[ STEP ]:     sender steps on the tops of the receiver’s shoes while dancing so as to avoid any mistakes, and let the more experienced receiver lead the way.

[ STEPPED ]:     sender beckons for the receiver to step on the tops of the sender’s shoes before they dance, so as to let the more experienced sender lead the way.

[ WAIST ]:     sender rests a hand on the receiver’s waist as they dance together.

[ CHEEK ]:     sender draws the receiver in closer while they dance, until they’re dancing cheek-to-cheek.

[ HAIR ]:     while dancing together, sender buries their face into the receiver’s hair. (for muses with shorter hair, the sender might run their hands through their hair instead!)

[ DIP ]:     sender guides the receiver into an elegant, graceful dip, lowering them down while keeping a steady hand supporting them against their lower back.

[ BEHIND ]:     sender dances with the receiver while standing behind them.

[ DISCUSS ]:     sender pulls the receiver up for a dance in order to have a private conversation away from the crowds.

[ ESCAPE ]:     sender pulls the receiver up to the dance floor in an effort to dance across the floor and over to the main exit, as part of a spontaneous escape plan.

[ AVOID ]:     sender brings the receiver to dance with them in order to avoid a source of unwanted attention (aimed at the sender).

[ SAVE ]:     sender rescues the receiver from a source of unwanted attention by inviting them up to the dance floor to dance together.

[ OVER ]:     sender, while dancing with the receiver, suddenly lifts them up over their head. ( LIKE THIS! )

[ HUM ]:     sender begins to gently hum a tune for them and the receiver to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.

[ SING ]:     sender begins to sing a song for the receiver and themselves to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.

[ SILENCE ]:     sender and receiver begin to dance together in perfect silence.

[ RADIO ]:     sender and receiver begin to dance together while listening to a song on the radio.

[ TEACH ]:      sender offers to teach the receiver how to dance properly.

[ STUMBLE ]:     while dancing with the receiver, sender trips over, stumbling into the receiver in the process.

[ TOPPLE ]:     while dancing with the receiver, the sender trips over, colliding with the receiver and causing both of them to fall over in the process.

[ GUIDE ]:     sender, while in the process of teaching the receiver how to dance, slowly steers them through the motions of a dance while alone together.

[ STEADY ]:     sender catches the receiver and steadies them after they make an accidental misstep while dancing together.

[ UP ]:     sender briefly lifts the receiver up in the air while spinning during a dance together.

[ BACK ]:     sender slowly lowers their hand until it’s resting against the receiver’s lower back while they’re dancing together.

[ CHEST ]:     sender rests their head against the receiver’s chest while they’re dancing together.

[ FIRST ]:     sender and receiver share their very first dance together.

[ WEDDING ]:     sender and receiver share their first dance together as a married couple.

[ KITCHEN ]:     sender and receiver dance together in the kitchen.

[ OUTSIDE ]:     sender and receiver dance together while outside.

[ UNDERCOVER ]:     sender and receiver dance together on a crowded dance floor in order to preserve their undercover identities while on a mission together.

[bampoulas]

bloodrite​:

            The moment the elder had used his own ability to string her up like a doll caused her skin to prickle and hair stand on end. This is something she was very familiar with and something she can do herself. However, she never tried to puppet a living being before.       The scimitar cat hissed loudly, showing off very elongated fangs as she forced herself to move against the stranger’s will, curling up with great struggle as the golden pearl upon her rosary pulsed with light before bursting in a powerful shield which snapped blooded strings: severing the ancient demon’s control completely.       Eyes of red glowed behind a visible golden shield as she uncurled and positioned herself in a couch as if she were about to pounce upon prey. An arm rose, hovering forearm near her mouth – ready to bite down and draw blood in ready to cast whatever sort of magics came to mind. However, in doing so would attract unwanted attention from the very monsters she creates.

      “Is that what you wanted?” Words were spoken in an old, forgotten tongue. Her bushy tail rose with fur standing on end as ears were pressed flat against her crown.

                    As she bared her fangs and her rosary reacted to severe the bond. The ancient's visage remained eerily calm, lacking any expression as his hand pulled back from reaction.  Even as she switched to a less meek stance, donning the mode of a predator. Antares stood there watching her for a moment as his poster relaxed.             “Indeed, does that rosary always protect you?” he inquired before lifting up both hands to show, he was clearly harmless. “Your master asked for a favor, to strengthened your magics.” The emerald eyes closed as the man allowed a wisping shadow to consume part of him, allowing embrace the shadows he adored so much. From the darkness, a bone-thin claw holding what looked like to be a letter to produce to offer her proof.

          “Proof.”

[bampoulas]

bloodrite​:

“Says the man who gets upset I even said such a thing! It wouldn’t be true if you didn’t get your panties in a twist.” She knew what he was doing, and it only worked somewhat. The fear he allowed to settle within the atmosphere gave her slight chills, but she wasn’t afraid of the demon. After all, she’s seen monsters and even creates them by the use of her own ichor. So, call her almost desensitized. “My father sent you to check up on me? Only me? Do you know how many sisters I have that he can pick out? I’m not a favorite.” Or so she thought anyways. She stomped her foot down in slight anger, refusing to turn around to face the ancient demon. However, that didn’t last for too long as the much older male basically commanded her to move. She turns, finding herself being drawn towards the stranger, looking up at the man with wide, red eyes right in front of him. Not what she was expecting! “Like you and many others. Do you enjoy picking on those smaller than yourself?

                His tone was calm. It had been throughout this entire conversation. Was he upset? No, he’s heard the fiery banter of women before. It bores him. Countless times, the entity of fear truly wonder. WHY HIM OF ALL PEOPLE. Pestilence couldn’ve gotten anyone else; however, the boogeyman got roped into his nonsense. He gives her NOTHING in response. To show example. 

     Did he know if she was favorite? Perhaps, but lips seemed sealed. The shadows shifted and swirled about only to dissipate, revealing the taller man’s handsome visage which appeared bored and exhausted. “Think of a bigger picture to why your father would’ve sent someone like me. Clearly you have something your sisters don’t have for him to have me check up on you. ” A clue. And some advice to use her brain.      Once she was close, “Fight my control, girl.” The look he was giving her was not one of perversions. It was clear behind those bright emerald eyes of his, he was studying her actions and such. “No, I don’t. Rather, the general majority of you are much younger then me.” The boogeyman would raise his hand causing himself to marionette the girl, “ Fight my control. Otherwise, I’ve come here for nothing. If you can managed to break out of it, I’ll tell you things.”

[bampoulas]

@bloodrite​ xxx - a reply from this ask.

                "The only perverted one is the woman who claims such," a stern, rough-sounding voice echoed within her ears. Not in the mood for a woman's silliness. The shadows within the room suddenly twisted and deformed, trashing upon the walls with whispers repeating his words, mocking her. As she swatted the hands, the creature dissipated into a cloud of smoke, rushing over her as a deadly cold chill came. Fear-inducing, anxiety heightens. 

     And if the woman turned around, a tall, muscular figure was standing there towering over her with the nebulous entity surrounding his form. He was not dressed like he usually was, only casual attire if jeans, white shirt and combat boots. Green eyes as deep as pine staring down at her, but nothing ill or perversion could be found on his face. "Has my friend truly ill raised his ward around," Antares stated coldly.  Why must all his so-called companions suggest or introduce him to meet the others much younger, "He sent me to see you? To inquire about your well-being and health, but you've insulted me greatly." His temper was so coolly; however, the fall months were always his. The fear and paranoia tasted the best during these months.

    "Your paranoia amuses me greatly and fuels me... " His hand lifted as he beckoned her with two fingers, "Come here, girl." The girl would feel her limbs start to move as the entity watched her almost cruelly with shrink pupils, clearly enraged by her insults but it was only a small percentage, he wanted to see how much she could resist. 

[bampoulas]

Fun fact: Ares is literally the daemon of fear, the embodiment of fear. Aiden is the son of primordial entity.

[folkdevilism]

“…𝓦e play it for him so he remembers.”

[darkchurch]