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Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.
Hanar's accidentally trapped in an endless feedback loop. Dragon feels bad about new/Barbie's subordinates working hard, so Hanar brings them snacks and apologizes for not being enough -> Subordinates are motivated to work harder because how are you so cute we're sorry for believing the rumor mill -> Hanar brings them gifts to maybe get them to take it easy -> They still work hard to prove the dragon's faith in them isn't misplaced
Being a newly appointed proxy is hard.
He remembers. Of course he remembers. But he never could've imagined that Barbatos had been talking about something like this. That's just...
"That's just cruel." To both Barbatos and whoever that other man was. His hold on Barbatos's sleeve tightens and he feels his eyes burn with tears formed from hurt and pain and anger, aimed at the one person who'd been the cause of it all.
"You should've told me before. I wish you did. You should've--" Ah. Not good. He's getting worked up again and he doesn't mean to sound like he's blaming Barbatos ( he's not! That's not it! ), but the words won't come out right and all he wants to do is--
hurt Nail as much as he hurt Barbatos cry scream hit something someone hold hug Barbatos deserves better--
"I wish I'd been there. I wish I could've done something for you. What kind of piece of shit brother does that?! You-- That's so unfair! You don't deserve that! If he wanted that kind of marriage so damn bad, then he should've been the one to do it! Why the hell'd he push it on you?!"
"He married eons and eons ago and since she's still alive, it's valid until it's dissolved. My other brother has too many bastards to be of any use politically." Len's second question is far easier to answer. It's the same justification he'd been given before... before. "Meanwhile, Tenebris' Third Angel is... was unmarried and childless. Bah... like I cared for any of that."
Barbatos' tail lashes back and forth, even as he pulls the prince he hasn't lost from his cowardice into his arms. "...As for your first question... A talk with a friend had me wonder if Nail's truly the same person that promised he'd fight any fight to protect me. My friend said he'd gladly be the villain in the story if it meant protecting his loved ones."
"Not that... It shouldn't matter. Nail kidnapped someone without any support and chained him to my side. He painted a target on someone's back so he can't leave. He chained me, the start of a bloodline, to a man that's been targeted for being the last of his."
How much he still loves his eldest brother and how much it hurts shouldn't matter when this is the cost of it all.
Len is a weak, weak man, because the thought alone of losing those precious marks, of Barbatos leaving, nearly makes him sick. He doesn't want to lose him. Not now, not ever. And that's what makes this all so painful.
"Those marks are mine. Don't you dare take them and don't you dare leave." Len's voice wavers, thick with hurt and emotion, a trembling hand grabbing onto the Archdemon's sleeve. It's only now that he raises his head to look at Barbatos and the sight that greets him nearly makes him cry for the second time that day. "I just-- tell me about the marriage. Was it..."
( The word 'trapped' echoes in his head )
"...Was it something you yourself wanted?"
Humans are odd creatures and it shouldn't surprise him what they do. And yet Len's stubborn determination to keep him, the prince's shaking hand trapping him as the strongest of shackles, is nothing short of surprising.
Len's question is a simple one. He can just say "no" and leave it at that. But... Barbatos owes him far more than that for his own cowardice.
"My oldest brother" -- there's no helping how venomous the word comes out -- "brought up the idea of a political marriage to me once. I told him what I thought and... later I went to yell at him again. He apologized and poured me a drink..."
The archdemon's voice shakes and grows soft. "I woke up with the world's worst hangover and my soul bound to a man no one knew I even met the one time. Nail drugged me and stole me a fucking bride!"
There's a soft sigh. "Remember when I told you my brother tried forcing me into something? ...He didn't try. He did."
i'm listening to japanese music/english covers to find a song that vibes with the wolf formerly known as europa bc in the end - black veil brides no longer vibes with the person she is now.
instead paper moon makes me want to make a new dragon oc [a salamander bc it's only fair i add one of hanar's creations when i have dante's running around]
Len presses his lips together, hands clenching hard enough for nails to dig into his palms. That's not what he wants to hear. He doesn't want excuses or apologies. What he wants to know is...
"Then...what am I to you? Something fun to keep on the side? To throw away once you're done with me?" No. That's not it. He doesn't mean it, doesn't want to throw those barbed words at Barbatos, but his mouth is moving before he can stop it, like a vain sense of selfpreservation.
"Do you--" No. Stop. He doesn't want the answer to that question. "...Do they make you happy?"
"I'd give my heart to you, if you didn't already have it!" The words are unwavering just like his devotion. "You're worth preserving a dynasty for! With you... I don't have to play a part. Second Seer, Third An-- Archdemon, none of my titles or their weight matters. ...I can still pretend I have a choice."
Barbatos quakes with the tension of repressed emotions fighting to come out. He'd been strong enough to break down only once since being cleared to leave his domain. But then again, he's only been in the presence of someone he trusts with his whole heart and the weight of his situation once before.
"I'll leave and take my marks if you want me to. If not, then... I'll tell you everything. Even the questions I avoided answering. ...Especially those."
@bottomstolove // previously
It takes something grand to make an archdemon flinch the way Barbatos does. Perhaps it's for the best Len doesn't look at him. The prince can't see how much it hurts.
"...I couldn't find the words to explain it to you." He's a coward, afraid of the consequences of something beyond his control. A coward afraid to unpack just how much Nail's betrayal hurt. ...A coward only just holding it together because he has to be strong.
"I'm sorry."
He's glaring at the ring again. Even if he does gnaw off the finger, it won't change that his soul is bound to Faust. ...It won't lessen the target on his spouse's back.
But it's times like these, where the colors of the rainbow bounce off the band, that make him want to remove the only thing he can. He won't, if only because a united facade should keep all but the most determined scavengers away.
...It doesn't change how the band mocks him and his fragile heart.
...i'm going to have to make a new bio. and maybe a new mcfucking tag instead of just changing a name. but that's later me's problem. current me is busy hunting down fucking abyss mages bc deathmatch is a bitchass polearm
"Very well. Soup and fresh bread it is." They were always at their element when taking care of another. They just love seeing them smile. Raphael leans in and kisses the tip of her nose.
"Tank you.~" Tanith reaches up to stroke the back of their head and pulls them in for a brief kiss before letting the Saint go.
Saint Raphael perked up, there was something excited in their eyes when they answered. It means they can take care of another being in their life. They reached up to caress Tanith's face even when they were released. "If you're craving anything, I'll happily provide."
Tanith's eye closes as she leans into the Saint's touch, just a happy snake. "...Soup. Soup and bread."
okay people are coming out of the woodwork to like my celebratory gambling post so i'm gonna have to do some rent lowering gunshots.
-clears throat-
several high ranking members of the knights of favonius were totally fucking lohen before the expedition. considering lohen was probably ten when crepus kicked the bucket, that means there's no way in hell they weren't passing a mentally unstable teenager around like a fucking blunt.
probably the world's worst secret if you knew what to look for.
So what's going on in Hell that isn't getting a drabble?
Hanar proving to be hypercompetent as Barbie's imminent proxy. The dragon's new subordinates are bragging to their old coworkers because new boss brings them snacks every time the salamander comes to check in. None of them know Hanar's working on making blankets for each one of them to thank them for being so patient.
Heru's pups spending time with their... uh, that's a good question. Hanar's their uncle's sister, but their mother's sibling.
Another wave of Crocell's subordinates accidentally calling him "dad". It's a rite of passage! ...Cue one of them asking if it counts if someone calls their boss "Daddy" and a lot more speculation of his relationship status.
Morax starting up the rumor mill that Heru's pups are getting cousins soon and gracefully dodging all of Haborym's pointed questions.
Nail isn't having a good time. Some bold little shits have taken to drugging his food and drink. No one's offering up information as to who the culprits are. ...It's the pharmacy staff. They aren't happy that Nail could have killed Barbatos and their boss is kind enough to tell them what [not] to use!
Tanith will get a curious Saint as Raphael. "What kind of foods do you like?"
"I'm not picky. As long as it's not someting you can find in de sea, I'll be happy." Tanith's going to cuddle the Saint for a moment before letting go. "...I missed de surface."
you ever just see a character in a thing and it sends all your unhinged thoughts into overdrive and also give you all sorts of ships and ideas that you probably shouldn't share with fandoms' current state? bc that's me and the stabby gremlin in the one gambling game i play.
Nail, would you feel any different if you learned that you put Faust in even more danger from his own kin?
"You're asking if I care he has more reason to stay? ...Not really."
Nail, do you have regrets? How did it feel to be ridden? Did it feel like a punishment?
"If you meant pairing Barbatos and Faust... No. I'd do it again. De world outsside... Starting a legacy's temptation some can't ignore. Pairing two people dat can't care less about it? De best ting I ever did for him."
The archdemon leans back in his chair and sighs. Faust was just a means to an end, just a shield to keep Barbatos from being shackled elsewhere.
"Punishment? Not really. Felt like de kinda gamess Tanit played wid me. Just... less pegging."