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temporarily dash-only multi-character account featuring the children of hell’s wanton prince, asmodeus. GREM, the princess caged in the stars. RAFAEL, silver-tongued secretary to pride. ALIYA&JORDAN, one soul split in two.

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hhemeraa​:

            Rafael had such an air about him in the way he moved that Myles couldn’t help but sit and listen with the upmost attentiveness. He was a mixture of softness, elegance, and an exciting wonder as he animatedly gave a dramatic retelling of prior events. Blond can’t help but smile as he listens and react accordingly in his own attempt to match the energy. 

           They still want you to complete the job – Myles frowns with the smallest twitch of his lip, interjecting if they’re going to pay him twice.  It wasn’t his mixup after all. 

           The story of Charles is familiar and he hums along as he glances of the menu. The moment twin is mentioned has Myles once again looking up with a groan, knowing exactly where this story was headed. Laughter bubbles up in his throat as it gets worse and worse! Putting a it out on himself but meant for his twin, the absolute shamelessness of it! The lack of forethought! It’s always the messy ones that think they’re smart enough to pull something like this just because they watched a few movies once or twice. 

           Everything seemed to be tied nicely in a bow for him despite it all, and Myles hums in acknowledgement that he’d definitely have to get him some dessert. 

           “I wish I could say this was the first time something like this has happened, but other people will take any chance they can get to pass the blame to anyone but themselves. I suppose that’s why they like working with middle men like us.” Tired sigh fills the short pause. “I’ll need a resigned contract with the particulars they want. I’ll be sure to keep him alive, albeit, unpleasantly and– well. the bucket wasn’t– sometimes you get into the mindset of your work, and people interrupting that can leave things messy.” 

           “Again, thank you for handling this so well. Work gets complicated, so please, order anything you’d like. I bet you’ve been busy nonstop since it all went down.”

       mouth parched from his long-winded spree , the boy reaches for water to wet his tired tongue . he touches his throat , clears it ,  &&  looks back with eyes satisfied  &&  smile amused by company’s return , even jolting with a small chuff at myles’ explanation . the bucket  –  he snickers with an echo of a laugh again  &&  sets down the glass . still giddy , still bright .  

        ❝  don’t mind it, please . i enjoy being busy . i prefer everything in order as opposed to chaos and filth .  ❞  messy rooms  &&  messy business always tugged at the nerves . so much so one might consider it a condition, at worst . or perhaps a case self-induced masochism , given the line of work blond muddied himself in .  ❝  i’ll have all the details squared away and a new contract written up and ready for you as soon as i am able . again , we thank you for your understanding and patience .  ❞  he smiles , cordial , as if making a joke of the rehearsed  &&  overused ( now robotic ) line . even in the business of murder , civility amongst the cogs remained key to keeping the machine ticking .

         a sigh deflates the youth ,  &&  as breath eases , the last of the monologue’s excitement leaves his cheeks . his eyes return to the menu , to the meal he’d been reading before the sudden tirade ,  &&  mouth waters instantly . he hums thoughtfully .

        ❝  you know , now that i’ve told you my little story , you’ll have to tell me one of your own .  ❞  hand rises to flag down the waiter ( of course glancing to myles first to check that he was ready ) &&  put down his order of meat  &&  fish  &&  glass of wine to match .  ❝  it doesn’t have to be about work , of course , it’s just  –  considering all i’ve heard and read about your profile , i can’t help being a tad curious about the man behind the résumé .  ❞

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rafael has a tendency to keep very intricate records of everything he does . he carries a planner on him at all times to track meetings  &&  schedules , projects  &&  goals ,  contacts  &&  contracts ,  &&  copies the same information onto his mobile device just in case one or the other gets misplaced (  &&  to help him memorize day-to-day activities ) . of course , he isn’t stupid with this type of incriminating information . everything is written in code ,  &&  some in an ink only he is able to see . rafael runs a tight ship up on the surface ,  &&  the same down below . only the best for his clients  &&  lord .

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finally making icons

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lunafaeris·:

          Right, right. Even if they were demons, children were sensitive. More prone to emotional outbursts and distrust than the average adult, so she had to tread carefully. Her cold reception of her upon seeing her walk through the door clearly frightened her to some degree, of which she could hardly blame her. She never was any good with children, crossing an arm under her chest as she rubbed at her eyes, already knowing how taxing this was going to be and how much it would put a strain on her patience.

          “That’s… not entirely inaccurate.” She wiped a hand down her face, holding still over her mouth. “I can help people. Make their wishes come true. But those wishes come at a very steep cost, one I don’t think you’re in any position to take. For now, I will safely escort you off the premises…” Arms outstretched, she pulled her coat out of thin air, trailing black vapor that evaporated like mist as she draped it over shoulders. A perfect fit as always, she smoothed down her front, making sure that she looked presentable to be venturing out onto the main floor before offering her hand to the girl.

                    “Perhaps you can tell me where your home is. I’ll see what I can do from there.”

        ‘ a steep cost , ’ the lady said ,  &&  the light within child’s eyes dimmed . she understood the concept of payment well enough , though it remained naive && innocent . she was not yet mature enough to grasp the context around luna’s words . brow wrinkled , perturbed , eyes surveying the details of her dress , the specks of gold stitched in the lace, the intricacy of the trim . her mouth fell as if to speak , to ask , but woman’s gesture cut her short . she sighed into a shy nod  --  followed by short gasp  &&  wide stare , awestruck by the magic demoness had performed , simple as it was .

        it took a moment  &&  a flutter of lashes for the young girl’s attention to reach the outstretched hand . following short hesitance , meant to gather courage  &&  to gather answer , she took it , sliding cursed hand into luna’s .  ❝  i don’t know where it is . i know the name ! we had guests come and go so i know there’s a way there , but , i don’t know how it works . everyone called it ursa major . it’s an island in the stars .  ❞

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love this little lad

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hhemeraa·:

             “I’ve read quite a few reviews, they say it’s pretty quiet and the food is decent, so we can talk business without worrying.” He’s been caught! Nervousness laces his words, a tinge of disappointment when he has to clarify business, because that’s what this was, despite the giddiness in his manners. A part of Myles wanted this to be something a little more, just an opportunity to talk, but even he knows better than to try and blur the lines between them. 

            Following inside, he still chats away as they’re seated inside the warm place. “I don’t usually try something new if it’s my first time being out with someone, but this place was in the middle so it was easier for us both to meet. Speaking of, I hope everything with your situation was resolved? I tried to keep him in one piece, thankfully you messaged me when you did. Did the client retract their contract? The wording was very specific, you’d think they’d had a vendetta.” 

        his assurance is promising ,  &&  with a fresh excitement enticing his appetite , young man is eager to start as soon as they sit . rafael shrugs off the heavy coat  &&  folds it over his lap as they take their places , letting waves of blond hair fall over his shoulders  &&  the refined vestiges that defined his dress . eyes surveying the menu  &&  ears attentive to myles’ spark of conversation , he idly brushes out the strands to settle some of the fluff accumulated from the winter cold outside .

        ❝  i do appreciate that you’re so accommodating ,  ❞  he mutters in a soft tone , like a thought bubbling to the surface . when myles mentions what brought them together in the first place , honeyed eyes fly from their intense review of entrées  &&  boy claps his hands together . the giddiness within his expression almost seems to make the young man glow .  ❝  oh they did ! well , partially . myles , i’ve been so excited to tell you the whole story . it’s all very messy . it feels like a comedy in hindsight but it makes so much sense now with all the clues . it’s as stupid as it is brilliant, believe me !  ❞

        ❝  to start  --  the state of the contract now is a bit complicated . they still want you to complete the job , don’t worry , so you will retain your payment . the manner will be the same but with a new ‘ client , ’ shall we say . how it all started  --  well , let’s call the main character of this story charles . so charles works for this less than savory group and has been quietly slipping cash into his own account for a while now , which he very much shouldn’t be doing , along with dipping his fingers into areas they shouldn’t be dipped in . charles’s brother  --  his twin brother if you can believe it !  --  finds out and blows the whistle on him . so now charles is in deep shit . not many options available , he’s got to think fast . and what does charles do ? why he puts out a hit for... himself ! but it’s not really him , it’s his brother ! 

        ❝  the man was going to fake his own death using his brother as a stand in then fuck off somewhere with the money and all the prizes he pocketed ! but here’s where charles messed up : he left a very clear paper trail AND fudged some of documentation , making some vital details inconsistent ! so what do we do ? we call the head of the organization for clarification . he calls a few people , they call their father , and father figures out that it’s not charles who’s become your client but charles’s brother ! so he storms our office , demands this be fixed , i hear your name , and peep my head out just in time to get you cleared of blame ! you can thank me later with dessert . anyway , that’s about when i called you . mind you , at the time , we’re still figuring this all out but at least we know that your guy wasn’t the right guy and the right guy is still out there booking his plane ticket out .

        ❝  the next morning the organization manages to catch charles right as he’s about to board his plane . now they’ve got him detained and are questioning him . once they’re done they would very much like for you to give him the same treatment as you did his brother , although they requested all his goods be left intact , just in case brother requires a donation . unfortunately the gifts you left in the bucket weren’t salvageable . honestly , when i heard about the bucket i nearly choked on my own laughter . i didn’t know you had such a morbid sense of humor !  ❞

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lunafaeris·:·

          She wasn’t expecting any visitors. There were no appointments on the roster for today, no meetings with contractors to discuss expansion plans or renovations, no re-negotiations for supply routes… unless it was another long-winded complaint from one of the high rollers who thought that they lost their money unjustly. That was never the case, but staying calm and collected in the face of grown adults throwing a temper tantrum was just one of the many joys of owning a casino. Before tearing down their backwards reasoning brick by boring brick and watching them crumble without so much as a leg to stand on, all with the coldest of smiles on her face.

          But when she glanced over at the door, the last thing she expected was for a child to wander in by their lonesome. Hell or not, most demons had the common sense not to bring their children to a casino or any other adult establishment… and yet somehow this one managed to slip past her security detail like it was nothing. She stood up from her behind her desk, making a mental note of where she left off in her ledger before flipping it closed.

          “And just where did you come from, little one?” Her tone did not convey her usual ire… but she was still skeptical nonetheless, walking over to where the child stood in the doorway.

                    “How do you know my name? And what makes you think that I’m here to help you find your way home?”

        something in the manner she spoke gave the young girl pause . lashes peeled back a moment , then fell as gaze flew to the floor at the realization of her discourtesy . ❝  i’m -- please forgive me , miss . i did not mean to be rude . ❞  darkened hands twiddled tiny finger beneath the lace of her cuffs . she pursed her lip , summing up what to say  &&  just how to say it . the little girl had to explain a great deal , after all . golden eyes swept upward .

        ❝  i -- a man told me i could request your help . i can’t get back home , you see . i’ve tried but it won’t work . so , i asked around and , no one knew what to do . but , one person said... something...  ❞  brow puckers over a concentrated stare . ❝  i can’t remember the word . but ! they said you were one of them , a special demon who can make miracles happen . and he said you were close by so i thought to ask you .  ❞  a stutter brought her to a short halt .  ❝  i... i am sorry , if i did this wrong , or disturbed you . i know i shouldn't assume things like that...  ❞  but there were so few options left for a little girl trapped in hell .

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i still only have like 2 icons but if anyone would like a starter with any of the kids either hit that like or hit me up

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hhemeraa·:·

Myles was unreasonably giddy to see Rafael that Saturday afternoon to the point where it annoyed himself every time he glanced at his phone in the hopes that there was some message from the man. The work was done with ease and without much question: client dropped off with all of his parts, though his mental state likely worse for wear, and all the evidence and follow up issues dealt with until all that he needed to do was pick an outfit. He thought he’d arrive a bit early, but the ping on his phone told him otherwise when companion was already there. 

Glancing around, it doesn’t take long for Myles to see the pretty face he was meant to meet and he gives a slight wave before jogging over to meet him. 

“Hey, hi, I hope you weren’t waiting too long?” Puffs of his breath fill the space between them and he nods towards the location, “I hope you’re hungry, I’ve heard only good things about this place.”

        myles’ charming face is an addictive one . as color paints those freckled cheeks , so does it bring a rosy color to rafael’s own complexion . he beams , happy to see his company , && gracious for greeting && concern . the young man shakes his head , blond hair color against his skin . ❝  -- i only just got here ; i hope i wasn’t the one keeping you waiting .  ❞  eyes flit sideways at the gesture , brow rising as myles speaks && expression shifts from quizzical to complacent .

        ❝  you mean you haven’t been here before ? i would have thought you were a regular from how casually you spoke of it .  ❞  hand rises to motion with his phone , the digits wrapped in a fine leather glove to shield from the cold . he stuffs it into jacket pocket && makes for the door , holding it open for the other as he continues ,  ❝  well , like it or hate it , the food should prove something to bond over . do you usually go out looking for new places to eat like this ? ❞

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        S A T U R D A Y , afternoon . the days leading up to their arrangement were an odd cocktail of worry , excitement , && a frenzy of fires && waters brought to choke them out . after his call with the young man myles earlier that week , it was all rafael had to look forward to . even the hot bath he joked about during their call never came . no , there was too much mischief left to settle for such relief . but it did make the prospect of a peaceful outing with an amiable associated all the more enticing -- he only prayed the weather would be fair . thankfully , the clouds agreed . even in the middle of winter , the day was sunny , even warm . still , the young man kept his winter coat close to guard against the occasional chill breeze .

        in the time leading up , conversation were sparse . a few to ask for a proper time && location , a few to offer quick updates on the “mishap” , nothing too familiar , all of it professional ( save for the emojis sprinkled throughout ) . he looks over the texts one final time to confirm the address , then sends another :

        [txt]: i’m here☀️  

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me writing a starter && raf just being an absolute gay daisy about it

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        the girl is soft when she enters , quiet as a mouse , demure as any proper child her age should be . she is careful with the door , holding the handle until it clicks into the frame , then pivots in place to face forward .  ❝  miss basquerville , yes ?  ❞  voice is nervous , but warm , ringing sweetly as a bell . between youth && the innocence swimming in honeyed gaze , it would not be... unexpected for the lady of the room to raise a brow . the young thing hardly resembled the typical clientele of a crossroads demon , after all . but name && time both match the scheduled appointment . she is not lost , or so it would first appear .  ❝  -- you can call me grem , miss . i would like to ask for your assistance in getting home . ❞ @lunafaeris​

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perustava·:

                what a beautiful child despite her oddities, hair as pure as gold along with her eyes. eye that brought forth familiarity; however, common feature among many demons. ❝ you’re welcome, young one. ❞ a hand offered for her to take before smiling a little. 

     silence once more which caused mammon to blink. ❝ can easily be replaced, child. just a moment. ❞ the sin allowed his hand, of earth, to shift the crushed flower to allow the structure of the fallen rose to re-attached themselves to their brethren; however, there former red color became permanently gold. ❝ no, need to waste your energy little one, save it for picking dresses, yes? i’m of earth, my wife and daughter, Lucinda taught me well. ❞ his wife. or rather, the woman he wanted as a his wife. 

        the child’s eyes widen to an astonishing size . sparkling , gawking , she watches the flowers repair themselves , their ruin shed  &&  replaced with a golden shine . the color reflects in her own gilded gaze  &&  a flush begins to dust the outline of her eyes , spreading to her cheeks  &&  curving the edges of her mouth . with a hold both eager yet delicate , she holds onto stranger’s sleeve  &&  jumps in unbridled excitement at the display .  ❝  how did you do it ? how did you fix it ?  ❞  eyes flit back to the plant .  ❝  is it  --  is it real gold ? can you make anything gold ?  ❞