Hᴇʟʟs Pʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ

Independent Gaap. 

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“Seere!”

He called lazily, his voice breaching far beyond the walls of the small bedroom - and the bed - that he had no intent on leaving for the foreseeable future. Even if the sheets he had thrown himself upon were hardly up to his impeccably high thread count standards. Something he would have to make sure to remedy soon - it was hardly proper after all, for demons such as they, to do without the finer things in life. 

“Seere -!” he called out again - elongating every syllable dramatically as he raised himself on his forearms, his torso lifting ever so slightly on the bed. “Come back to bed!” The noise coming from the other room continued, becoming somewhat annoying as he heard her engaging in some sort of activity beyond the bedrooms walls. Every noise to him exaggerated, especially when they could be making more noise in here with other more enjoyable activities - together. 

Preferably with her in a similar state of undress as he currently was. 

                                      Which at the moment was stark naked. 

“Unless of course, all that noise out there means you are making me a a three course breakfast - in that case you can continue.”

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Requested by Anonymous : Frederick Chilton in 3x12

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On that night he goes to Gaap, knowing that suicide is better served than this embittered confidence he keeps with the Prince. It is self-flagellation, self-immolation, and all other particularly nasty ‘self’s that he cares to think of – yet, this fast becomes the only reprieve from the weight of poorly made decisions. A horrendous little friendship, struck on tentative ground, and nurtured by a sense of kinship and those sordid encounters that Shax would sooner like to forget.

“Well, this is all very unpleasant.” Outwardly there is a chuckle. His expression tells of boredom – how nasty this must seem, and the subject of break-ups is hardly an appropriate one to speak of over drinks – legs crossed neatly, fingers idling through his golden locks. He is silent, for a time, content to watch the meandering of a cat across the hall, knowing that this is not Gaap’s pet. “I had not thought you the type to take up living with anyone other than yourself. It must be quite the challenge to make room, what with how big your head is – and to keep them hidden away while we sit here, enjoying drinks together? Tsk.” The smirk on his lips is, at least, genuine. Ridiculing Gaap helps him to forget the pain that has driven him here – however briefly his callous humor may last. “But I suppose I can’t really blame you. It would be quite damaging, I expect, for a Great Prince of Hell to be thought of as domesticated.”

"Two princes, in fact.”

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“It's Seere’s.” He says pointedly not sparing the animal a single glance as he instead casts his eyes to his company - not expected but always welcome - which now occupied the seat adjacent to his own. He raised the glass in his hand to his lips as his eyes roved over the form in front of him, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “She leaves them here - terrible creatures the lot of them.”

        Even if they were beginning to grow on him - little by little.  

It was curious - Shax’s presence. Recently he didn’t often indulge in Gaap’s own marvelous company, much more interested in that pet of his. The angel that Gaap so often teased him about. Definitely earning Shax’s ire multiple times over for matters involving his little winged guilty pleasure. The ring in particular had definitely been one of the better ideas, watching that play out had been worth all the trouble afterwards. 

“Speaking of terrible creatures -” he paused fixing Shax with a smug look trying to incite some sort of reaction from him. It was after all, so amusing to see his face grow fierce at just the mention of his little angels name being run through the mud. Choosing - much to his own displeasure - to ignore any comments about him and domestication, though the concept was an entertaining one. “I trust your - how did you say it, sweet? - sweet Suriel is doing well.”

“Or - is he the cause of all your unpleasantness? I can only hope so.”

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hannibal; “hassun”, 2.03.

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Kiss me.~

“So demanding.”

He caresses the underside of her jaw with a sure hand - his reach extending to cup the soft and pale cheek in his palm. Fingers trailing along the edge of her ear lobe as he looked heatedly into her eyes. Brushing a strand of hair past his fingers and tucking it gently past her ear.

       “You know just what I can’t resist.”

He says the words with a smirk, hardly letting a moment pass before he captures her lips with his own - Again and again. After all, such a great beauty was deserving of far more than one kiss. 

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You're not still sore about Seere, are you? My dearest Prince, I've told you a hundred times that if you wish to remain invited to my parties, you MUST start behaving at them.

“Then I suppose I will just have to find some better parties. Hopefully ones where behaving is the last thing on everyone’s minds.”

        “You really are getting boring in your old age, Shax.”

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Take off your shirt. B)

             “Shax - back for more?” 

He brings his fingers up to toy with the edge of his collar, a smirk upon his face the entire time. He makes a humming sound as he tilts his head, hands stopping their movements as his eyes rove up and down the smaller frame in front of him. 

“Though, I don’t know if you deserve it or not.”