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Pollux Di Angelo Venor

[maneotaeyong]

@maneopollux

kim taeyong was no stranger to crushes (it seemed he fell in love as easily as breathing, like being far too in love with someone else was his natural state of being). ever since realizing the budding feelings he felt for pollux, his boss, it became normal to feel a flush rise to his cheeks every time he saw the older man in the halls of venor’s headquarters. the bursting, all encompassing feelings only grew when dae hyung brought pollux into their cuddling sessions. he held in confidence his feelings, only known to yeonjun. but yeonjun knew everything, could tell something was off with just a glance at tae’s pink cheeks and sparkling eyes.

he had felt guilty about his feelings and the pleased way his heart beat when he hugged pollux. the older man had a boyfriend, a sweet cute boyfriend he was obviously in love with. he felt even guiltier now, when pollux’s relationship had ended and taeyong’s comforting hugs were laced with an edge of his own feelings. still.

he was a little selfish.

he turned his head to look at pollux, the two of them lying back on taeyong’s bed with his laptop in front of them. a show tae would otherwise find himself entertained by seemed to dull out to meaningless noise as he took in pollux’s features. “are you feeling better, hyung?”

[maneopollux]

Maybe, maybe, it was bit odd that Pollux was hanging out with two guys who he was technically the boss of. But, there wasn’t exactly an HR to them, and he hung out with Mason, so, just cuddling and hanging out was just fine with Yeonjun and Taeyong. Which is where Pollux found himself now, laying in bed with Taeyong, and watching the screen of the laptop sleepily. He wasn’t exactly feeling much better when it came down to it, still mourning his breakup. But the company he had acquired from Tae lately was something he found... comfort in. 

He was too focused on the screen to really notice Tae staring at him, until he looked to him, smiling slightly. “A little better, yeah” he replied softly, rolling a bit closer to the other. He closed his eyes, wrapping an arm around him to pull Tae closer. He decided he wasn’t at all too interested in the laptop now, when they could just cuddle and sleep. “I’m not entirely better, but I’m good. Thank you for being here for me. I don’t think I would have been able to go through this break up without you,” he chuckled softly. 

[maneopollux]

maneojaehyun​:

Azzazith’s eyes surveyed the surroundings. The pool of blood that covered the pavement seemed so appetizing to him and he blamed the vampiric physiology for that. He wouldn’t put it past Jaehyun to get every single drop from the floor. However, Azzazith was a prideful being. He wouldn’t stoop down to that level. He would just have to settle for those blood bags Jaehyun kept in his fridge. 

His eyes then met Lux’s and Azzazith swore there was something different with those eyes. Something he couldn’t quite put a finger on. The crossroads demon smirked back at the other as Lux sauntered over to him. “I agree but we can’t go for another kill. It would be too obvious to the humans, Luxie,” he explained before he retrieved the knife from the man’s side. He carefully wiped it with the spare cloth he brought with him. Jaehyun hated dirty knives and Azzazith would rather not hear the pureblood’s scolding. 

The crossroads demon hummed in response to the other’s statement, still too engrossed with cleaning his knife. It wasn’t until he felt Lux’s soft touch did he look at him. Azzazith wouldn’t deny that Lux picked a host that boasted ethereal beauty but seeing those pupils dilated in bloodlust up close, stirred something primal inside him. His hand automatically found the other’s waist as Lux brushed his lip against his, catching the small remnants of blood. “It does taste nice,” Azz muttered. His eyes were trained on the other’s frame as if he was watching his every movement. His grip on the other’s waist tightened the moment Lux let the blood stain his lips. Azzazith felt a wave of need he hadn’t felt before in Jaehyun’s body. Suddenly, his jeans felt tighter than before. “Everyone tastes different. Some taste more metallic than others, some are sweeter.” Azzazith pulled Lux closer to him until their bodies were seemingly molded together. “I don’t know what she tastes like, let me get a quick tester.” With those words, Azzazith leaned down to brush his lips against Lux’s and lick the blood that coated his lips. “She tastes a bit sweeter than him or is it you that tastes sweet?” Azzazith queried, his voice low and husky. 

He then released Lux from his hold and smirked at the other demon. “Your place for the drinks?”

This was new. Definitely new. Hell, he had never experienced this feeling before in Pollux’s body. Never really in another host either, besides... with another human a long time ago. This felt the same, and he couldn’t help that his jeans felt tighter the longer he was held onto by Azz. He was breathless, as their lips met again, and he couldn’t help but to want more. And usually, what Lux wanted, he got. It was too soon, the moment he was released from Azzazith’s grip. 

“I won’t take offense to you saying I taste sweet,” Lux murmured, looping his finger in Azz’s belt loop for the moment, despite them having just been close. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, didn’t know where this was going to go, but he did know he was easily ignoring Pollux screaming in his head. 

Finally, Lux moved away, wiping his knife on his clothes because the demon simply didn’t care. “My place for drinks,” he agreed, “If we make it there,” he added simply, smirking to the demon in front of him. “Because your host’s lips are looking a lot more appetizing than drinks right now, and I’m not exactly patient when it comes to things I’m craving. Just saying.”  Without much more consideration, Lux turned, beginning to head back towards the car from which they came. Combat boot clad feet were heavy on the ground once more as he waited for the other to follow. 

[maneopollux]

masonmaneo​:

mason has always held a special place in his heart for pollux and than, and he’s never once regretted recruiting them to venor. when mason found the twins, pollux and than in a dark alley with one of the boys covered in blood which he learned was pollux soon after, it was both of the boys that he’d taken into his own home. as young as they were and as old as he was, mason saw them both as sons. venor was just an added layer to his relationship with both of them but it’s pollux, his now second in command, that he leans on most. mason was glad he had found someone who valued the protection of venor just as much as he did, and one of the only people who he would willing entrust venor too if anything were to happen to him.

as he’s leaving the office for the night, he decides to see if pollux is still in his office. he assumes he will be as he’s the only other one who’s usually there that late, a side effect of being the two heads of the organization. he peeks his head inside with a smile that only widens when the younger man looks up. pollux looks exhausted and mason feels a pang of guilt that he’s been making him work so hard. “not really,” mason responds, leaning against the doorjamb. “did you eat dinner yet?”

Pollux pauses a moment at the question. He was silent, actually having forgotten if he had eaten or not. All he knew at the moment was he had a headache, and Amon was trying to get out. He rubbed his eyes, finally shaking his head. “No,” he replied simply, pushing aside yet another folder. It was late, but there was still paperwork to be done. Tick tock, Amon could be heard in Pollux’s head, and he would have rolled his eyes if he was alone. “I haven’t had the time to eat,” he follows up, staring uselessly at the coffee that sat on top of his desk. It wasn’t sweet enough for him, but he still drank it to stay awake. 

“I probably won’t have time to eat by the time I get home. Amon wants to come out,” he muttered softly, looking to Mason finally. Mason, aside from Than, was the only one in Venor who really knew about the demon that resided inside of him. He was nuisance, but something that Pollux didn’t trust everyone with the information. As close as him and Mason were, it was kind of impossible to not have him know. After all, the skinwalker was practically his third father. Plus, he knew that the other understood after all this time. 

[maneo-zero]

open.

This was risky, but that didn’t seem to matter as much as he stood there on the subway, fully dressed in his disguise and in desperate need to feed tonight. Well, feed and also just have a good time. He could probably go another two nights without eating thanks to his last meet up with Mason, but it was on his mind to get a decent meal if he could tonight. By the time he made it to Itaewon and his first club of the night, he made sure to use the window in a neighboring storefront to fix the blonde wig affixed to his head with glue and make sure his makeup was touched up to perfection. Pulling out his fake ID that said his name was Achara, Zero moved through security with no problem, his skirt short enough and the plunging neckline showing off his contoured cleavage enough to let him pass through easily.

Two drinks into his evening though, he was bubbly and chatty and smiling like a fool as he saddled up to the bar and shouted another drink order with a wink and thank you thrown in for good measure. The bar tender was cute and always made the last two drinks pretty strong so he was hoping the flirting would be enough encouragement to keep it going. However, when Zero’s heel slid against the wet surface of the floor, he nearly spilled his entire drink on the body behind him. Instead, most of it ended up on him. “Oh…oh, I’m sorry. Shit, I didn’t get any on you right?”

[maneopollux]

It wasn’t something that Lux usually enjoyed-- clubs. The only reason he found himself in clubs was for hunting when he was by himself. It was easy to lure off an unsuspecting boy or girl to have his fun. He didn’t do it often. Usually, he hunted with someone else nowadays, but there were the occasional times that he hunted alone. The one thing he hated the most about the clubs were the fact that it was always so full with the people who were intoxicated and, for the most part, wanting to get into his pants. An unfortunate thing, but it was how he lured his prey. So, instead of his usual frown, he had a grin on his face. 

That is, until he felt someone knock into him, and then, as a result, a few drops of liquid fell onto his shirt. He frowned the deepest he could, sending a glare to the person that spilled the drink on him. It was a... woman. He still glared. Man or woman, it didn’t matter. This was the person he was going to plan to kill tonight, just for the simple fact that they had spilled their drink on them. Not a lot, of course, but it still counted. Before the other could look up, Lux turned his face into a smile, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. “Oh, it’s not a problem, not much. Just a little bit,” he soothed, soft enough to be friendly but loud enough to be heard over the music. 

[maneopollux]

maneojaehyun​:

A sinister grin played on Azzazith’s lips as he watched Lux taunt the woman. He could feel the power exuding off of the other demon as he played with his prey. She seemed so helpless and her eyes were glassy mirrors of desperation. If she could scream, she would have done it a long time ago. The man in his grasp remained in silence. His eyes grew cold as if he would rather die right then and there. “Lux asked you a question. Answer him,” Azzazith muttered through gritted teeth as he drove his knife deeper into the man’s flesh. “Answer him!” Azzazith snarled, making the man come back to his senses once again. “Y-yes,” was his pained reply. Earning a smirk from the demon, the young man dropped his gaze to the ground. “Good. Now watch her die.”

Azzazith pulled back the man’s head and forced him to witness the death of his lover. The demon could almost feel the suffering the man was in and it gave such joy to him. It was quite a sight. The mangled body laying on the concrete was picturesque for the demon and the scent of blood fueled his bloodlust even more. Having a vampire as his host definitely had its perks and the need for blood was among them. It gave him an excuse to kill more often. Azzazith’s eyes met Lux’s blood splattered form and he had to admit, there’s an aura that the temptation demon exudes after killing. Whatever it was, Azz liked it.

“Oh he knows that already. You shouldn’t have brought her here. Maybe she would have been alive,” he mocked the man, twisting the knife still lodged in his abdomen. “Now, it’s your turn to die.” 

Azzazith only smirked at Lux before he exposed the man’s neck and sunk his fangs into the flesh. He knew he hit the artery when a gush of blood filled his taste buds and the demon thought Jaehyun should be thankful he’s keeping him well fed and strong. The man thrashed around as Azzazith kept on taking his blood. Sadly, the demon was too powerful for the weak human. With his mouth still latched on the human’s neck and emptying him of the last drops of blood, Azzazith finally looked up at Lux and made eye contact. Finally releasing the man, the crossroads demon looked at the paper white corpse as he licked the blood off of his lips. “Well, wasn’t that a good hunt?” he smirked at Lux.

Something about tonight was different. The two demons had hunted before, plenty of times before. They had killed together plenty of times before. But tonight... tonight Lux was more excited. His eyes were lidded, pupils dilated as if with lust. It wasn’t, or really, maybe it was. Bloodust. Especially as he watched Azz drain the man. He, needless to say, felt something stir in his stomach. Hunger for something that Lux couldn’t exactly realize or put into words quite yet. Something he had never felt before. 

Azzazith wasn’t particularly attractive in the host he boasted. It was hard to put in words how Lux saw Azzazith. He craved to be like him, craved to be a successful demon, and craved... him. Lux had yet to realize that. All he knew was his feet was pulling him closer to the other demon. “Not the best hunt,” he hummed, “But a good hunt,” he smirked, stopping in front of Azz for the moment. He ignored the white corpse beside them, adrenaline still running through him. At least, that’s what he would blame for his next actions. 

“Sometimes I envy that you’re in a vampire’s body,” he murmured, tilting his head to the side as he looked to him. He let a hand go forward, resting under Azz’s chin. “The blood must taste so nice to you,” he breathed, leaning forward to brush his lips against the corner of Azz’s lip, only to capture the blood he had missed from licking it away. Lux pulled back, licking his own lips with a smirk. “Which, it does, to me, too, I suppose, just very... metallic,” he murmured, realizing he was still grasping his blood soaked knife. “Does everyone taste different?” he asked simply, curiously, with a raised eyebrow as he brought his knife up. Instead of offering the knife for the other, he brought it to his own lips, licking the blood off slowly, feeling the female’s blood stain his lips. “Does she taste different from him?” His eyes were full of mischief as he looked to the other demon in front of him.  

[maneopollux]

kittymaneo​:

Some how Kitty found himself in a staring contest with his best friend in the entire world yet he couldn’t recognize the face looking back. Nothing was the familiar warmth and affection the gumiho was use to. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, hip cocked to the side as he continued to glare at Pollux not Pollux. “Right,” he sassed back. “And next you’re going to tell me that something equally stupid as what just came out of your mouth. Luxxie this isn’t funny. Seriously, if it was something I did or said that upset you I don’t know why you just can’t tell me instead of making shit up. I work with demons and you’re as far away from them as possible.” Something in Kitty’s chest told him that he was just deflecting. That he didn’t want to believe the truth staring at him because it would put their entire relationship into question. 

If Pollux did have a demon residing in him could Kitty trust that he had always been with Pollux present in his own body? Or was the demon always in charge? The gumiho prayed that Luxxie was just messing with him. He prayed and prayed until those beautiful brown eyes turned demon black. He stood frozen in horror as this demon spoke. At that moment Kitty knew that moment nothing Pollux..Amon..whoever this was, no matter what they said the gumiho could no longer trust their words. He couldn’t trust to know who he was talking to. His own silver eyes swam with tears just hearing Amon use Luxxie’s voice to say such horrible things. The gumiho’s ears were flattened against his head and his drooped to the floor. He looked every bit of broken hearted  before turning and running from the kitchen back to the safety of the bedroom. 

If Lux cared about the gumiho, he would have actually felt sorry for what he said. The poor thing looked pathetic from his words. But instead of sadness and regret, it brought satisfaction to the demon’s heart. It brought anger to Pollux, who had allowed Lux to do all that he could anymore. The demon frowned whenever he felt Pollux itching to take control, to go comfort his best friend-- it made his head hurt. “You’re not--” the itching became more apparent, and the demon scrunched up his nose. When Pollux pushed harder, he had to close his eyes, the sensory becoming too much as he faded in and out. “Pollux, stop,” he demon snapped, holding his head in frustration. But the werewolf still pushed until finally, the temptation demon gave up, allowing the werewolf to come through, if only to stop the pain from switching. 

The first thing that Pollux realized was how awful his mouth tasted from the black coffee. The second thing Pollux realized? He needed to get to his best friend. Pollux double checked the stove was off before hurrying to his bedroom. He was cautious at first, standing at the door, brown eyes sad and regretful as he peeped in at the gumiho. He shouldn’t have let Lux take over. He thought none of this would happen. He thought he’d simply let Lux have breakfast and then he’d be back to greet Kitty. He didn’t want any of this. “Hey, kitten,” he spoke softly, knocking on the door lightly, as if this wasn’t his room. He shifted on his feet, taking a few more steps inside the room. “It’s Pollux,” he added softly, figuring now, he’d have to tell the gumiho. If his best friend even wanted to be his best friend anymore. It was a heavy secret he had been hiding. Nobody but his brother and Mason knew at this point. Now... Kitty knew. It was relief, but Pollux was terrified of what the other would do. He didn’t want to lose his best friend. 

[maneopollux]

maneoxjoon​:

             Alucard watched the person in front of him as it slowly dawned on him, who was before his very eyes and left him to smile rather sheepishly. “Alexandria, the beauty of the Nile,” he spoke with a rather loving voice as the memories came flooding back. Most of them were simply the nostalgic rose coloured  recollections of his youth where the grape purple wasn’t as strong and his hair much shorter. Slowly closing his book, mainly since Joon knew he wouldn’t be focusing on it anymore, the vampire looked at the other.

             “I do have forgotten said nickname,” he confessed and looked at his hair, which laid over his right shoulder. “I was in the sun for too long and the purple faded when I met you. Though now I have found more comfort in libraries than in busy streets of ancient cities. What are you doing here?” Not only had his hair grown, but his body had collected several beautiful tattoos, most hidden away under his clothing. 

Lux frowned. Apparently, the other didn’t understand who he was. Or really, what he was. Despite being annoyed, he simply clenched his jaw. He wasn’t going to pretend much anymore. He had been pretending for quite some time, there was no need of him pretending to be someone who was already dead. “Sorry to break it to you, Joonie pie, but I’m not Alexandria,” he stated simply, sitting back in his chair. He cocked his head to the side, wondering how someone who use to be so smart in the past, had become so dense. 

“She’s dead and gone. I’m Amon. A-- despite how much I hate labeling my so called ‘species’--demon. She was simply a vessel to me. As far as what I’m doing here?” Lux shrugged. “I like literature. Can you blame me?” he muttered, folding his arms in front of him as he leaned forward. He studied Joon, much like a cat would study a mouse.

[maneopollux]

maneojaehyun​:

“You won’t thank our dearest Satan once they reach that stage,” Azzazith spat, downing the rest of his drink in one go. The demon didn’t even bother with the burn that the whiskey left on his throat, he was too focused on picking the weapons he would bring that night. “Me? Lonely?” he rolled his eyes at the thought of being filled with such mundane emotion. “I don’t need anyone, Amon and you know that.” Azzazith took one last look at the clock before heading out, their timing was just perfect. “We, demons, never need anyone else.”

Itaewon was usually filled with buzz as partygoers go with what the youth calls as “barhopping.” Apparently, it wasn’t enough for them to get drunk in one place and it sounded incredibly stupid to the demon. Azzazith smirked as the couple entered a dark alley perhaps to share a quick rendezvous. ‘See Jaehyun, this is what love leads you to. Death,” the demon sneered at Jaehyun’s consciousness. Keeping his eyes peeled for any disturbances that could come their way. The last thing the crossroads demon wanted was for his night to get ruined by any righteous supernatural or worse, angels. “Shut it, Amon and keep your eyes on the prey,” Azzazith reminded as he gripped his combat knife inside his pockets. 

Following Lux’s lead, Azzazith kept his senses clear for any sign of danger. As they approached the couple who was busy making out with each other against the wall of the alley, it took all of the demon’s strength not to just shoot them right then and there. He had to remind himself that this hunt was all about letting the bloodlust loose. The moment Lux pulled the female towards him, Azzazith grabbed the male in a chokehold. “Look over there, lover boy. Watch her die,” the demon whispered in his ears as he forced the man to drop on his knees. “Whose decision was it to go here huh? Was it yours or hers? You need to know who to blame.” As Azzazith taunted the man further, his fingers gently pressed the knife on his side, making the man hiss in pain. “No, no, no. Keep those eyes open. Watch Lux kill your lover with me. Isn’t it such a beautiful sight?” 

Lux, despite not knowing it, fed on the words that fell from Azzazith’s mouth. The taunting. He was a much more quieter one when it came to killing, so, he didn’t say a word, staring down to the woman underneath him. He didn’t find any other feelings besides satisfaction and loathing when he looked at her. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Lux began in the taunting, looking at the guy who was in Azzazith’s grasp. He smirked, turning back to the woman who was paralyzed. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t move. Only her eyes could more, and he hummed, sinking the knife into her chest. He wiggled it, before jerking it sharply down, right into her stomach. He stood back, watching as the blood seeped through her clothes and onto the ground, the smirk never leaving his face. 

Until he grew feral. His slow movements, planned movements, began to falter, as he stabbed the knife into her again. Nothing came from her, but he knew she was in pain, and something about watching someone unable to do anything, made Lux feel a certain satisfaction. It wasn’t sexual at all, but it was probably the closest thing that demons could come to. Blood splatted him, right on his face and his hands his hands. The knife cut through flesh and bone, and Lux, still didn’t give way until the look in her eyes began to go cold. It wasn’t a pretty kill, wasn’t as planned as it should-- that was Pollux’s job. Lux, simply had fun. 

His eyes went back to Azzaztih, chest rising and falling a bit quicker from the work it took. A workout it was. “Your turn,” he hummed at Azz, combat clad feet stepping over the body of the now lifeless woman. “Let the pig know it was his fault. He probably brought her here, men only have one thing on their mind,” he stated simply. He wiped his knife on his jeans, knowing Pollux would find it infuriating, but not at all caring. He was a messy killer. Who could blame him? 

[maneopollux]

qxmaneo​:

Quinn mirrored his date’s mock offended expression. “Like you’ve never assumed anything about me because of the way I look,” he shot back, though the statement was punctuated with a lighthearted smile. Truthfully, he didn’t mind people’s perception of him— wasn’t that why he dressed the way he did in the first place anyway? To be perceived a certain way? If he wanted people to see him as some kinda hardass, he’d be choosing from Q’s side of the closet every morning. The dryad simply hummed in response to his qualms about Lux, relating far too much. “Y’know, one of my sisters once told me that if it’s your favorite food then the calories don’t count— I like to live by that. Tell that to Lux next time he’s so mean about it.”

His pout only deepened in response to the werewolf’s answer, the two probably looking like quite the pair having a kindergarten stare-off. For once, Quinn didn’t really care what everyone around was thinking of him. “Ew, paperwork… doesn’t matter, though, you should prioritize your health. If I have to wake up that early just to text you a reminder to eat breakfast, I will.” Never mind that Q would have a lot to say about that arrangement. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he felt Pollux place a kiss on the top of his head, turning his gaze to the ground if only to attempt to hide the reaction. To say he wasn’t used to affection from anyone who wasn’t related to him would be quite the understatement. Still, he took a step closer to the werewolf, pressing their sides together. “I like that idea more. Never too much of a good thing, y’know?”

Pollux was grateful for the contact between the two, the way that Quinn pressed into his side soothing him because it meant the fae was close. “You don’t have to wake up early to text me,” Pollux chuckled, dropping his hand to gently wrap around his waist to pull him closer. He kept it there, noting the reaction Quinn had to the kiss to the top of his head. It was cute, but it was still... sad. Pollux hated how cooped up Quinn was. How he was never allowed out... maybe the fae didn’t want to come out, but he still would have liked for his.... boyfriend-- he really should ask what they were-- to be contained like a prisoner. Pollux was affectionate, after all. The little head kiss was only the beginning of what was to come, now that the two had made it very clear how they viewed their relationship. 

They neared closer to the counter, until they were next. He finally dropped his hand from his waist to grab his wallet. “One chocolate ice blended drink, two croissants, one of the chicken sandwiches, and--” he turned to Quinn, sending him a smile. “Anything else he wants,” he finished, getting his card out. He kept Quinn close to his side despite no longer touching him, reassuring him that it was okay, and at any moment, he would step in if Quinn got too nervous. 

[maneopollux]

yejunxmaneo​:

Yejun couldn’t look away. He knew he was staring his one and only ex and others would consider that rude, but this was Pollux. The wolf looked older and had a new hair color, but his eyes and soft smile were still the same as they were directed at the witch. There was once a time when Yejun would have done anything just to see that smile, but now looking at it again, some part of him desperately wanted it to go away. Those emotions were tied back to the countless nights he had spent going around in circles trying to figure out what he had done wrong in their short relationship and why couldn’t Pollux had given him a chance to fix things. The witch didn’t consider their breakup a mutual agreement. No, one day he woke up having a boyfriend and the next he didn’t. 

Now looking back, the witch realized he never truly got the closure he had needed. Of course as time went on Yejun emotionally moved on from their summer fling. It hadn’t been easy, but it was done. Staring at Pollux now didn’t bring any butterflies back to his stomach or make his heart race. “Only if you promise to be honest with me,” Came the witch’s stiff reply. Yes, he was excited to see a familiar face, and yes he wanted to speak with the wolf, but some old hurt kept him from flinging himself into this conversation head first. This time around the witch would be cautious and hold him emotions tight against his chest. He didn’t want a repeat of the past. “To the roof again?” 

Pollux didn’t mind the staring at all. No-- he understood why YeJun was staring. After all, they hadn’t seen each other in years... naturally, they were going to stare. He looked away as well, down to his feet. So much regret settled itself into his chest. Truthfully, the wolf wasn’t sure what had happened between the two. They sort of fell apart... and Pollux couldn’t piece them back together. But it was for the best, Pollux believed. For a moment, just a split moment, he thought about maybe just not opening this can of worms. But he had to. Pollux never really got his own closure. 

“I promise I’ll be honest,” he breathed softly, giving him a small nod. He wanted to be honest. But he was sure what would come out of his mouth... the other wouldn’t really like to hear. Maybe, he wouldn’t even believe him. Lux made it hard to have any sort of relationship, really. “To the roof,” Pollux smiled lightly in agreement, glancing around once more to double check nobody needed him, before gesturing for Yejun to follow him to the stairs. It was just like before, when the two dipped away to share the night together, young and naive. He let out a soft sigh at the memory, fingers trailing against the railing as they climbed the stairs to the roof exit. He opened the door, allowing the other to move ahead in front of him. His eyes trailed to the stars, a sad smile coming to him face. “What would you like for me to be honest about?” he finally questioned softly, fixing his eyes from the stars onto the witch in front of him. 

[maneopollux]

kittymaneo​:

Straight away something in Kitty’s gut screamed wrong. From the tenseness of Luxxie’s shoulders down to the tone of his voice. Hell the werewolf was even sipping coffee and the gumiho knew his best friend absolutely hated the warm beverage. Not once had he known the werewolf to deny him food. Not once had Luxxie shied away from cuddles or general affection. Kitty recoiled as if he had been slapped by the other. His sleepiness still clung to his body but his mind was going haywire. Only the irritated twitch of his fox tail gave away any sort of emotion as his sleep puffy face went blank. Silver eyes slowly trailed over every inch of Pollux. His best friend certainly still looked the same. Technically, his voice was the same deep bass Kitty loved listening to. Yet, something was off and it bothered the gumiho. 

After a moment of silence of them staring at one another Kitty finally broke. “You’re being weird. Why?” He started slowly still staring intently at Pollux looking for anything that might give him clues to the werewolf’s attitude. “Plus you never drink coffee because you hate it. Tell me what the hell is going on.” 

Inside Lux’s head, Pollux was screaming. The werewolf was annoying and insisting that he continue the ruse that he wasn’t possessed. The demon, effectively, ignored him. He took a sip of his coffee silently, mulling over in his head about what exactly to say. He swore softly in latin, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’m not Pollux,” he replied simply, figuring he should just go ahead and open the can of worms. He shifted, setting down his coffee and taking another step away from Kitty to begin fiddling with the bacon and eggs again. “I’m Amon. I’m a demon that resides in your... friend,” he scrunched his nose up at that, not being able to say ‘best friend’. Hell, the two were oddly close, and demon didn’t understand why they didn’t just date or something. But Pollux always reminded him that he didn’t feel that way for Kitty. 

Sensing the questions and doubts were going to come, he turned to look back to Kitty. He crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter again, meeting his eyes, only to make his own turn black. “I got tired of pretending. I’ve been pretending this whole damn time and I’m so fucking tired of it,” he muttered, keeping his arms crossed and his eyes dark. After a moment, he turned them back to the werewolf’s normal brown, staring at the gumiho. “You’re too damn clingy for me to pretend to like it. I fucking hate it. Pollux loves it, don’t get me wrong, but I fucking hate it,” he muttered, turning off the stove in annoyance. 

[maneopollux]

36. “I don’t give a damn.”

“I don’t give a damn,” rung throughout the apartment, and Lux, couldn’t help but to laugh. He took a sip of his whiskey. “Of course you don’t give a damn,” he muttered, tilting his head to the side in amusement. “Who would give a damn about our hosts?” he continued, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled again, before changing the topic, taking another sip of his drink.

[maneopollux]

“You smell nice.” (drabbydabby)

"You smell nice.”  Pollux blinked, taken aback from the admission. Him and Mira weren’t even standing close, yet the other could smell him? He simply nodded, sending her a smile because he didn’t exactly want to be rude. “Thank you? I did have a new cologne today,” he managed out, "Anyways--” he continued, before going on about what they were suppose to be discussing. 

[maneopollux]

qxmaneo​:

“The sugary ones? Really?” Quinn asked almost incredulously, a soft chuckle punctuating the question— not because he was making fun of Pollux, no, but more because he simply hadn’t expected it. The werewolf gave off an air much like Q did, and unfortunately by experience, Quinn knew that Q had an uncanny ability to withstand tasting something horrific. Straight black coffee? Stone faced. Spicy noodles? Stone faced. That blood he licked from his hand one time to prove a point? Gross, and he had to reiterate later on that he was in fact a vegetarian, but still stone faced. But Quinn shouldn’t be surprised at this point about all of the little things that made Pollux very different from the demon who inhabited his own body. Despite his general demeanor, Pollux was gentle. Much like a chained up great dane who thought he was a lap dog. Briefly, Quinn wondered how many people other than himself had gotten to know this side of the werewolf. 

The faerie had been dreading leaving the apartment for days now and yet somehow, as he stepped out the doorway with his hand held tightly in Pollux’s, he felt somewhat calm. More calm than he’d been out in public in ages, at the very least. It helped that the streets weren’t very busy and that the cafe was one he’d visited before, right down the block— but given his track record, he knew that the main difference this time was Pollux. The cafe itself was small and by comparison, that meant that all of the patrons were packed fairly close for Quinn’s taste, but he managed to let that fact slip from his mind, simply stepping closer into Pollux’s side for comfort. “Hm? I’m okay, promise.” His voice came out a bit hushed under the dull roar of the cafe, but it was genuine all the same, a smile flashed up in the werewolf’s direction. His next words, however, brought a pout to the fae’s lips. “No, why haven’t you eaten yet? You need to take care of yourself, pup,” he complained, gently bumping his date’s shoulder with his own. “You better get a sandwich. I’m gonna get a croissant, and I’m giving you half of it. Because you need to eat and also because it’s amazing and you’re missing out if you don’t try some.”

Pollux clicked his tongue in mock offense. He wasn’t that offended. He knew that his look, combat boots, dark colors, typically a leather jacket-- yeah, he didn’t look like he’d like sugary drinks. But he did. “Is it because how I look?” he teased the fae softly, nudging him gently. “I’ll have you know-- you can’t just judge a book by its cover. I love sugary drinks and even candy, cake, pastries, the entirety of the bakery section of a food store!” He chuckled, biting his lip. “Lux is the one who prefers black coffee and stuff. Thinks I put junk into my body,” he murmured, rolling his eyes. He was grateful he could just bring up the demon that resided in his body. The other understood. The other knew what it was like. Not many people close to him knew about the demon, so it definitely was hard. 

Pollux’s eyes looked to the fae pouting, giving him a pout back, and wishing he could just kiss it away-- he knew he couldn’t. Not right now at least. The two hadn’t even kissed before, and he definitely did not want the first to be in a crowded little cafe. “I haven’t thought about it. I had to wake up pretty early to do some paperwork before coming to see you, so I just haven’t had the time, really,” he explained softly, giving him a reassuring smile. He leaned down, pecking a kiss to the top of his head. “I promise I’ll get a sandwich. I’ll even get a croissant if you’d like, and you keep your half, okay?” He smiled, taking a step forward as they moved closer to the register to order. He kept Quinn close to him, naturally, just wanting him to feel comfort. He prayed he wasn’t being overbearing. The line was thankfully not that long. 

[maneopollux]

🗼: what's one thing you've learned to take as a warning sign in any type of relationship? + 🏭: would you consider yourself short tempered or even tempered?

🗼: “I don’t think I’ve had enough relationships to find any sort of warning signs. I usually keep friends and... I haven’t dated much. The only turn off would probably be how they treat me when they’re angry.” 

🏭: “Even tempered. I’m usually pretty calm. Lux is short tempered.”

[maneopollux]

🌃: how does politics make you feel?

“I try to stay out of them. Too much debate and controversy.” 

[maneopollux]

⛺️: does being without wifi actually worry you?

“Not at all. Unplugging is nice sometimes, even if I can’t do it most of the time.”