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Indefinite Hiatus
//I really can’t see myself writing as Dantalion right now or the near future. It’s been nice while it lasted, but I think it’s time for me to move on to muses I can channel more consistently.
I’ll be over at my multi-muse if anyone would like to talk more. Toodles!
Howl - Halloween AU | Closed - nephilim-tibicinem
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── But things weren’t that simple - they had known that going into this, that nothing about their strange forbidden romance would be easy. They would live denied every day the one they longed the most for because of their birth, their place in the world. It was foolish, this grudge their clans had against one another, and how sad that their wills would effect the two of them so greatly. If only I weren’t such a coward, William told himself. If only he were brave enough to leave it all behind and put hsi faith completely in Dantalion. But he knew the fates would not be so kind, for his family would search the ends of the earth for their beloved child and when they found the monster who protected him there would be blood. It was the last thing he wanted, to lose either his parents or his lover. This child, selfish and ungrateful as he could be, was so very kind at heart.
So it was when those lips and heated breath warmed his flesh so tenderly the man was kissed in return. Slow, soft, innocent in spite of the lewdness of their previous topic, for William was still just an innocent. A rare, pure being in such times, and for this wayward sinner his soft pink lips were sweeter than wine. Pale fingertips brushed tan flesh, caressing the sharp peaks of cheekbone and jaw, tinkled by the dark strands of soft ebon hair. Their touch deepened somewhat, William’s tongue delicately nudged his dark lover’s lips with a questioning hesitance. But when they parted so that he may taste the man freely the two became momentarily lost in one another. And when they did part from their kiss William did not move to look at him. His head nestled in the crook of the man’s neck, forehead against his cheek, white gold melding with deep brown.
So shy, even now. William truly was a treasure.
“I want to experience that dream.” The confession came with hushed words nearly lost in the night, and for a moment the boy worried his intentions had been misheard. But Dantalion had understood him - he wished to wake up at his side in the morrow, the two of them entangled and encompassed in disheveled sheets with mornings light peeking stubbornly at the edges of drawn curtains. He wanted him.
~
"William..." A confession Dantalion had not expected even with the topic at hand. His love was young, almost innocent in spite what was to be expected of someone his age. Their times together had been few and far between as of late, with many of their meetings only brief enough to share a kiss or a gift before Dantalion had to disappear into the night once more. Could it be that William had felt the strain in ways that Dantalion had not considered? Was it not merely the loneliness and the constant reminder that they could not be together that drove this bright young man to such despair?
There was a relief in knowing that he was not alone in craving his young lover's presence. William wanted him. He wanted him to stay by his side and to hold him through the night. But there was more to it than that, a carnal need that even the likes of Dantalion was powerless to deny him.
Dantalion paused, still holding William close, craving the warmth that this man would always offer him in their moments alone. "Do you really want that?" He asked quietly, lips pressed against the shell of William's ear. "Do you really want to make that dream of yours a reality?" They had this night, far from William's parents and lacking the watchful gaze of the usual guardians of the home. Isaac would surely not bother them should they seek to utilize one of the home's many rooms for the evening. He was supportive, understanding, even while knowing his friend's true self.
Rumour has it that you and Huber are having a secret affair!
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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── “It isn’t a secret.”
Crickets chirp. Seconds pass. Finally, finally Willam realizes what he’s just said.
“I mean, it’s not an affair! It’s–! Well, I–…” He dissolves into a fit of awkward expressions and what sounds like curses under his breath.
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── “One more word, Dantalion, and I get the salt shaker!”
“I prefer more exotic spices than that. Why not try some coriander or cumin? Maybe some nutmeg?”
Rumour has it that you and Huber are having a secret affair!
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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── “It isn’t a secret.”
Crickets chirp. Seconds pass. Finally, finally Willam realizes what he’s just said.
“I mean, it’s not an affair! It’s–! Well, I–…” He dissolves into a fit of awkward expressions and what sounds like curses under his breath.
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── “Your entire existence is full of sin and you’re here moaning about me? Piss. Off. Also, it’s not a lie. Get your facts straight you stupid meat headed demon.”
“William, you aren’t supposed to brag about me moaning about you. What kind of example does that set for someone who wishes to be headboy?”
Rumour has it that you and Huber are having a secret affair!
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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── “It isn’t a secret.”
Crickets chirp. Seconds pass. Finally, finally Willam realizes what he’s just said.
“I mean, it’s not an affair! It’s–! Well, I–…” He dissolves into a fit of awkward expressions and what sounds like curses under his breath.
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── “You stay out of this!”
“William, isn’t it a sin to lie?”
Rumour has it that you and Huber are having a secret affair!
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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── “It isn’t a secret.”
Crickets chirp. Seconds pass. Finally, finally Willam realizes what he’s just said.
“I mean, it’s not an affair! It’s–! Well, I–…” He dissolves into a fit of awkward expressions and what sounds like curses under his breath.
*Loudly sips tea in the corner*
GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS.
❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞
❝ Don’t sass me in front of the internet. ❞
❝ Follow your stupid fucking dreams. ❞
❝ Come at me scrub lord, I’m ripped. ❞
❝ I just wanna have sex with space. ❞
❝ Get in the tub with me, daddy. ❞
❝ Will you just relax and let me kill for money? ❞
❝ That sounds like your problem. Fuck you. ❞
❝ Stay in school. Don’t do drugs. Eat your teeth. ❞
❝ Make like a tree and fucking die. ❞
❝ Dude just…just pity laugh at least. ❞
❝ Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird. ❞
❝ We are like the Stephen Kings of stupid. ❞
❝ Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so? ❞
❝ Do I have to jerk you off to blow your mind? ❞
❝ I haven’t had so much fun since I killed my parents. ❞
❝ Unfortunately I had sex with a guy/girl over the weekend. ❞
❝ What’s a vegetarian zombie say? GRAAAAAAAINS. ❞
❝ Revenge is a best dish served fuck you. ❞
❝ Who wears pants anymore? So 2015. ❞
❝ I need an ice cream sandwich and a gentle blowjob. ❞
❝ Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya. ❞
❝ The bananas has gone bad! ❞
❝ I cared for those bananas! I raised them with my own two feet! ❞
❝ Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke. ❞
❝ What if everyone just had constant helicopter dick? ❞
❝ [ name ], does getting me wet fill you with determination? ❞
❝ I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian. ❞
❝ Wouldn’t it be funny if, like, you lost a family member? ❞
❝ These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed’. ❞
❝ Call me One Direction ‘cause my relevancy is dropping by the day. ❞
❝ One time I killed a person and I didn’t report it to the police. ❞
❝ I wanna take a girl to the Grand Canyon, fuck her, and throw her in. ❞
❝ Nothing like a gunshot wound to the face to really mellow someone out. ❞
❝ If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst! ❞
❝ [ name ], I’m on a date with a guy/girl right now and you’re embarrassing me. ❞
❝ I’ve made a decision. I’m gonna in the kitchen, gonna open the dishwasher, and I’m gonna climb inside. ❞
❝ I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified. ❞
❝ I could pee on this couch, right now, no problem, while looking you directly in the eyes.❞
❝ Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’ ❞
❝ All of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are blue, except for three of them. And there are four. ❞
❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞
❝ I’m gonna throw you out the window. We don’t even have any windows in this room…I’m gonna carve out a window and throw you through it. ❞
❝ DO IT YOU SACK OF SHIT! – Sorry. That didn’t come out as encouraging as I meant it to. ❞
❝ [ name ], if there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.❞
❝ If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else. ❞
❝ Next time we make love, [ name ], would you please refer to me as your sweet cakey treasure? ❞
❝ I try to show at least one other human-being my butt hole every single day. ❞
❝ The only people who don’t like sluts are the people who don’t get any. ❞
❝ Have you ever though of a career in driving people fucking insane? Because you are already a PRO at it. ❞
❝ I am actively looking for ways to get you to shut the fuck up. ❞
❝ First of all, you have to stop calling it ‘Mary Jane.’ That’s the first rule of stonerdom. People will think you’re a fucking narc. ❞
❝ First of all, no one says ‘pot-eyes’, you fuckin’ narc. ❞
❝ If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK ❞
❝ When you walk outside there are three elements of nature that you must avoid: snow, wind, and bees. ❞
❝ Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.” ❞
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The Mantle of Hades
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── William stood awkwardly still a long moment, as though he didn’t know what he was meant to do. In truth, he didn’t. He hadn’t a clue now that he was here. He had been curious, wishing to know his husband’s location, for many questions had and still did saturate his brain. Yet now, in the demons presence, William could not force those queries to come forth. Instead he opted to keep his eyes askance, his head tilted slightly downward. This had been the man who tormented him so these last few weeks. This had been the man who had stolen him from his family with the promise of wealth and fortune. This had been the man that had sought to lay claim to his body, and still he had not. A strange action, his tentative mercy, after all he had done. The child did not trust him for it, however. He was still very much cautious, watchful, but with this wariness had come something new; the child dared to hope.
“Yes, I did…” he quietly stated, his eyes slowly seeking to gaze upon the something other than the Duke. He viewed the vast array of books upon tall shelves which reached the high ceiling proper, the ladder that ran on intended tracks along the set of shelves. He longed to climb it, to peruse the various titles and knowledge therein. Again he was reminded of the past, of his father’s study and how he had stolen inside countless times to enjoy all that his library had to offer. A sadness came over him then - what were his parents doing right then, he wondered. Quite possibly grieving, though something in him doubted it. They hadn’t even taken a moment to bid him farewell before they left him to his fate, though whether it be from fear of the monster whom would lay claim to their son or some sick form of apathy towards his plight, he was uncertain.
This didn’t dull the feeling of pain in his heart, however. He missed them. He missed his estate, his rooms, the library, the views from the windows of lushes green and rolling hills that he would never be allowed to discover on his own. It had been a sad existence, but it had been home and this boy was sorely missing it. His eyes fell away from the shelves and almost shyly he cast them towards Dantalion. The man wasn’t looking at him, wasn’t even truly addressing him. What a change from before. William decided that he didn’t like it, though his reason was unknown even to him. Should he not be grateful this beast had found another amusement? He didn’t understand.
~ Just moments before the silence in the room offered a reprieve from the concern and anguish that plagued him, but as soon as William entered his study they returned in full force, and with them the uncertainty of what should come next between them. He wanted to say with confidence that he was in control of the situation and if he so chose to partake in his bride's flesh then he would do it without hesitation. But Dantalion knew that wasn't true; when it came to their wedding night, Dantalion had abandoned the idea of sharing a bed with William and instead spent the evening in solitude. Why? With just a whisper he could have had William compliant, obedient, willing. Yet he chose to allow him to remain untouched and of sound mind. Dantalion had hoped that the answer would become clear to him if he took some time alone, but it remained lost to him.
That is until William entered the room and Dantalion caught his first glimpse of him of the day. William's face was imbued with the fear and anxiousness born from the evening before, and it was then that it truly became clear to him. It was because he truly did not want to be the reason for the fear in those beautiful peridot eyes.
"As my bride, you are allowed run of the estate." Dantalion began, hoping that at least an offer of some freedom would begin the reparation of their relationship, if one could call it that. "It's best you not leave the grounds unattended for your safety. Simply ask any attendant to walk with you if you want to go somewhere." It was more freedom than one would expect to be given when marrying a demon, and more than most demons would give their brides. Those before him had kept their human brides locked away, like pretty pets in cages that were only meant for their entertainment and never to be allowed to roam. But Dantalion didn't see William as an animal meant only to sate his whims, but as someone who truly, deeply cared for...
Even if the sentiment was not returned.
"Even this room is yours to explore, though I ask that you not disrupt my work... It gets tedious as it is." He motioned to the pile of papers, still not meeting William's gaze.
Howl - Halloween AU | Closed - nephilim-tibicinem
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── The boy in his arms shifted just a little closer and William’s expression took on an air of thoughtfulness as he recalled the nighttime musing. It had been months before, not all that long after their last meeting. The boy had been at school then, his head filled with his studies and the life offered at Stratford. He hadn’t thought of Dantalion in so long a time, but that evening had been different. The dream had taken him with some start and only once it was over had the boy realized the depth of his feelings. Those were the same feelings affecting him now, bringing clarity to this situation of theirs, to his own, and so it was with an ache in his heart he began to regale his memories.
“You were holding me, much like you are now,” he began. His head nudged just a touch closer into the crook of his lover’s neck, arms holding a bit tighter. “It was a warm night. We ran nude in the field near my house and cried to the moon, and when my fit had ended you held me.” Pieces of a memory long past, he had suspected at the time, diluted and mixed with the desires of a growing boy and the wishes for a thrill he had never been offered. The blonde swallowed thickly at the nervous dryness that had begun creeping into his throat. It was embarrassing, telling Dantalion of this dream. But it was necessary, not only for himself, but the both of them.
“You kissed my lips. You laid me down in the grass and you ravished me until my body was left trembling.” Though he spoke plainly when giving such intimate detail as this, the alabaster of William’s cheeks held a kiss of blush. That dream had been an eye opening experience for him, because it gave him a hint of something he hadn’t known of himself. Not merely the lovemaking, the wish to join with this man as they had done only sparingly in the past when brave enough, but rather how deeply his feelings truly ran. “I hated that dream…”
A confession Dantalion had surely not anticipated - had William not enjoyed the vision for its lewdness? Or was it something else entirely? The gentle tremble in the boy’s voice, the refusal to raise his eyes towards the man’s own hinted at something more. “I hate it because when I woke up I was alone.” Quite the turn of events, this - William had been hurting because of his dream, because he missed someone dear that he couldn’t have. He had cried that morning, curled up half asleep in the predawn hours. He had cried his anguish because he had wanted that person at his side, in his arms. It was no wonder then that William seemed so hellbent on their future together now.
~ At first Dantalion found himself excited by the confession. It was not often that William was so blatant about his fantasies, let alone the ones that ventured to the side of perverseness that the young man would usually steer clear. But just like the wind and the clouds above them as they walked, such excitement was quickly swept away by the words that followed.
William cried for him. He cried because he was alone, that Dantalion was not by his side to greet him when he awoke. The warmth of their entwined bodies and the exhilaration of their touches were little more than a figment of a desperate mind in pursuit of something that he had been denied. William missed him, just as Dantalion had missed William.
It pained him to imagine his love in such a state, and even more that it had occurred where he could not reach him. Internally Dantalion cursed the wretched clan that William called his family for isolating his love from the world. Did they not know what would become of a caged animal once it was freed? Had they no care for William's well-being? His autonomy? His hopes and dreams?
In the end, Dantalion could only hold him closer, gently nuzzling William's cheek as he continued to procrastinate on their return to the party. "I'm so sorry, William." Dantalion muttered against William's hair, the warmth of his lips mingling with that of his breath. "I wish nothing more than to be by your side so you never have to wake up to an empty bed..." If only he could return to Stratford. If only he could be free of the clan’s grasp long enough to allow the man freedom to live...
The Mantle of Hades
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── The morning sun brought a stiffness to William’s body that he had thoroughly expected, as well as a loneliness he had not. Upon waking the blonde’s mind sprung into action, for there was something off that he sensed within the room. A feeling that came from nowhere and ended as soon as it came. He noted a tray of food left for him upon the sidetable by the sofa; an instance much like those which he’d become accustomed to daily. As he looked over the small feast of fruits and sweet bread, jams and milk he absently ran his hands about his neck, his body, checking the condition of the clothing there. Intact, in place all of it. Not a single article was disturbed. William felt relief in this. His trust had not been misplaced.
Slowly the boy sat up and looked about the room, which appeared far less menacing in the days light. The space held no less grandeur, and there was a comfort to it that the boy hadn’t witnessed until that moment. His eyes drifted to the bed which had caused him such fear the night previous. It remained untouched, the bedclothes drawn tight and not a single cushion moved. Had Dantalion truly stayed away all night? Somehow this surprised William. Was this not he demons quarters? But if that was the case, then just where had he spent the evening, and where was he now?
Curiosity gave way to hunger only a brief moment as William indulged himself with a thick slice of bread, which was sweetened with brown sugar and held a lovely array of finely chopped fruit. It was pleasant, almost similar to a dundee cake yet not as rich. He ate only a small amount, less than half before the slice was discarded. A bit of milk was taken, however that too was forgotten in time. William’s thoughts were not on his meal, but instead the whereabouts of his husband. He had questions which had been left unanswered, too many and too nagging to leave be.
His curious need took him over once more and this time it won over the remaining fret in his heart, the sore stiffness in his joints from a poor nights sleep curled up in a huddled position. The door was left surprisingly unlocked, much to William’s bewilderment. He hadn’t expected he’d be allowed autonomy so early, if at all, yet he seemed free to do as he pleased now that he had been made to bear his wedding band. The hall was the same as he remembered, though brighter now in the pale morning sunlight. The lamps which lined the walls were still lit to offer that extra light in the early hours and the boy followed them with only a moment’s hesitation, a glance down both lengths of the corridor. The boy sought his husband; that was what he told any who came upon him. The odd servant who wandered the lavishly decorated halls of this great palace - they were a strange sort, each less human than the last, yet William could feel no malice coming from them, but rather a deep respect and humble wish to serve.
Such an odd place, Hell. He had never in his wildest musings pictured such a perfectly beautiful world. The palace was huge, breathtaking riches and fine pieces of architecture. And beyond the vast, tall windows lay what seemed to be an endless desert, of which what looked to be an ancient city had taken root. He could smell the scent of the heat in the air, felt the arid winds from the open window. It was a marvel he had never before witnessed. This beautiful foreign land was to be his home now. He was surprised when he did not gain a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach at that. This was a chance to witness the new, the likes of which he had never been allowed before. If anything, he felt excitement, and it disturbed him.
Eventually he came upon Dantalion’s location by the help of a few servants. His office, one not all that far from his chambers. He had been set to business since the night previous, or so said one beast as it pointed the way. It surprised William, hearing this. Did the man not sleep? At the door presented that servant guided him close and knocked loudly to gain its lord’s attention. There was a pause, a voice from beyond the door. Words William did not quite make out but apparently this creature, who’s hearing must have surpassed the boy’s own, understood perfectly. He was coaxed inside and announced before he was left standing there. The servant retreated and shut the door as it left. The boy was alone once again, just himself and Dantalion.
~ The duke sat at a desk made of oak and marble, dark and rich in color with curious curving accents and designs of red and gold. Upon it sat a proverbial mountain of paperwork, two distinct piles nearly equal in size, an incoming and outgoing stack, one could assume. The duke sat among the many documents with a quill in hand, looking over the seemingly endless proposals and requests that he was responsible to attend to as the lord of this land. It was only when the door closed behind William did the duke finally set the quill aside, lifting his tired gaze to greet William.
The demon looked no worse for the wear, but there was something in that crimson gaze that denoted he had not properly slept. A sort of mental weariness over physical, for there was no signs of bags beneath his eyes or any palor to his skin. A demonic trait, one could guess, to be able to forgo sleep in favor for other tasks.
But where William would have expected the man to stand, to rush over to greet his new bride on the first morning after their union, Dantalion remained seated. He regarded William with an intense stare for but a moment before returning his gaze to his work, picking up the quill once more.
"Did you sleep?" He asked, and it seemed that he was avoiding looking at William at all. Why? Even he was unsure. Perhaps the knowledge that he had truly frightened William in the worst of ways had finally sunk in and he was remorseful of his actions. Or maybe he had finally acknowledged that he had been rejected by his own bride and was merely being obstinate about his presence in retaliation. Perhaps it was a bit of both, but the duke was loathe to admit either. He wished for William to ask of the night previous, or at the very least for him to attempt conversation with his new husband.
Have you ever been mistaken by someone else?
“As much as I’d like to boast that no one could mistake someone as unforgettable as me for someone else, in the sports broadcasting world, there’s a young volleyball player that looks much like me. Apparently there are instances that only our clothing could tell us apart. Me personally, I can’t see how you’d mix us up.”
(”Ohoho...”)
Howl - Halloween AU | Closed - nephilim-tibicinem
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── William gave no true response, only a faint, disgruntled hum in reply. Dantalion already knew the answer, yet he persisted in asking. Vain hope, he imagined - they had been apart far too long, so very many months longing for one another’s company, the touch the other could provide them. It was as William had heard before, fleetingly in the past; lovers kept apart grew in love as they did in longing, for memory was the heart’s most potent toxin or elixir. He had heard this once before, at his school. A particularly romantic teacher who headed the literature class he was assigned that semester. How true her words had been, for the longer he spent apart from this dear nocturnal creature, the deeper his desire to be at his side.
That fact held no less truth now as Dantalion carried him towards the house. His scent was intoxicating, his warmth alluring and the strength of his body left his young companion wanting. How many nights had he fallen asleep pretending it was within these arms? Yet somehow it felt as though this moment itself was more dream than reality. Too long they had been apart - William recalled a time just months before. A moment rather out of the blue, something he had forgotten until that moment, along with all the emotion that it had brought. But he felt it now and it left him aching deep in his chest.
He shifted just a little closer and quietly he sought to gain the man’s attention with words of need. “I had a dream about you some time ago...” he began.
~ Dantalion lost himself in the warmth he carried in his arms, so much that he almost didn't hear William when he finally spoke. He too had imagined this very sensation, the weight of someone you cared for so deeply nestled safely in your arms. It was strange to say the he dreamt of this more often than he would like to admit, for a being whom did not enjoy the same sleep that humans did would often succumb so deeply to slumber that dreams eluded them. But it would seem that was not the case for this lovestruck creature, and such it was with some surprise that he listened to William's confession.
"A dream?" Dantalion echoed as he strode along the pebbled path towards the main house. He had purposefully taken the long way, wishing for just a few more moments together with William. If he truly was not going to be able to see him until he left his home and the watchful gaze of his parents, then Dantalion wanted to savor every extra second he could with his love.
