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#realmbound ⸻ a dependent multimuse for theredahq, featuring;
inara octavia angel dust
CLOSED STARTER ; @realmbound requested HUSK for ANGEL DUST.
sessions 01 - location ; souris tavern.
" OH I'M SURE , " he grimaced. husk's nails dragged across the wood of his bar , no doubt leaving even more claw marks in the already marked-up bar. " the new royalies are going to love your stories. " the patron he'd been talking to turned away , not caring enough to listen to husk's sarcasm anymore.
good , he was sick of listening to them.
" i think you're the only one I like here. " gaze now firmly set onto ANGEL DUST. " at least your stories are somewhat interesting. "
mismatched eyes were quick to seek the other out, brightening momentarily at the sight of husk. of course, angel knew where to find him every night - it was almost like the guy didn't sleep.
"well if it ain't my favourite sourpuss," the shifter purred, tracing a finger along the edge of the bar, ignoring the looks he was receiving from patrons whose faces he barely remembered ( and names he definitely didn't ). with the celebrations at an all time high and demands worse than ever he was exhausted, and in need of a little 'fun' of his own. "how 'bout i make things even more interestin' in that back room of yours for a little private entertainment? whaddya say?" his lips had curved into a slow smirk, red eye winking playfully at the obviously irritated bartender in front of him.
V stared at him before a slow, sloppy grin had her flashing her teeth. "-ok ok, that was outta' pocket." V shrugged "-true though."
His arms were a familiar constant. Always had been. Angel had a wonderful way of comforting a person. All that goodness that Val couldn't take, couldn't break, would dissolve into a touch, or a hug. V was glad of it.
Even the gentle press of his arms around her shoulders, had V visibly relaxing. She leaned back into him, dropping her head into the space between one set of arms and the other. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. One of her own arms snaked around his back and clung to his finely pressed blazer. "-Thanks Buddy." she said gently, sweetly and just for him. They had seen to much together for their relationship to be anything other than a mutual understanding. Touch was welcome, but only just, even between them.
V raised her head and looked up at him with a soft, silly smile "-You should see the other guy." there was s pause and then, she burst into a hysterical peel of laughter. "Yeah yeah, i can walk-" her expression turned graved then "-Don't want you goin' back to Val's if you can help it though. I'll live ya'know, potion or no potion."
the spider shifter chuckled softly at v, his eyes sparkling with amusement despite the seriousness of the situation. "oh, i've seen plenty of other guys, trust me," he replied, his tone light but with a hint of underlying concern. he squeezed her gently in his arms, a silent reassurance passing between them.
"yeah yeah, i know, ya tough as nails like always." the sarcasm in his words softened by a warm tone. her ability to keep going, her endurance were always traits he'd admired in his friend. "but if you want it...val's busy 'cause of all the hustle this weddin' seems to be causing...i can get in and out no problem."
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IT WASN'T like he wasn't used to this kind of thing. steve had been in this kinda position in his youth - in and out of someone's bed. but it wasn't until he meet... her. she was his everything but she was long gone now - a memory on his lips. a broken promise and a dream. a soft groan came from the demonhunter , picking up his pint - pressing to his lips. a long swig as hazel eyes never left the other that was in his space. "oh? and what makes you think could handle me."
eyes flickered to the side before he shifted on the seat. "I'll buy you a drink but..." he paused. "I've been in your place , kid. in and out of beds - to numb the loneliness. is it really... worth it?" sometimes he missed it .. and he wasn't gonna lie -- it felt kinda... good that he was getting hit on. He felt like he lost his appeal... probably why he stopped trying...
it took everything in the shifter's power not to puff his chest at the man's challenge, instead settling for his smirk to grow on his lips. "oh, i don't just think i could handle ya handsome," he replied with a hint of mischief in his tone, "i know i could."
however, his next words made his eyes harden, despite the easy-going smirk on his lips. "oh please sweetheart, you think i'm lonely? i gotta million guys wantin' my attention, and about twenty of 'em in this room so if you're wantin' to be some kind of dashin' knight to save me from my wicked ways i got news for you. don't. bother." his tone shifted, sharper in irritation as he moved to pick up a drink.
ANGEL DUST and HUSK Hazbin Hotel s1×04
location.. souris, lower city, somewhere dingy featuring.. angel dust
"come on angie, it ain't so bad! free booze, drunk folk for you to sink your claws into.." eyebrows wiggled as cherri damn near dragged her best friend and partner in crime through the bustling streets. "c'mon, it's not like we actually have to celebrate the wedding, love, matrimony, all that crap.. get drunk with me! pretty please." cherri bat her lashes at her friend, knowing damn well that there would be absolutely no way in hell that he'd be able to resist the offer. @realmbound
the lingering scent of rose, smoke and leather clung to his body like cheap perfume, churning his stomach as he lent into cherri's touch, desperate to have the scent of valentino fade away. he craved a distraction, and cherri was always able to provide. "go on then toots, make my night." he said, his lips forcing into a half smile. "val really rode my dick about gettin' some new faces into v's place, and not in the fun way. could do with a distraction." before the hell that would be tomorrow. the words were left unspoken, but he knew cherri could finish his sentence for him.
the confidence that radiated from the other was something that wyll was a little too used to, having traveled alongside astarion for a time. but, that didn't make it any easier to deal with, even more so when the advances were so obviously aimed in his direction. a slight bristle slid down the back of his neck, goosebumps lining his arms, every single hair on his body standing on end. the shifter had him sat firmly on the edge of his seat, and a light blush rising to his cheeks. wyll could barely form a stable sentence, the forward nature of the other's comments rendering him speechless for a moment. in response to his question, asking if he liked what he saw, wyll sputtered. "no. i mean.. yes.. i mean.." clearing his throat, he quickly shook his head, a meagre attempt at shaking off his nerves. "i suppose you encounter your fair share of, um, travelers passing through." refrains from using the word handsome, his own reflection still something he knew many would find to be the stuff of nightmares, his own father included.
a small noise that could of passed for a snicker had it been any louder slipped through the spider shifters lips. oh how he loved the shy ones. so much easier to wrap around his finger. ""ah, so ya do like what you see and there i was thinkin' you were gonna hurt my feelings." the man purred, a playful gleam in his eye as he reached out a hand, lightly tracing his fingertips along the mans hand. after so many years of doing this job he knew to play this game carefully. a hand too close could end with another dagger in his arm, or acid thrown on his face. as much as he stashed as many healing potions as he could, he'd rather save them for after valentino was done with him. "i get plenty travellers...but none quite as, intrigin' as yourself."
She turned, the voice was familiar. A comfort, still after all this time. She grinned at him, as best she could with her head tilted back and her hand still cupped around her nose.
"Well well well..." she said, half laughing "-look what the cat dragged in."
She groaned then, lowering her hand with a wince. V used the ragged end of her very dirty tank top, to mop at the blood on her face. Bent double ever so slightly, she regarded the spider carefully and then, best she could which wasn't at all, laughed at him.
"Yeah yeah yeah-" V rolled her eyes at him, giving her old college a friendly but firm knock on the shoulder with her fist. "-Got outta' that gig for a reason Angel, so you can keep those clients for yourself. Unless he wants pounded into the 9 hells and back-" she slammed her fist into her open palm to enunciate the threat "-he's all yours Buddy."
The ribbing was natural. Something they had even way back when they worked together. Two friends and their trauma and their jokes. What more did you need in a friendship, V supposed.
"and what the fuck is that suppose t'mean?" he challenged, feigning annoyance as he ran a hand through his fluffy hair. it was rare for the spider shifter to show a genuine smile, as small as it was. his mask usually guarded, all sarcastic smirks and seductive eyes. but with v it was different. she'd seen some of the shit he'd been through, hell, she'd done some of the same shit too, and that bonded people. in a way. "i'll have you know i do most of the lickin', and it ain't cheap."
a snort that sounded far too much like his pet piglets escapade the shifter, eyes rolling at her actions. "yeah yeah, big talk from the gal that's gonna bleed out. come on, i got a few potions back at val's if ya can walk." a set of arms moved to wrap around the woman, eyes lingering on her face. "you really do look like shit babe."
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NIGHTTIME WAS BETTER ; the dark was better. yes - while he could now venture out into the daylight with no after effects , it didn't mean that astarion ENJOYED IT. there was something so much more ; appeasing. about the dark. but it was nights like this when the vampire found himself seeking out a different type of drink. NOTHING WOULD EVER come close to the sweetness and fufilling taste that blood gave him , but if he had enough alcohol , sometimes it would do.
and, as he threw back another glass of --- honestly, he wasn't entirely sure what it was. bartenders creation. whatever that meant these days. it was a voice that pulled him from his drink , not one of the usual's, that yes, he might call friends. but still, the voice interested him.
" darling, " a smirk spreading across his lips, while his eyes dragged up and down the others frame. "you couldn't handle me."
the soft red lips, stained by what could be either wine or some kind of lip paint, curled into a playful smirk, mirroring the challenge in the strangers gaze. a challenge was always fun - if he wanted easy he would of stayed back at the brothel.
"oh, that's where you're wrong sweet stuff." he purred, leaning in closer, "ya might be surprised at what I can handle." his fingers traced a teasing path along the edge of the table, a silent invitation for the other to join him in this dance of temptation. "but if you think you're too much....well i do love me a challenge. why don'tcha let me prove you wrong?"
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IT HAS BEEN a rather trying day for Steve. a day fighting off demons in this so called ' haunted house '.... but it was just a nest of the hellish bastards. a heavy sigh as a clatter of his sword , a swish of heavy fabric of his cloak as it was pulled to lay the back of the wooden bench. a mumble to himself and he laid back - motioning for the bar maid to come bring his usual. how many nights had he spent in this tavern ? how many aches would his body scream ? how many more demons would he send to the oblivion before his vengeful bloodlust was sated ? you should be with the others tonight. a demon hunter alone is a calling for insanity - to lose their way.... his attention was brought forward to the other - tired hazels blinking. a look of complete annoyance and disbelief befell the fallen lord's his face. "think so highly of yourself ? "
despite the others bluntness angel remained unphased, another hand moving to fluff his hair up once more, head cocking to the side. "well, can ya blame me?" he retorted, his voice dripping with charm as he leaned in closer, his presence commanding, posture curving his body in ways he knew people at other tables would be checking out. "after all, i can count on all my fingers the amount of people watching this captivatin' sight right now" his words were accompanied by a playful wink, a glint of mischief gleaming in his charcoal black eyes. "and i dunno if ya noticed, but i got plenty of fingers....and alotta skill with them."
the journey to souris had been treacherous, and not one that the blade of frontiers had taken lightly. he was bruised, beaten and in dire need of something to loosen the load. of course, the wine in this such tavern would likely not compare to that which he had grown fond of in his courtly days but.. it would do for now. what he needed more than anything was rest, perhaps a few elixirs, and some time to recuperate. rapier stowed at his side, battle worn armour clinking as he walked, wyll made his way up to the bar, groaning softly as he took a seat. the curved black horns which sat upon his head drew the eye of many but, not in the way that they'd apparently caught the eye of the stranger. one who was seemingly.. hitting on him? that.. that was something wyll was not used to. something he was not well versed in. eyes flicked over to settle on the face of the other, studying him for a moment. then, his gaze moved down, finding the extra limbs. brows arched, lips forming a perfect 'o'. clearing his throat, wyll then snapped his gaze back up to settle on the face of the shifter. "oh.. no." wyll shook his head, then lifted the tankard that had been placed in front of him, taking a long sip. "i am afraid i am just here for the drink, and perhaps a place to stay the night." the warlock once again flicked his gaze back up to settle on the man's face, and felt an all too familiar tickle slide down the back of his neck, knowing that his patron was intrigued by the other.
it was no secret that angel had a preference. and that preference tended to be buff, handsome and dangerous. and as it so happened, the man across from his was just that, if his appearance had any indication. angels smirk grew, all too familiar with the looks his body could cause. "what sweet cheeks, you see somethin' you like?" he purred, head tilting to the side at the man's sudden response. "well, ain't that a shame?" his voice remained low, a sultry melody he knew many couldn't refuse. "but y'know, who's to say we can't find a way to sort out your...thirst, and a bed for the night with the added bonus of my company." he paused, his gaze not leaving the other mans, shamelessly savouring each small shift in his features. "after all, a handsome traveller like yourself deserves to be properly looked after, dontcha think?"
ANGEL DUST and HUSK Hazbin Hotel s1×04
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GREEN WINGS fluttered gracefully beneath golden curls. if it wasn't for the wings , you'd have mistaken her for a gnome or halfling - she was small even for her kin. a graceful twirl , fabric glittering with magic as bare feet stepped carefully with each movement.
"and she said to the fellow with a golden mellow --
kiss me til the morn sparrow sings. "
her voice was gentle yet held a sorrowful tinge but her body moved to her voice - a dancer. she held no lute or flute. her body and voice was all she needed , the jingle of trinkets sewn into her dress. and with a flourish, she stopped- an explosion of yellow magic that looked like glitter. she smiled at the onlookers , crystal blues falling on one. " another dance and song ? " She was a struggling bard --- it was clear.
SYMPATHY flickered in the young half elf's features as she watched the woman. she was beautiful - the way she danced, movement akin to the way in which leaves rustled against the wind before being freed from their restraint, floating in the breeze.
as she stilled slowly the druid smiled softly, appreciation clear in her features. though she was not wealthy, she made enough coin to keep herself comfortable, and she was never one to not support others. "as long as you want to." her voice gentle.
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