Seraph

((Indie SIDE Rp blog for Taffy, can get nsfw, you've been warned))

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abusivity :

     “You’re lucky,”

     A chortle is made from the God, lips twitching again while staying      pressed to the seraph’s hand. Gentle gestures are unlike the God      but he can’t have his precious toys be hurt by something that isn’t      himself. A soft breath is blown against the red patch, hoping to cool      the sensation in any attempt. What a clumsy boy Taffy was.

     “Suppose I should reward ya’, hm? For being such a good lad.”

   Odd, wouldn’t Fumus harm him for spilling his coffee? It was... confusing, but perhaps dealing with another god that required so much attention had softened his own with exhaustion. It would certainly explain a lot, not that he isn’t grateful for the attempts to soothe the burn. ”A reward...? That’s not--..” Necessary. He wanted so badly to say it but he knew better, the same went for not ever mentioning Olive to him,”... Is it alright to sit with you while you work?”

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     Oh my, what a clumsy clumsy seraph he was. To think he’d      make such a mistake as to let coffee drip onto his hand,      scorching hot liquid to mar pale flesh. Not that the God cared      whether or not the seraph was hurt, but he could tell how tense      he was that he was in pain. 

     Beautiful.

     “Ah, silly bird,”

     A soft coo is made, laced with a laugh as the God takes the pot from      the seraph. Setting it on his desk, he’s quick to pull the hand that had      been burned up to his lips, giving a gentle kiss to the flesh.

     “What a stupid action that was.”

   Even with the pot taken out of his hands, they stayed stiffly in place with tension. One part wanted to whither in pain, but the other half held the reins that made Taffy only quiver from the pain from the burn and another from trying too hard to stay still and complacent. It wasn’t as bad as being used as an ashtray, of course. But through it all, Taffy felt his hand being tugged back and... kissed? It helped, surprisingly. “S-sorry... At least none of it got on your desk.”

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     Silence. Good. It’s what the God had wanted of the seraph; for      him to be quiet and just do as he’s told. And he does do what      was asked, lavender eyes watching the tar colored liquid be      poured into porcelain. A twitch to his lips is made as he steps      over, sliding an arm around Taffy to pull him close.

     “Good boy.”

   Taffy had stumbled in the slightest when pulled, making him jerk the pot upright before any of the coffee could spill freely onto he desk. However in his haste a small amount of the molten liquid sloshed and spilled from the spout, right onto the seraph’s hand. He didn’t move. It burned horribly, but he didn’t dare do anything but stay stock still and bite his lip.

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i’m slow because i was pulling weeds all day

and not the easy kind of weeds, i mean ones that have huge root bulb things and thorns- like Greenbrier

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shittestdevils :

“of course my dear friend” and so said devil would carefully move the seraphs clothing so to get a look at the healing wounds    he knew how he was hesitant to it after all the times he had been taken away by him, and he could not blame him, but had the devil not… who knows if Taffy would still be around…? he dident want that… not at all… “you seem to be healing well, I am glad”

   Satanick was... gentle, but there was no helping the instinctive flinch. But if it had been anyone else, Taffy would have said ‘no’ and turned away almost immediately. Yet this loud, sometimes even obnoxious and nosy devil, the lord of the demons- he was allowed?    The more he thought about it the less sense it made. Only by thinking with the face value though.    Right now, Satanick was being careful, and genuinely had concerns, they joked and jabbed at each other too. He can be friends with the devil himself, but why was it the opposite with Fumus? Taffy had dazed in thought for so long that he nearly missed what Satanick had uttered. “You’re glad...?”

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     “It’d be in your best interest to not worry about me, and      worry about those wings of yours staying attached to      your back.”

     A huff is made from the God, teeth clenching on the cigarette      between his lips. Those lavender eyes of his glance from the      seraph’s face to look at the coffee pot in his hand, eyebrow      twitching just so at how a simple action hasn’t been performed      yet.

     “Are you going to pour that for me or will I have to smash      the pot over your head. Again.”

   The grip on the coffee pot’s handle had tightened at not just one- but two threats rearing their ugly heads. An uncomfortable stillness settled in the room. If Fumus wanted to work, who was he to stop the god? With that thought in mind, Taffy said nothing as trembling hands tipped the coffeepot and slowly filled the mug. Still, he didn’t understand why Fumus wanted to get back to work immediately....

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shittestdevils :

“well I am glad you have been able to heal more, may I have a look anyways? I dont want to have made any of them got pulled from before” he chuckles at the look, a soft smile as he asks to look   it was strange, how easy they could talk, and of this topic too, it was funny when he thought on it

“Have a look...?”    There was evident uncertainty, but this was the very same devil that snatched him away before. He wasn’t fond of the idea, but... “...I suppose, just be careful, that’s all I ask.”

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     An eyebrow twitches when the seraph speaks yet again.      The God was aware of what he was doing, what he needed      to do and that right now was get back to work. Yet the      seraph…hah, he suggests rest. A suggestion? More like      trying to tell the God what to do.

     “Are ya’ tryin’ to push me around?”

   He did it again- Taffy tensed instinctively, fully conscious thanks to the realization of what slipped out. Here he thought the god would be too exhausted. “No!... It’s only that I thought you’d rest so I went ahead and had your sheets washed and your bed made.” Still, no coffee was poured into the awaiting mug.

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     A tired look is on his face, one that said he was worn out from      the recent visit. A child of a God, that’s who Elux was and      Fumus really didn’t want to bother with visiting them. Yet, it      came down to it and the trip was longer than need be but      again, a child was the source of it all.

     “Neh,”

     A questioning noise is made from the God when he spots the      seraph, lavender eyes glancing from the mugs to the pot before      resting on the seraph’s face,

     “About as well as it can go with that one.”

   Taffy took the moment to glance at Fumus but quickly focused on the mug sitting on the desk. He really did seem exhausted... Was it ideal to give him coffee? The seraph hesitated when he brought the coffee pot up and held it carefully in hand with a bunched up hand towel. “I see... Wouldn’t it be better to rest up then?”

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   Today is the day. The trip seemed longer than usual, which was... strange, given who it was that Fumus went to visit. Yet, Taffy said nothing as he fell back into routine- a coffeepot in hand and three spare mugs hooked on a finger. One was neatly set on the corner of the god’s desk, “Welcome back... Did everything go well?”

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ysmygu-cythraul :

Such a smooth tone.  Anten couldn’t forget that voice for anything it was worth, and the normal anger he held when causing hell for others was added to a thousandfold when it came to Taffy.  Yes, Taffy…the one who beheaded him and didn’t realise that his body could still be alive, like a reptile…no, like the Serpent who ate his tail.  Like Ouroboros, Anten was dead and reborn as a strange symbolism all that time ago, he was like a snake constantly eating itself in his own life.

He loved tormenting this angel, picking at him bit by bit and finding what made him tick.  Murderous fury aside, he felt that the Angel had deserved a lot for his death, every speck of Dharma and its retribution…this was wonderful to him.  He felt he could finally be the one to give back the pain and anger that he was given on his death.

“Aaah?  I don’t think you’re gonna see that anytime soon, fluffy.  I mean, its been forever since you killed me, what makes you think you can do it again?”

   By now, Taffy would have caved and silenced the demon, just hearing him babble on was enough to make the tempting thought seem feasible any second. “You’re using time as proof that I’m unable to kill you?...” He murmured lowly, realizing that killing the nuisance wouldn’t yield any answers he needs. “Anten,” Fuck, his skin crawled just saying that name, “You might be alive, but it seems like your wit didn’t come back with you.”

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shittestdevils :

“rude!! I do my work and you know it! but I am glad ta see ya… has Fumy been treaten ya well? uh… as well as he can I mean, and have you been resting yourself or do you need to be kidnaped for that to happen again?” if he gona play that game the devil will play right back, even if he actually will do it if needed

   Taffy shot the lord devil a scrutinizing look, for what exactly- between the confirmation Satanick does work and bringing up his lacking sleep schedule- it’s unclear. But after a long drawn moment of silence, the seraph shakily closed his wings, “Fumus has been preoccupied with work, so thanks to that it’s not so bad... and I’ve been able to rest more. These wounds aren’t fresh, just healing,” He finally admitted. To think he can talk so casually with the devil and yet with the god...

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he acts savage now, but you know it’s gonna hit him hard later when he’s not filled with unmatched animosity

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“Nice to see you too, motherfucker.” 

That stopped Anten’s motion before he tumbled and rose to his feet in the graceful manner of an angry goose.  A goose so mad it flailed around like it was trying to kill random things in the air.

“So, how’s kissing your god’s ass since you killed me?  Kinda sucks I’m back, doesn’t it?”

   Graceful as ever, wasn’t he? Taffy clicked his tongue and took a step back from the flailing demon, the aggravation did well hiding the thousands of questions running through his mind. The one that stood out the most, however, was how is the bastard was still alive? “It’s inconvenient, if anything... But if it means watching the life drain from your eyes, I can tolerate it.”

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[Vap told me to. Hi friend.] This demon was about to go flying right at the Angel. Just with intent to punch him in the schnoz.

“Seeing your face brings unpleasant thoughts… I’m sick of seeing it. Get out of my sight, unless you’re some masochist.”

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“... Someone’s getting ahead of themselves.”

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“wha– oh–” hearing the words of the seraph and taking in the actual look of him the devil is soon off of him and helping him to stand    “sorry– its just been far too long I lost ahold of myself… I missed seein ya” and other things but none of that for now

   He apologized? Indeed he did, but the devil was always strange with him so the observation was dismissed immediately. “Work will keep you busy, but I’m no so sure you know that,” He quipped and muttered his gratitude under a sigh for being helped up. It was a half joke, half jab at Satanick’s habits. Taffy’s own way of humor.