#badomenangel

[thefadedprince]

that’s dirty

"You don’t have to be shy." Aetius smiled at Erin

[chainsmoking-jelly]

Visit from Erin

He should have cleaned hours ago. Erin was coming over very soon and there was dust all over everything. Armed with dust rags and a can of spray Rodney very quickly started scrubbing down the furniture after beating out the pillows and couch cushions on the fire escape.

He hadn't really been around lately, there was a bit of a situation that had needed his attention and it lead to his apartment being in such a state of disarray. It smelled musty and like that cheap cologne he wore, Rodney sprayed a bit in the air to make up for a lack of air freshener. Hopefully, Erin wouldn't notice.

[thebestkindofdisease]

badomenangel

Well that seemed fair enough. No reason to keep him in the dark, after all. And he’d been willing to tell him from the start anyway, he could feel the similar energy in him after all. Giving a slight bow since the gun was still trained at him, he smiled sweetly at the other. “My name is Erin Byrd, and I’m half angel.” He had no intention of talking about the other half. It wasn’t relevent here. “Your turn~”

"Erin, I'll keep that in mind. I'm Dante, and I'm...mostly demon, the rest of me angel...I guess" Looking Erin up and down slowly, he sneered and grinned sadistically. "I knew I recognised something about you..." he muttered to himself. He then began to put pressure on his shoulder with the gun barrel, edging him backwards so Dante wasn't pinned against the railing. "So what now, now that you know your answers. Is this the part where you fuck off?"

[thebestkindofdisease]

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Sitting alone on the bridge over looking the river, Dante watched the smoke escape his lips and disappear in swirls in the wind. He had been in a bar fight, and some lucky bastard had managed to glass him in the shoulder so he had removed his coat to let it heal. Too lost in his own world, sat on his railing perch, he didn't notice or hear a stranger approach. Suddenly, the cold touch of slender fingers running along his shoulder blade scar made him jolt and reach for his gun. His cigarette disappeared into the water below as the barrel was pressed against the strangers shoulder. "Back the fuck off, unless you want your own fucking scars..." He snarled deeply, barely moving to look towards the unfamiliar aura.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"You stink of death suddenly."

"Yeah? Well you stink of fuckin’ everything! Not even good, either…"