#c:tallyn

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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ for whichever brat or combination of brats strikes your fancy

for each “⭐️” I get, i’ll write a headcanon about our muses

1. Dia is 99.99% certain that if he gets within any distance of Demi or Tallyn, one of the two of them will cut him in half. Its amusing as hell to throw his voice using a gate and watch them get a little irritated, but for the most part if they are together, he stays the hell away from them.

2. He does like them. Unlike most people he immediately took a liking to Tallyn, and Demi grew on him. The fact that he can’t get near Tallyn without Hist’s brand scalding him within an inch of his life is the only problem he has. Tallyn’s discomfort is something he isn’t allowed to cause.

3. Demi is wildly entertaining to him. She doesn’t take his shit, and isn’t afraid to just let him have it. It’s why he pestered her to the extent that he did, going as far as using her as a shield because really, it would be too entertaining to see her just throw him to the ground in the middle of a large group of people.

4. He hasn’t wished them congratulations on finding Demi alive because he is sure that he’s the last person they want to see. Menphina sure. Hist, absolutely. But why the antagonistic voidsent who’s sole mission in life is to see how many people he can piss off or sleep with?

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@usefulscions

He hadn’t expected the aggression, normally quiet one of the two having apparently taken offense at his actions and decided to finally act on his irritation. The thought that he would actually go as far as touching the one that made him so violently ill was something impressive in and of itself. There was a sly smirk on the catte’s face at this sudden change from the man, that was until the words actually made it out of his mouth.

A command, and because of the brand on him one that he could not refuse. But opening a gate this close to the boy, especially while he was touching him, was likely going to only make it hurt worse. So clawed hands would push against the boy, knocking him a good distance away before he bowed, hand going to tightly grip his shoulder as he straightened. Dia’s words were hissed as he stepped back through the voidgate that opened at his back slitted eyes narrowing at the other.

                    ❝ as you wish, master. you will see neither hide nor hair of me. good                         luck with my mistress. ❞