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[times-immora]

-> @counttwo-4 // Asked

What had met Davoth when he was even able to set eyes on the familiar Welsh mortal was a look of pure, unadulterated fear.

Richard's appearance had changed since their last meeting. His skin was pale, covered in inhuman gashes and wounds and burns that could only be described as having been caused by a demon, with his hair dirtied and darkened from dirt and soot and oils and ash yet having white roots and strands visible from sheer stress, his eyes as wide as could be in a never-ending thousand-yard stare, bloodshot and filled with horror.

Shakily, after a moment of silence, he spoke with a tremble.

" You won't hurt me, will you? Not like him? "

The Welshman looked like he had been keelhauled though Hell. 

Davoth could see it in the others body, his very screaming emotions that roiled the air like heat from a fire without even having to try and look. Slowly the monstrous dragonoid’s neck lowered to bring gaze level with Wesley, many segments of jaw working themselves over unspoken words as reptilian eyes digested the state his... particular adopted mortal was in.

‘Pain is not meant for you from my hands.’ He stated. There was ire in the Dark Lord’s breath, repeated behind bulk by a murmur or two from lingering Manticorae. Who had meddled with the man in which the demon invested his time and effort in? A fool. Reaching out a secondary limb towards the cowering mortal spindly talons were light in their grip. Turning him to get a better visual of the wounds rent across form, tails twined together to lash as one mass of masked anger. ‘Who hurt you?’

[aufhcker]

“I missed you.” // @counttwo-4 HELLO!!!

Question Prompts II Accepting

                The streets of Hildesheim were relatively quiet. Most of the soldiers were distributed elsewhere, their putrid aromas clogging up the Southern area. What a fine thing it would be to eradicate them completely, but there was great success in a methodical attack; one-by-one, their time would come. They were lucky. For now, the beast was tame. His focus was taken by somebody else entirely tonight; a gentle soul that he recognised well. It was easy to latch onto and follow, watching as its owner walked through the main square. There was nobody here. But his steps slowed to an eventual stop -- alerted to something -- and the affectionate words were spoken to the darkness. And it responded by reaching out towards him, wisps of black smoke enveloping his torso slowly until it became a snug fit against his form. Tendrils circled down his forearms before travelling towards his hands, sliding down each palm before nestling between his fingers -- their shape immediately solidifying into a pair of claws that held delicately. 

                “Wes, mein Lieber...” he drawled out, a claw lifting one hand up to be kissed. His human form was used, the familiar features now able to offer Wes a warm smile. As the black smoke retreated back into his body, he wrapped his arms around the man’s waist to draw them closer together. It was a risk -- scandalous in such a public place -- but there was no other scent for miles. He was too overjoyed about finally being able to hold Wes again to care. “I missed you, too.” Leaving Hildesheim for a few months to eliminate soldiers further afield, it was exhausting. His efforts were worth it, however; there were less heinous souls terrorising innocent humans. But he looked forward to returning home where Wes remained. A place of comfort, where his true self was accepted and loved. 

               “Let us get inside, hm?” back to their usual haunt, where it was warmer and more private. At least, the space above it was. “And you can tell me what I missed,” he leaned forward to place a kiss against Wes’ cheek, before they began making their way towards the tavern. 

[aufhcker]

‘Come dance with me.’ //@counttwo-4 WESLEYS BACK BABY!!!!!!

100 Sentence Prompts II Accepting

"Of course, liebling." There was no resistance as Wes attempted to pull him to his feet, following him over to an empty space in the room. It was not the best place for dancing, but no matter; it was all about spending time with the man he loved. Upon hearing the familiar music playing softly in the background, Apsel felt a sense of nostalgia. He would take every opportunity he could to visit numerous dance halls, engaging in the joyful past-time with people he had met throughout the decades. It was the only time he could fully relax and be himself, even if his appearance was different every time. Nobody knew what he was, too focused on the steps; it was freeing. Dancing was the one activity that never failed to bring people together, and tonight, he was going to keep his human close. Another cherished memory.

"Here," he spoke softly as he placed one of Wes' hands upon his shoulder whilst his own rested on the man's waist, their free ones kept together. "Follow me, okay?" Despite the limited room, the creature managed to guide them effortlessly; it was a slow dance, taking them in deliberate circles and using a minimal amount of steps. But it was perfect. It was all he could ask for; any opportunity to hold Wes was taken without hesitation. Humans had short lifespans already, but there was a risk of no tomorrow with Wes' role in the war. For Apsel, the thought of losing the other any day was incentive enough for him to pull the man closer, placing a gentle kiss against the top of his head as they swayed. He always smelled wonderful. "Du bist liebte," he spoke against Wes' hair, lightly squeezing his waist. "Immer."