#daevile

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𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶        :        daemon   targaryen     ╱     @daevile . 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴       +        𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽       :     first   day   of   the   feast,        the   beach.

“    you   should   have   worn   the   red    —    the   gold   doesn’t   suit   you   as   well,    despite   what   mother   has   always   told   you.       ”       playful   grin   adorned   the   princess’s   lips   at   her   twin’s   approaching   footsteps.    even   as   she   lay   with   her   back   pressed   against   the   sand   and   eyes   shut,    lysaera   could   tell   daemon   apart   from   anyone   else,    in   every   last   corner   of   the   world.        “       could   that   be   the   reason   you’ve   finished   entertaining   your   …    companions   already,    and   finally   have   a   moment   for   me    ?    come.    lay   with   me,    listen   to   the   waves.       ”       eyes   slowly   opened,    the   whites   of   them   more   of   a   burning   red   as   tears   stained   her   cheeks.           “     please    ?       ”       the   only   person   she   would   ever   utter   a   word   of   such   vulnerability   to,    the   only   person   who   could   have   read   her   without   a   single   word   at   all.   

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“I actually really think your hair is neat, and it’d really look cute and badass all braided up with dead flowers and seed pods in it.”

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daevile:

“That’s a given, Snarky.” Daemion muttered in a low,  guttural tone. He could have passed for a very large but otherwise homeless man upon first glance, especially with the rim of his floppy, scarecrow-esque hat pulled down as low as it was. He stomped his way up to the counter with the preserved rodent in tow and sat it down in front of the shopkeeper before leaning forward on his elbows with his talon-tipped digits laced together within his blood-stained finger-less gloves.

The demon flared his nostrils when he came in closer, inhaling then huffing out her scent the way a curious, predatory animal might. She appeared human but he had a sneaking suspicion, given the nature of her store, that there was more to her story. He pulled the hat from his long, white locks and peered searchingly into her face. “Do you have a moment for introductions, maybe? I’m Dae.”

She could tell pretty easily that something wasn’t quite human about him, either. That was even more blatant, once the hat was removed. Granted, she was getting a little more used to people who weren’t what she was accustomed to, but it still threw her for a loop.

“Noel,” she replied. Not like there were any other customers to help, at the moment. A quirky shop like that didn’t accumulate lines. “Charmed, I’m sure.” The girl straightened, “I’m gonna guess you aren’t from around here. Mind if I ask where you come from, ‘n why you’re in a dumpy city like this?”