#danceswithdevils

[sworetome-blog]

@danceswithdevils

“... What does that have to do with anything?”

[petit-rabbits-blog]

@danceswithdevils entered the Rabbit House.

“W-welcome.” Chino didn’t forget to be polite but apprehension and confusion was plastered on her face.

Recently, there seemed to be an influx of strange customers to the café. There were the two that looked like they walked out of a 1930s cartoon, now there was action hero character standing at the entrance. Perhaps it was cosplay? Wait, is that a sword on his back?!

[devilglow]

CONT. | @danceswithdevils 

       Perhaps calling this something as serious as a kidnapping was a bit of an exaggeration, something that Nero was pretty much FAMOUS for. On the other hand though, calling it a simple invitation was far from the truth as well. What, whining and yowling until the younger gave up now counted as a suggestion? HIGHLY UNLIKELY. For now, he would stick with his own choice and meaning of words. 

       Gaze of icy blue and impossible gold rolls in its sockets at the comment, allowing a snort of disbelief and disapproval to accompany the action of his eyes.  ‘  Next you’ll be telling me you did all of this because you CARE and WORRY about me.  ’ Is that the beginning of a smirk threatening to settle on the edges of the young halfling’s mouth? Perhaps, but it’s mostly because of the sheer thought of Dante worrying about him that caused this short-lived change of mood in Nero. How cute. 

       A hand that once acted as a resting area for Nero’s cheek now moves to push the sugary treat placed in front of him slightly to the side. He’s still somewhat bitter he had been TORN out of his house during one of his extremely rare off-days ( but he knows his addiction to sugar will overtake him sooner or later. For now, he’s gonna play it stubborn and annoyed. ). ‘  You can’t exactly drag me around every time you just so happen to LEARN I have a day off, you know.  ’ 

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[corruptedpersona]

It was more than crying, it was the kind of desolate sobbing that came from an individual drained of all hope. The two year old sat on the ground, not caring for the rain that soaked his baby clothes. His tears mingled with the rain and his gasping wails echoed the night sky. The pain that flowed from him was as palpable as the frigid wind. He looked up to the watery skies and heaven beyond. 

The baby’s sobbing was the sound of a heart breaking. Hearts don't snap like brittle caramel or burst like an overfilled balloon. A heart broke in the heaving waves of a new disturbing reality that has arrived uninvited. He shook with grief, tears flowing unchecked. He wanted his papa to come and save him. But where was he? The child was lost, alone, and terrified. He had strayed far away from his beloved father, and now he was afraid he would never see him again. 

Kissed by the rain and glistening, the wet ground was cold under his feet. The water rose up and soaked through his tiny socks and between his toes. The birds busied themselves around him, not caring that he was there, all they wanted was the worms that have come up for air. The baby had crawled so far he had no idea where he was. 

Or what kind of predator that was lurking these streets. 

A big, red neon sign caught his eyes through the darkness. He crawled desperately to the only source of light, tears in his eyes. He would wait there and wait for his papa to find him. He continued to cry, hoping to find someone. Anyone. 

Being alone was the scariest of all. 

@danceswithdevils

[pillcger0ftwilight-blog]

              There was always something interesting to note in the real world cognition. Amid all the individuals that exist, the world will turn about on it’s own. This was a truth Arsene understood, the gentledemon smirking as he stood at Central Street. The rush of humans moving to and fro, running about for their livelihood.

But something was amiss, the issues with Mementos has been bringing more and more pieces into the fold. The risks were rising up to potentially threaten his other self’s life. This could not be allowed to happen: Arsene swore to protect this one soul.

              Crimson garments were what drew the demon, his disguise flickered the thief stepped into this victim’s personal perceived world with a smile on his lips. He seems like a kindred soul, one that dislikes the rules and rebels against their foe... What a delight.

              “A fine day this is, monsieur. There is no need for alarm, you aren’t my target. But, you can easily explain your reason for being here. It would be worth your time after all.”

@danceswithdevils​