#dark!solus

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♦ dark!Solus

♦: Slow dancing

She had been more than happy to follow him onto the dance floor under a challenge, but when the music had suddenly change to slow down, she’d tried to backpedal back off the dance floor. Before she could, he’d caught her and pulled her close, a strange look in his eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was a continuation of the challenge, or just how tipsy they were, but it set butterflies off in her stomach in a way he could not normally manage.

At his insistence, she had put her hands on him awkwardly, realizing with a blush that this was something she’d never done before, dancing so close with someone. She glanced around at what the other dancers were doing, then looked back at him and tried to copy it, “L-like this?” She asked, cursing herself for feeling so very flustered by this.

“No. More like this.” He managed to look fully confident as he slid a hand down to her low back, putting a little pressure there till they were nearly flush with each other, their faces close enough that he could study the fine details of her eyes. His own heart was beating fast at his own daring, and he was loving it. “Follow my lead.” He murmured, reminding himself that he was supposed to be dancing, not staring, even as her breath ghosting across his skin drove him to madness.

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“Hope is a mistake, you know?” (dark!Solus)

“You’re wrong.” She shook her head, because he was more wrong than he’d ever know, “When you give up hope, that’s when you give up everything. No point in even trying to live, after that. I’ve not given up hope yet.” She paused, then added with an awkward expression, “I hope you don’t, either.”

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"Always with this ridiculous obsession with love!" -dark!Solus

She forgot the pot of chocolate she’d been diligently stirring, to make valentines day chocolates for her closest friends. It’d been her yearly thing since coming to the castle, something that made her remember what it’d felt like to be Cupid. She’d just gotten through explaining to him what she was doing - and why - since this was the first time he’d busted in while she was making them.

She’d probably looked rather happy for a change, when talking to him about her old holiday, but at that outburst her expression faded, darkening to the more usual unhappy look she tended to carry in front of him. This time her expression was tinged with sadness, too. Quickly, she started stirring again, not wanting the chocolate to burn, and not wanting to have to look at him.

"What do you know?" She murmured, turning off the heat and grabbing a mold, "Maybe if you could experience it you’d understand, but you wouldn’t know love if it punched you in the face." She winced at herself, knowing the words were mean in return, but she couldn’t keep herself from jabbing back at him. "Have you ever even loved anyone?”

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"Honey? Where are my paaaaaaaants?" -WILD CARD, YOUR CHOICE

She snorted into her drink, nearly ending up with whatever he’d ordered her right up her nose. That was the last thing she’d ever expected him to ask her, especially in public. “S-Solus, no.” She sat the drink down to try to capture his hands, which were now very emphatically trying to tug at her pants. “You don’t wear pants. Can’t. Tail. Remember?” She giggled and wiggled away from him, her face bright red as she notice how flared his tail was. 

"Cani have yers, then?" He wheedled, reaching for her belt.

"W-wait, not here. Oh, moon!” She reached into his pouch for money, guessing at the amount and tossing it onto the bar with an apologetic expression, resuming her attempts to keep him from undressing her right now. She somehow managed to make a portal, and escaped through with him, to somewhere safer.

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❝ I thought the punishment usually came after the crime. ❞ -dark!solus

"Yes, well…" She tilted her head, conflicted as she tried to come up with a good story, "I could tell, you know, that you were going to commit a crime.” That’s a good one, right? 

She leaned forward, trying to look just a little threatening, “So criminals get punished, especially if they don’t talk.” She bit her lip and backed away, staying just out of his reach, “But, if you confess your plans, you might get rewarded, instead. What would you prefer?”

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"He had a violent, uncontrolled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good-looking." -to be said of dark!Solus, probably

Annamore raised an eyebrow at the vampire whispering to the young, newly turned vampire that shared the same name as her late husband - it was one of Sula's adopted brood, although, to her surprise, she found her no longer young. "Hey, he wasn't all violent and bad tempered. Didn't he used to babysit for you?" The guardian countered, good naturedly, before waving for Solus to follow her away, "Besides, isn't it bad luck to speak ill of the dead? Or is that not a vampire thing? Can never keep that straight."

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"I came to reclaim something of mine." -dark!Solus

Annie tilted her head, her eyes narrowing just slightly as she tried to gauge how serious he was. He often played, if that was the word, at trying to get his old portal key back to initiate other things instead, but his voice lacked the usual sarcastic tone.

She placed her hands on the desk and shook her head, suddenly filled with odd, nervous worry, "No. You'll only get hurt. Besides, it's mine now." Her words were harsh, but she couldn't keep the worry - and the slight hurt that went with it - entirely off of her expression.

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"If I get on my knees and pray, will you absolve me?" -dark!Solus

“W-what?" She took a step back in confusion, then realized he was playing, "Hmmm." She hummed while composing herself, so she could play along, "I guess that depends on what you're praying for?"