#demon-hunter-shadow

[badassbarmaid]

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♟:Patching up a wound

"Honestly, Shadow, what am I going to do with you?" she asked, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. He had been bitten pretty badly in his fight, the wound not being to her as she tried to clean it and patch it up before infection could strike. 

"You're doing a great job so far..." he teased, wincing as she applied more alcohol to the marks. "Damn."

Rolling her eyes, Tifa cast some restorative magic in order to dull the pain enough for her to continue her work. "Sometimes, I wonder if you get yourself hurt on purpose so I can nurse you back to health," she retorted, trying her best not to have her gaze linger on his bare chest anymore than necessary. 

"What can I say, Tifa? You're the best nurse around," he said with a knowing smirk. Tifa could only blush and lightly smack his bruised arm arm, grinning to herself as she cursed under his breath.

"Smartass," the barmaid teased as she finished her handiwork. "There you go, all patched up. Now take it easy for the next couple of days, will you?"

"What, no required bed rest?" Shadow asked, pouting. Tifa leaned over and kissed his cheek, chuckling. "Come on...I'm wounded and may need more help..." He waggled his brows, making her all out laugh now.

"Please. You're just fine." She said, getting on her feet. "But if you promise not to go off into another fight...maybe I'll help you with a bath later."

"Best. Nurse. Ever," he replied, reaching over to grab her waist, his lips kissing her stomach through her shirt. Tifa could only sigh, ruffling his hair. At least he was alright. 

[legendary-dark-knightarchive]

A whole bunch of people started following you!

Dante’s twin pistols lay partially dismantled as he went about carefully cleaning out the weapons. A good friend had crafted these custom guns, and taught him to care for them; they were the first and last of their kind: Ebony and Ivory. The only large pistols that were capable to put up with his brutal trigger happy moments.

It was when the door to Devil May Cry opened, that he looked up, setting down the cloth and gun piece and raising an eyebrow at the visitor. He eventually turned his attention back to the twin pistols "Welcome to Devil May Cry," he started "You got some business?" Dante spoke as if he were staring his visitor straight in the eye, not at his dismantled guns. The demon hunter busied himself with putting the silver gun back together as he smiled "Sorry, you kinda caught me while I was fixing things up a little. What can I do for you?"

[thespacecontractor]

A demon hunter wants to contract with the Red Shoulders

demon-hunter-shadow started following you

Mark looked over the papers while the pink haired Leone sat with him.  "Yes, that's the one."  She said pointing at one paper.  "We really should get you some technology."

"I...  I have issues with touch screens."  He muttered.  "They give me weird feedback."  He mumbled as he set things together.  "So...  Uh...  You, you're here to inspect our services correct?  Or do you want to skip straight to the hiring process?"

[badassbarmaid]

➳♥

Send me a ➳♥ if you want to be my valentine

"--Of course, Shadow!"

[thefallenapprentice]

demon-hunter-shadow replied to your post “¦”

Because cookies aren't good unless they have a little demon blood in them? -shot-

"That sounds quite delicious"

[nixxalba]

demon-hunter-shadow replied to your post:   “Happy Sexual Sunday~” 

"I don’t know who you are…but I’d certainly like to…"

                                              "Well, you're welcomed to get to know me if you'd like~" 

[thefallenapprentice]

demon-hunter-shadow replied to your post: (Modey, I need to sleep, dammit) "Brother is...

Quietly watching his brother fight yours.

Outwardly, he's calm. Inside, he's having a nervous breakdown

[badassbarmaid]

//I know they just had a talk about such things. But I've got to ask what she thinks of her relationship with Shadow.

Shadow is someone that Tifa has come to love and admire. Even though their relationship is unconventional at best, she treasure the time they are able to share together. 

Often, she fears for his safety, knowing that he fights demons and other creatures for a living. But with his brother ever looming, she knows that the world is not safe, even for him. But will she dote on him about it? Never. She respects his strength and struggles with her instincts to give him space. 

She wishes he was around more, so that they could share in more dates or sleepovers with the kids. But separation does make the heart grow fonder, so when he does walk through the door of her home, it fills with such passion and reprieve that it’s almost explosive.