#demon1a

[bl4sphemy-archived]

     ❛❛   What would I do without you?   ❜❜     @demon1a 🖤

[bl4sphemy-archived]

let me make it up to you .

𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 . . .

              It's very rare that anything really gets under Samael's skin     ——    he's usually pretty damn good at regulating his emotions, it's come with years of therapy and hard work... It's hard to piss Samael off. So, as he stands at the mess of his guitar, the one he's had since before his fame, his eye twitches. It was a gift from his aunt, to celebrate his joining her band, and he can still remember how happy he was to accept it. How it had been the first real gift anyone had ever given him... And now, it's broken into pieces at his feet. Samael feels hot rage bubble up inside him, his hands trembling as they curl into fists at his sides. 

              It doesn't help that his aunt is gone, too. Died not too long ago in a hospital, Samael at her side from a canceled tour with her old, withered hand in his as he wept for her... There's no way he can replace the guitar.

              He takes a deep breath through his nose, trying his best to calm himself down. There's a stinging in his eyes as tears begin to prickle his vision, and he has to look away from the mess before he bursts into tears. Summer's words make him sigh, and he grits his teeth as he rubs over his eyes, scrubbing the moisture away. He shakes his head, turning away from both Summer and the guitar.     ❛❛   I need some space.   ❜❜     Comes his clipped reply, murmured out, lacking the amused inflection he usually pours into his responses. 

              He's not mad at Summer... Frustrated, yes, but he's moreover mourning the loss of one of the only physical things he actually gives a shit about... Summer doesn't know the semblance behind the instrument. He probably thinks it's just something Samael can easily replace... Samael knows it's not right to take his feelings out on Summer     ——    no one deserves to be yelled at the way Samael did when he was a child     ——     so, he wordlessly heads to his room, and the second he shuts the door, he's sliding down it and crying into his hands.

[freezeher]

was that your first time?

𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑪𝒀 .

she'd forgotten that such bliss could exist after encounters like these , what it felt like to hold & to be held in a tangled mess of limbs & sheets ; forgotten that she could open herself up to another this way & feel the love passing through every nerve in her body rather than fucking to feel anything at all . ethel can't bring herself to care about what summer is when she's become so enamored with who he is when all the men she's been in bed with before are more monstrous & demonic than summer could ever be ; in fact , for all the demons that have shadowed her all her life , this is one she can see herself happily living with . some , she fears , will never leave her .

his question drops a rock into the pit of her stomach . ethel is quick to drop her gaze -- almost as though she fears he's able to peek into gnarled forest of memories which make up the green in her eyes -- & lands on claw - like hands that hadn't drawn blood , rather cherished . ❛ mm - mm . ❜ she mumbles as she fiddles with sharpened digits , finds his eyes again once she's able . ❛ i wish it was , though . ❜ comes her quiet confession , tied together with a sheepish smile . her hand moves to brush away long locks from summer's face -- a thing of beauty from the pits of hell -- finds herself unable to keep from carding through it as she tentatively asks , ❛ . . . what about you ? ❜

[gnawd]

it really fucking itches. wasn't bad at first , not really. the longer strands cut across at the beginning simply to remove the length didn't stick like this. but you wanted to do a good job. when's the last time you did something like this ? not for yourself , but someone else. maybe aaron once. maybe you warned him that your hands could bequeath his head with the worst fuck up not even a bowl could save , but that didn't mean you wanted it to be true. he wouldn't know , but you would try. bathroom scissors clutched between your fingers , sharp and layering. memory searching for video after video technique burned into retinas only in his absence or unconscious.

@demon1a / summer : well , how do i look ?

❛      i'm never doing this shit ever again.      ❜ tone doesn't match sharp sheared words and despite the itch , another cursory run of your hands through your final product is necessary. his shorter , lighter layers soft under the touch. almost makes it worth it. almost. but it softens him, you think. suits him. you tried to layer the front too, with varying success. but it's done. you can finally wash off this fucking hair that won't get off. ❛      go look at yourself. i'm getting in the shower and getting all your hair off me.      ❜ later , you'll be the one to ask if he likes it. when the hour wavers between early and late , and no one's looking too closely at you with the lights off.

[freezeher-moved]

“aw, are you blushing?”

𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .

snide remark from the demon sends ethel's eyes rolling the other direction , absentmindedly traces the faded , raised slashes across her arms -- a nervous habit . unfortunately , she is , indeed , blushing up a storm ; an easy task despite her lack of virtue . & yes , she hates it . ❛ well , why wouldn't i after you've said a thing like that ? ❜ some dumb joke about kissing her has achieved its goal of flustering its target . ethel shakes her head , unable to swallow small chime of laughter . ❛ it would have my daddy rollin' in his grave , though . i'm sure just my bein' associated with you has 'im throwin' a fit six feet under . ❜

[bl4sphemy-archived]

     ❛❛   You look really good tonight, sweetheart...   ❜❜     @demon1a !

[bl4sphemy-archived]

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 . . .

       ❛❛   Mmm, no, I don't think you're jealous...   ❜❜     The musician begins, a look of contemplative neutrality on his features as he examines the chipped black polish coating his nails. He just had them done, yet already, he's fucked them up slightly... Oh well. He glances up at Summer, full lips forming a cheeky smirk.     ❛❛   I know you're jealous.   ❜❜     He adds, eyes flickering to the somewhat famous man who tried (and failed) to get into Samael's pants, the poor guy sitting at the bar with a metaphorical rain cloud over his head, mopily nursing a glass of whiskey.

       Before Summer, Samael would have probably would have taken the man up on his heated offer to spend some time together, but Samael's loyal, contrary to what the tabloids may claim. To the public eye, he doesn't have a lot of morals. He can thank his music for that... And the numerous mistakes of his youth. Samael's attention is back on Summer, and Samael's smirk softens as he reaches out, his finger hooking in one of Summer's belt loops to draw him closer.     ❛❛   But you don't have to be, you know...   ❜❜     You're the only one I want. 

[l4bour]

plotted starter : @demon1a , featuring : crystal beckett

she's back from a hunt , sneaking into the cabin as silently as possible . jacob should be asleep by now , moon and stars barely casting enough light for her to leave a shadow behind . the door creaks as she enters , break in the atmosphere enough to allow the sound of children's shows to seep outwards . she's got blood on her hands , face , and a bite on her shoulder that will surely leave a new scar behind . it's no matgter , though . she's used to it by now . long black hair is spotted , and crystal does her best to be quiet as she shuts the door behind her . she's quick to the kitchen , running water over a rag before she even dares announce herself . " everythin' okay since i've been gone ? -- hope it wasn't too much trouble askin' y't'watch him for me . "