#demondrank

[aracniss]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. @demondrank asked : “You keep drinking like you’re trying to forget something. Or someone.”

maybe  he  is.  maybe  he’s  just  here  to  drown  himself.  he  isn’t  sure.

booze  tastes  sweeter  the  deeper  you  drink.  arackniss  watches  the  block  of  ice  cloud  his  amaretto  -  not  the  first  nor  the  last  of  the  night  -  before  taking  a  drink,  savoring  it  like  his  last  supper.  the  velvety  sweetness  lingers  long  after  he  swallows,  giving  him  time  to  massage  his  eyes  between  long  pulls,  and  it’s  between  those  drinks  that  the  hazy  pulse  of  intoxication  finally  seems  to  sink  in.

he’s  alone.  he’s  drunk.  he’s  tired.  finding  a  decent  bridge  to  jump  off  of  is  on  his  short  list  of  things  to  do  tonight  -  or  would  be,  if  this  damn  cat  wouldn’t  stop  chattering.  arackniss  can’t  decide  if  it’s  charming  or  infuriating,  and  neither  can  his  expression,  betraying  him  thoroughly  in  the  backhanded  glances  he’s  giving  out. ❝  long  day,  ❞  he  finally  rasps,  and  gestures  for  a  top-off. whether  he’s  granted  one  or  not,  arackniss  sips  away.  like  gauze  in  a  wound,  it  tampers  down  everything  bubbling  to  the  surface.  like  a  knife  in  the  gut,  it  turns  his  stomach  over.  reluctantly,  he  pinches  a  few  of  the  nuts  on  the  bar,  popping  them  like  aspirin  to  appease  his  inner  workings. ❝  …  you  ever  wish  you  could  fire  your  boss?  ❞

[he11bambi]

                  THERE   WAS   A   MESS   OF   BODIES   THAT   LITTERED   THE   GROUND.   Body   parts   were   scattered   like   macabre   confetti,   pools   of   blood   smeared   by   footprints   and…   a   set   of   hooves.   It   was   a   beautiful   picture   of   brutal   carnage,   and   the   artist   stood   in   the   middle   of   it.   

                  IT   WAS   A   TALL   BEAST   WITH   A   SKELETAL   FRAME   WRAPPED   in   red   matted   fur.   A   tall   beast   with   sharp   and   twisted   antlers   with   peeled   velvet   that   swung   at   every   head   movement.   A   clawed   hand   held   an   arm,   brought   it   to   its   nose   to   sniff,   and   a   maw   of   razor   teeth   bit   into   it.   A   dreadfully   wonderful   creature.   It   was   a   rotted   deer   of   death.   

                  HOT   RED   EYES   GLANCED   AT   THE   SINNER   THAT   APPROACHED   HIS   mayhem.   He   dropped   the   limb   to   which   it   landed   with   a   wet   thud,   “   Husk—er.   ”   the   voice   was   deep,   distant,   and   layered   in   static;   the   voice   shook,   wobbled   like   a   warped   record.

                        @demondrank requested a starter!

[onhigh]

@demondrank dropped a line ~ | | | | { meme } A drunken kiss that neither of them can stop thinking about.

it'd gotten rather late in the night , and the party – like atmosphere in the hotel bar is finally starting to wind down . but angel can't stand still — if he isn't on the move , he struggles to stay upright . cherri takes it as a sign to get him to make his rounds and say his good nights so she could get him to his room and into bed .

husk is no longer behind the bar by this point ; in fact , he too seemed to have been drinking , talking with another patron in an uncharacteristically animated way . angel damn near b lines to him from behind , snaking his lower arms around his waist and resting his chin at his shoulder once he's close enough . “ 'm headin' upstairs , cherri said i gots' t' go . . . ”

when he turns his head , he finds husker's snout mere centimeters away from his own . and , with a cheeky little grin on his face , he jokingly asks , “ oh shit , are we about t' kiss right now ~? ”

“ i don't know , are we ? ”

pink burns through the white peach fuzz coating his face , and angel pauses . maybe . . . maybe his question wasn't as much of a joke as he'd originally thought . “ i mean , i won't stop ya . . ~ ”

no more words are shared between them . instead , their lips lock , almost hungry for each other . angel's upper hands find their way to husker's neck and jawline , fingers gently tangling into husk's fur .

even when they break apart , angel's got a look in his eyes and a content smile curling on his lips . it feels easy , doing this , as if this is just something they do on a day to day basis . like nothing had changed at all just now .

overhearing cherri calling for him is the only reason he pries himself out of husker's proximity , although his hands are the last to let go .

“ g'night , whiskers ~ ” he's shuffling away at first , dying to stay just a little while longer , but cherri's found him by now and is wrapping one of her arms around his waist to keep him steady . “ seeya t'morrow ~ ”

[hclluvahctel-aa]

LOCAL SPIDER IS CLUELESS, relaxing in the lobby on the couch

[onhigh]

@demondrank dropped a line ~ [TXT] : okay wait no don't answer that.

angel had already been planning exactly how he'd answer the previous text . in fact , he'd thought about it so hard , that he's actually reading , re – reading , re – re – reading what he'd typed , and was in the middle of reading it back for a fourth time , when husk adds on that he doesn't even want the answer .

well , there goes all that .

[ ➥husk ] ok fine then i wont [ ➥husk ] but jus so ya kno, you dont gotta worry about it. k?

[envoye]

〔 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 ➝ @demondrank ft. husk / meme (not accepting)

🎁

      ❝  so, i met you in the hotel, dim little lobby,  ❞    he pauses, deepens his grin.  canary teeth barbed and prodding, wrist shifting to swirl the whiskey in his glass.    ❝  extravagant start to the story, isn’t it?  sounds so hopefully romantic.  ❞   he hums a content noise, a cordial invitation to argue.

[spidersins]

mistletoe // accidental!

send me ‘ mistletoe ’ for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse. specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose. ( no longer accepting! )

he hadn't planned it. he really hadn't. after all, it had been charlie who'd insisted on the decore for the hotel, it had been lucifer who had encouraged it. sure, angel had suggested mistletoe to appeal to the romantic in charlie and it had worked, but he was hoping to cause chaos with it. maybe manage to manipulate alastor and lucifer under a spring of the plant or let vaggie and charlie be sappy and sentimental.

but maybe this was a little bonus too.

❛ well, ain't this just your lucky day ❜ he purred, voice warm as he leaned in, close enough that the space between them hummed, all teasing bravado softening into something unguarded, eyes flicking up once more to the mistletoe above them before settling on husk’s with a crooked, fond smile. ❛ i mean, it is tradition...❜

but he didn’t close the distance. instead, he lingered there in the hush between breaths, pulse loud in his head, every instinct screaming not to rush this. they’d come too far for that. too many late nights, too many shared silences and almost smiles, for him to go and fuck it all up with a kiss that wasn’t wanted.

[radiokast1]

continued from here with @demondrank for tracking purposes.

What a pretty show, he wanted the illusion of still being free, it seemed. One day, he would break that out of him. "Don't I?" He asked, head tilting to the side. "Seemed like you forgot who you were dealing with." His teeth pulled up in a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

For good measure, once he's back on the ground, Alastor tugged on the green chain that connected him, pulling him closer despite his want for space. "If you stopped forgetting, I wouldn't have to keep reminding you. Dear Niffty doesn't keep reminding me, be more like her."