#demonspeaks

[demonkinguwu]

I have an Artfol!!!

Come by and give me a follow hehe

[demonteas]

@chained-by-darkness wanted a starter! / virus!

Coffee first. Coffee first and foremost, really. He had a long day ahead of him, and he was already barely able to keep his eyes open. His shower hadn't helped him at all, and Virus needed to be on his toes at all times. On the outside at least, he didn't appear to be all that tired; keeping that evil filled smirk on his face whenever eyes would land on him.

Nothing out of place. Not even a singular hair.

Walking into the shop, Virus seemed to stand impatiently in line. He continuously checked his watch, trying to keep his schedule on time; of course he could easily just switch things around, but he didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him slip.

At least not this early in the morning.

When he finally made it to the counter, he offered a bright but almost threatening smile to the barista. Clearing his throat, he started his order.

"Good morning. Large macchiato, no flavor, three extra shots please."

[demonteas]

“...I fucking will buy him new socks. Maybe some grey ones...”

[demonteas]

🐰 for both muses why not

sweet like sugar! // both muses !

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

“Everyone has someone! Sometimes even more people can be involved if that’s what the universe says!”

“No.”

[demonteas]

"Fuck life"

fuck! // starters

“Riveting point, I can’t help but agree.” 

[demonteas]

A hand presses against Virus' forehead, pushing him back down on the couch. Cool green eyes survey the damage before meeting his own. "Lay back. I'll patch this up in no time..." The words are off-handed as the basic needle and thread begins to patch up what is possible without seeking an actual doctor.

Virus was in pain, and not the kind he was generally used to. A gash was torn through his abdomen as bright red spilled from it, staining the hands that was trying to sew him back together like some kind of doll. Though, there was barely a groan from him through his gritted teeth as the thread wove in and out of his skin, pulling him back together as he tried to remember what happened. 

He couldn’t remember. Was he stabbed? Maybe. Something like that at least... Other than that, it was a blur. So he just focused his eyes on the needle, watching it go back and forth. 

“Well... At least I’m not gonna die, right?” 

[demonteas]

"Acting like your somebody else gets wee constipated. " (trip to virus)

misheard lyrics // virus !

“Not sure what you mean, really. Sounds like great self advice once you translate it though.” 

[demonteas]

🍼🍰🕊️ bc virus does Not get enough asks honestl

sweet like sugar! // virus ! 

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“I suppose my favorite memory was a vacation to France one year. It was nice to be back home, even though I can’t really remember what home feels like.”

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

“Vanilla.” 

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“I smoke, I tap pens, and I often type out gibberish when I can’t think of how to write a follow up report.”