#dirtyshadeofblue

[draculx]

dirtyshadeofblue liked your post “Starter call!!!”

    “Ah, it’s good I ran into you.     Are you too busy to indulge        an old man with a walk?”

[clairdxlune-a]

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dirtyshadeofblue

“--Don’t tell me, you’re that bloody demon hunter’s brother he keeps blathering on about? What do you want?”

[thefallenapprentice]

That rich shade of red of the ribbon? It reminds him of the blood of his enemies, and so it is carefully tied around Modeus's neck, loose enough for him to breathe properly, but tight enough for him to understand its possessive meaning. "Perfection."

With a firm and resolute tug, the silken material closed around his neck. While the possibility of strangulation did flit briefly across his mind, there was unwavering faith that such would not come to pass. If anything, the elder demon was reminded of how he had slipped a collar of his own around the blue devil’s neck not so long ago, however brief the duration. 

A gesture of possession, that much was clear. One of exclusivity and sworn to tenderness and care. 

“That you are, my beloved.” Modeus smiled, brushing a thumb across the other’s cheek, “and I will wear this mark of yours with pride, just as any other.”

[45artwarks]

dirtyshadeofblue replied to your post:"Dante, would you like to join me for tea?"

"Bourbon? Could be easily arranged, should you be the one purchasing it."

Well. That was no fun, "Ugh. You don't have any alcohol, bro? You're no fun."

[banisheddarkknight]

"Merry Christmas, Father. Love you." Vergil gave in to himself, and went to wrap his arms around his dear Daddy, present in hands wrapped and ready to be opened. He pushed it into Sparda's hands, releasing him. A beautifully crafted scarf, soft and purple. "Stay warm."

The devil perked up as he heard Vergil, already having felt him near. Letting out a noise that could only be described as happy, he returned the hug the cambion gave him, sighing in relief.

When a present was pushed into his hands, however, he was surprised. Honestly, the safety of those he cared for was enough of a present for him. But Vergil had brought him something. Carefully, he opened it, so as to not accidentally break what might be inside.

Pulling the scarf free, Sparda sighed softly and smiled, pulling it over his shoulders, “Mmm~ Thank you, Vergil. I love it, but not as much as I love you.” he reached out, pulling the younger down slightly to kiss his forehead.

[blueeyesnotdragon-blog]

Another hunting trip gone bust. He was hungry... he could feel and hear his stomach growling in protest at his lack of prey. And all he could do was watch his target disappear from sight. Fuck..

What was he supposed to eat now? He didn't have any money, no food at home.

Time to wander the street and hope he might find another target, sighing out a puff of steamy breath into the winter chill.

[thefallenapprentice]

"You are all I will ever want for Christmas."

“As you are all I ever desire, dear Vergil.” Hands cupped the other’s neck, thumbs lightly caressing his face as Modeus brought their foreheads together. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

[thefallenapprentice]

dirtyshadeofblue replied to your post “If there was one good thing that came with heavy rainfall, it was the...”

"...Modeus, quick! Get inside, I have towels and the heating is on. I will make us some tea."

Modeus turned on a dime, making a beeline towards the younger devil's voice before what was said was even fully registered. There was haste to Vergil's voice, and that was all that mattered.

"Towels?" she asked once she was within casual speaking distance, "And tea would be lovely, thank you."