#ft. isaiah

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i'm living!!!!

[whatroughbeast-blog1]

[AU] - university

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If he didn’t recognize him from his face, Satan would’ve picked Isaiah out just by the drunk wobble to the younger boy’s walk as Isaiah unsteadily extracted himself from the sweaty crush of bodies pouring out of the doors. Post-exam house parties were known to get wild, and getting one far enough off campus not to have the police crawling up their ass just looking for freshmen to card meant no one was holding back. And Isaiah...

Satan sniggered to himself around the filter of his menthol, well, Isaiah with a few drinks in him always looked like he had only ever needed the first one to look as red faced and bug-eyed as he inevitably ended up. Five beers in, Isaiah wasn’t nearly the same annoyance he’d been when Satan had first found him on their couch, oogling Satan’s roommate. “Hey, dude!” Satan cupped a hand around his mouth, the sharp bark of his voice far louder than necessary and sending Isaiah’s head jerking around on his neck like he’d turned a spotlight on the kid -- shit, Satan’d drunk more than enough himself, this was better entertainment than the near-fight that’d sent him outside to begin with, angrily sucking down cigarette after cigarette until he didn’t notice the burn at the back of his throat. 

“You lost or what, man?” Satan canted his head to the side, grin booze-loosened and half formed, eyebrows raised at the younger man, “Get over here. You goin’ wild tonight or what?”

[whatroughbeast-blog1]

RED AND PINK

—red; what my muse dislikes/hates about yours.

Satan’s first reaction to Isaiah wasvery far from liking; he sticks to his roots when it comes to what aspects ofthis twitchy little human grate on his patience. Isaiah’s got a very backwardsapproach to respect, while he has plenty of it when it comes to Satan’s rep andability to turn him into a pile of bloody viscera if he happened to be in themood, that respect opens the door to a lot of other.. less desirable featuresof his personality. Too much familiarity, for one, the boldness to turn up onSatan’s door or drop the crude comments Isaiah does in person or over emailwith little care to whether they’re welcome or not. That might speak to Isaiah’sloose hold on his self preservation, but that’s not an excuse in Satan’s eyes,he’s never had much respect for those careless about their lives. Isaiah isgreat at being annoying, with hisbadgering and constant questions, those big eyes begging for attention at alltimes. If one might say he’s grown on Satan, he’s done so like a fungus: not entirelywelcome and very difficult to get rid of.

—pink; what my muse likes/loves about yours

But on the other side of the coin,there is that respect that first enabled Isaiah to get closer to Satan in thefirst place. It’s not a secret that the ex-Devil is very warm to prospects offlattery and Isaiah is full ofblurted little observations of reputation and strength and when the majority ofSatan’s base of worship has moved to another figurehead, even this kind ofmortal attention can be tolerated. Isaiah’s genuinely interested in knowing thedivine history and not basing his knowledge from vastly underinformed humanresources. There’s even something entertaining in Isaiah’s, and let’s behonest, blatant thirst. Teasing a reaction out of him, be it fear-born orsomething else, takes little to no effort at all. There’s so many delightfully diverselevels to mess with this kid on, and Satan’s never been the type of demon to be caught without toys. He just hasn’t happened to break this one yet.