#iinfamxus

[aandag]

"I hate this place..."

Aandag arched a brow, “It’s not the most comfortable place, is it?”

[aandag-archived]

"Don't touch him"

It wasn’t that Delsin was the last person Aandag expected to show up-- it was more that Aandag hadn’t alerted anyone that he was in danger. Eyes wide he looked up at the conduit and muttered a quiet ‘thank you’.

[aandag-archived]

☕

☕  - Do you prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps neither, or both?

TEA! Coffee has too much caffeine for me-- makes me 5x more obnoxious (at least ;3)

[nxphiliim-blog]

It’s on, Bitch! || @iinfamxus​

Grinning a little to himself, he looped his arms around Delsin’s waist and pulled him against himself, burying his face into the side of his, surprisingly, warm neck. He was in a surprisingly cuddly mood today and it just so happened that Delsin was hanging around. So he took the opportunity for the rarity of cuddles to happen. If it were anyone else, he would have just let the urge die down but it was Delsin and he wanted hugs from him.

[nxphiliim-blog]

It’s on, Bitch! || @iinfamxus​

How Delsin had got himself into Limbo, Dante had no idea. But there was no time for questions, especially when a group of demons decided to gang up on the, seemingly, powerless conduit. Thankfully he had been wandering in the area, otherwise he knew that Delsin would be as good as dead.

Switching Rebellion for Osiris, he dropped down from one of the crumbling buildings onto the broken brick pathway. Driving his angelic scythe through three demons in one go at a speed that sent them flying into the air. As soon as they were taken care of, only one remained. The chainsaw fucker, well that’s what Dante liked to call it anyway.

“C’mon you ugly sack of shit!” He taunted, switching Osiris over to Arbiter with a wide grin spread across his face that now held a few splashes of deep red blood from the previous asshole’s he’d laid to rest. The demon charged forward with all its might, chainsaw held in the air ready to run right through him until it realised that it, instead of Dante, had been impaled.

Removing the slightly heavier weapon from the demon’s dead carcass, the Nephilim sheathed it and let it form back into Rebellion. Turning to face Delsin with a more concerned look spread across his face. “You okay?” He asked, walking over to him before he looked him up and down just for assurance.

[nxphiliim-blog]

It’s on, Bitch! || @iinfamxus​

Damn it.

Damn it all.

He had honestly not expected Delsin to obey him, if anything he expected a punch to be planted in the middle of his face. But this, this was so god damned blissful. The moment he felt the conduit’s lips leave his own, only to be followed with a sweet purr of a question, a faint shiver run through his spine. But instead of actually speaking a reply, he reached a hand around, grasped the back of his head and pulled him back in for another, this time deeper, kiss. His eyes instantly shut and his eyebrows had narrowed with satisfaction.

Damn it all.

[nxphiliim-blog]

It’s on, bitch! || @iinfamxus​

Somehow, whilst still being unconscious, Dante had managed to stand up right. Whoever put him on this shit was going to pay when he woke up. Definitely.

A while after those thoughts passed, the Nephilim woke up and blinked as he heard what now appeared to be Delsin standing...quite close to him...very close. “Plan? What plan?” He swallowed thickly, still in the process of waking up from whatever drug was put into his system.

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☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK

Aandag eyed the drink a little warily, knowing that he and the taller male hadn’t exactly gotten off on the right foot. “Oh... thanks... you didn’t spike it with anything, did you?”