#infernaleprince

[faustian-bargain]

@infernaleprince | dance

The demon looked at the doctor, having him close to him as he was humming a waltz in a smooth voice even as his smirk could be seen when Faust famously annoyed look met his. Oh adorable. « You were working too much for a while my dear ~ you should move from time to time ~ » he spoken as he make spin the doctor before pull him close to him again, it was quite amusing to saw the man follow his steps for someone who is annoyed. And surprisingly , the demon and his bird like feet moving with quite the grace and carefulness as the demon looked at Faust attentively, the hint of mischievousness in his glare as he chuckled a little. « Come on, don’t you tell me you don’t like to dance ? Especially when we dance this lovely together ~ » his hand get a better hold of Faust back as his eyes glimmer with something. « or else you would have pull away and continued your reading isn’t ? » then he stayed silent for a moment « perhaps i have a way to stop frowning like that dear doctor ~ » and then he dipped The man in his arms, he make sure that Faust wouldn’t fall before taking his cheek and placed a kiss on the man lips, a warm and lingering kiss as Mephistopheles couldn’t resist to appreciate the softness of that man lips. After a moment he pulled away his breathing hot in Faust cheek as his grinned more. « then does this dance is worthy more ?~ »

Indeed, Faust followed the demon's dance moves enough not to trip. He even spun as Mephistopheles wanted. That didn't stop him from idly glaring at the walls, however. Working too much. You should move from time to time. As if the doctor himself didn't know that a man had to stretch and take breaks and exorcise.

"I enjoy dancing when I've decided to, Mephi," he tried to correct, knowing full well the demon wouldn't listen nor care.

He would have added that he knew full well it wasn't worth trying to stop Mephistopheles's antics, but the demon's next comment distracted him. Before he could ask, Faust felt himself leaning back. His hands grabbed the demon's shoulders in panic.

Then a hand held his cheek, and he felt the demon's firm, warm lips against his own. His eyes widened as his heart quickened. Gentle. Lovely. Private and warm. And, though Mephistopheles was a demon, it felt romantic. It was as if, in that moment, Hell's ambassador could have feelings for him.

That dazed look in Faust's eyes stayed as the demon pulled away. His hot breath against his skin was so tantalizing, tempting. A small shiver crawled up his spine. It felt so close. Like they were close. Like they were in love.

One hand reached up to brush through the demon's raven hair.

Faust's eyes slid to partially open again, a mix of mild annoyance and tiredness. "You can be rather cruel in your taunting, Mephi," he answered casually. "But I'm not fool enough to try and tell you to stop."

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@infernaleprince | prev

The demon was laying on the sofa playing with some of his dark lock while humming a tune, acting as if he doesn’t see Faust staring at him across the room, staring at his body…how humans were so amusing thinking they were subtle with their inner thoughts and actions. Adorable he would said. he began to stretch in a almost feline ways, his eyes meeting those of his "master"as a languorous smile adored his lips, a little sneer we could say. « Oh Thank you for the compliment Faustus ~ » he began as he get up slowly and walked towards the man in a quiet charming walk before sitting on the desk where Faust was before leaning a bit towards him, his voice getting lower. « And so curiousyou are. » Then he shifted to sit now completely facing him, more close now, as his owl legs were crossed, the touch of inhumanity inside the demon like his eyes , mesmerizing and unsettling…if he wanted to approach more his true form it, this feeling would grow even more. for a moment Mephistopheles stayed quiet, before answering Faust by gently caressing his neck before caressing his chest, slowly « And i look like this to please you, my dear ~ after all I know deep inside a sort of likening for my appearance, i could even present myself as woman when i first met you. » he chuckled, after all it was an information that Faust could know, as his showed his legs better. « And you are correct. The form would depend of the ranks of the demons, for example if they got hooves or not…and how they fell. » he paused. « they would limp from it. » and then he added « of course the form you see of me isn’t my completely real form, after all Earth and Hell such as heavens work much differently in so much different way ~ and i would assure you that you wouldn’t wish to see it. » he chuckled but his thoughts began to wander. true form… Now The demon couldn’t stop remembering a time before he was there, in the sky beautiful when he knew love. well, knew. Two different kind of it then it was in sort forgotten when he feel. Forgot how it felt. what use to remembering now ?

Faust watched the demon stretch, and how odd it looked for him to stretch like a cat with legs like that of a bird. Unnatural. And yet interesting.

And at the same time, Faust could only roll his eyes. What a show off.

Of course, such showing off worked as Faust's unamused gaze followed Mephistopheles's walk. When the demon sat on his desk, Faust simply brushed aside the medicine he'd been working on. He'd been working on pills for hours, he may as well finish his work for the time being.

He'd not exactly been focused anyway.

"Bold of you to mention, that humans can be curious." Humans by nature were curious. Certainly the demon already knew that. And certainly he knew that Faust in particular had a penchant for learning, of testing and understanding near everything he encountered.

As Mephistopheles shifted to face him, Faust leaned back. The demon was appealing in form. The strangeness of his eyes, the odd clothing he wore, those avian legs. What any human would rightfully find unsettling, he found attractive.

He scowled in annoyance as the demon touched his neck. But Faust couldn't stop his face from flushing as Mephi's hand traveled down his chest. The touch felt so warm and inviting, so intimate. It made him crave more from the demon. He really was a heathen, wasn't he?

Without thinking, "If you're going to tease, you may as well go all the way."

Faust immediately pushed the thought of touch away as Mephistopheles continued. He blushed more at the mention of taking the form of a woman. Indeed, Mephi had. And indeed, had it caught the man off guard.

That blush started to fade as the demon explained further. How they fell. His eyes traveled to those feathery, bird-like legs again. Were they true to how he really looked? If Mephistopheles had the legs of an owl even after being banished, he must have looked quite avian, inhuman-

"And beautiful," he muttered to himself.

I would assure you that you wouldn’t wish to see it.

Wouldn't wish to see it. A form so inhuman...

Faust reached out to hold part of the demon's leg. If Mephistopheles was going to tease him, he may as well tease back. To no surprise, the demon's leg was quite firm under his hand. Strong. And if he weren't wearing gloves, no doubt they'd be soft. "If your 'real form' is anything like the one you've chosen, I suspect it's quite intricate, intriguing, and sublime."

Then he feigned a sigh of disappointment. "But I suppose a mere human has no say over what form a leader of Hell chooses, no matter what he asks, does he? A shame, never to be gifted with such a sight."

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“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.” Say the demon as with one lift of his fingers, the mess on the man study was pushed away and before that his dear Faust could protest. He pulled him by the waist against him while taking his hand, enjoying a slow dance with the doctor.

Faust sat in a recliner reading. He'd been making pills, and had taken a break to read some journals, which spoke about the "newfound" side effects of cocaine and smoking. And he'd been so engrossed, he hadn't actually paid attention to what the demon said.

So it came as quite a shock when his book was ripped out of his hands and his materials flew to the side.

He gave quite the irritated glare as Mephistopheles pulled him to his feet. As the demon took his waist with one hand, and Faust's own in the other, "I was working." He loosely took the demon's arm with his free hand. He looked to the walls and reluctantly followed Mephistopheles's steps in a slow waltz.

Faust sighed in annoyance. "I'll never understand you and your pasttimes." Then he looked at Mephi's eyes in mild irritation. "Or why they collide with mine."

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@infernaleprince | stumble

The demon was sitting on the armchair or for better word Faust arm chair…well it wasn’t this important as he know that the man was not there and probably drunk as a way to dull the pain…as medecine he could say if he wanted to take his dear « master »vocabulary. Speaking of his dear doctor….the demon could hear the door opened and the unsure steps of a drunk men as the poor man tried to walk in front him, looking slightly irritated. He wondered why. « Ah ! Dear doctor ~ was your evening pleasant ?~ » he said with his honeyed voice , moving his unusual looking legs on the other waiting for Faust to answer…or at least trying to. God, he looked like he would fall soon enough if he don’t do something…oh amusing to see him like this, as always. and the demon couldn’t help but smirk when Faust turned himself to go away, probably mumbling something but the man fell…and no with wasn’t against the carpet or anywhere. it was his lap. and thank g…thanks for Faust to not be there enough to see him slightly surprised before to playing it off and even wrap his hand against his waist pulling him closer. « Well,well ~ someone drink too much I presume ? You might as well rest there for a while ~ » as he put his chin against the man shoulder in a chuckle. Oh Faust, this amusing.

Faust had been out drinking. Mephistopheles had known, Faust hadn't exactly hid where he intended to go that night. He had asked that the demon refrain from showing up this time.

And while it hadn't ended pleasant, Faust at least got to drink his fill before leaving this time.

When he found his way home-or more accurately, what he'd been calling home for the past few months-of course the demon was there to greet him. Irritating bastard, with that smug grin of his. Faust took off his hat and tossed it at the demon.

It landed several feet away.

He took a few steps, and wondered what Mephi had done to the place, why it felt so lopsided. After all, Faust hadn't drank that much alcohol.

He had absolutely drank that much alcohol.

Faust stumbled into the room, holding a hand out as he nearly tripped, and grabbed onto the side of the chair. Goodness, he felt too hot. He fumbled with the clips of his shawl for a moment. And once they were undone, he threw it to the floor. He did the same to his half-cape. Then he registered what Mephistopheles said, and glared at the demon in front of him. Faust turned away as he muttered about the drunks that had started a fight in that bar.

And the entire room spun.

He tried to get his balance, but before he knew it, he'd fallen backwards onto something. Warm, kind of lumpy. And it moved. Something wrapped around his stomach, and Faust grimaced at the nausea it caused. He covered his mouth for a moment.

And then he heard that voice. Faust glared as the sickness passed, pulling his hand away to cover Mephi's mouth instead. "Quie'." He intended a command, but his voice wavered. "Y'r giv'ng me a hedache."

His hand fell away from the demon's face. Faust closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a faint whine. God, it was warm. "Is' heissh," he murmured as he pulled at his gloves. He managed to get them both off, revealing the gauze still covering his wrists, which he then fumbled and tore at until it was off as well. He paid no mind to the old scabs and lines.

Instead, he looked down and tried to undo the buttons on his brown coat. If he could manage to open it, maybe he wouldn't feel so hot. Just his white shirt should be fine, right?

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your human joy fascinates me - the way you experience things in your life span, so wildly and deeply and all at once is… entrancing. (Mephi)

[court of throne and roses]

Faust had been looking at an old painting, one he remembered seeing as a young boy. The place was abandoned now; a big, empty building full of hallways. Clean, but closed off to people. He wasn't certain why Mephi had brought him here, but the painting had drawn his attention.

Looking at it made him feel... something. Faust had reached out toward the painting and talked about his time seeing it as a child.

Then as he paused, Mephi spoke. He looked back to the demon, silent for a moment. Joy? Had he seemed... happy while talking? Had he smiled?

Faust thought for another moment. The things humans felt, how deeply they felt. He looked to the ground. Did he feel anymore? Joy, love, sadness. Did he really feel those anymore? He certainly felt pain. But true emotions? He wasn't sure.

His hand pulled back to his chest. Finally, "Then you must find me quite strange." Faust looked back to the painting. "I haven't felt joy in..." In ages. After all, how long had Mephistopheles been toying with him? And how many months before that had he felt empty?

Tears pricked at his eyes. He took a breath. "But if you consider emptiness and pain a deep feeling," he continued, his voice wavering, "then perhaps I... do feel 'deeply' to you."

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