#mephiles tag

[apersonalescape]

Red stared at the cigarette in her hand. It was so small and fragile. A quick pinching of her fingers would render it useless.

She hadn't smoked in ten years.

She might’ve been happy at the thought of smoking; it used to relax her. But she wasn't happy, she was angry.

Why had Mephiles invited her out to the balcony like they were good friends?

Red wanted nothing more than to break her neck. To rip her crystals off one by one and relish in her screams. To pull off her quills and--

“Let me light that for you,” Mephiles said, a spark of purple fire on the tip of her index finger. Red watched silently as the hedgehog lit her cigarette.

Purple fire?

On her finger?

Just what was Mephiles?

“I brought you out here to discuss a few things with you,” Mephiles said. She was relaxed against the metal railing of the balcony, looking out over the city. It was early morning, and the city was relatively quiet. The only noise was the occasional honking horn and the sound of birds singing. It was peaceful.

Red glared at Mephiles with everything she had.

Mephiles either ignored it or didn’t care. “I hate you. I hate that you’re here. I hate that he brought you here,” she continued. “I want you gone.”

Funnily enough, those were the exact same words Red wanted to say to her.

This bitch had the audacity to speak when she had nearly been responsible for Mighty’s death? It was because of her that Mighty stayed up all night sick with worry.

It was because of her that Mighty had twenty-seven scars on his body that would never go away.

It was because of her that Mighty wasn’t getting the love he needed.

The love he deserved.

Red brought her lit cigarette to her lips and took a long drag.

Ugh.

She hated this brand.

Mephiles turned to her. She was trying her best to intimidate and scare Red, but it wasn’t working.

That pathetic glare wouldn’t scare a kitten, much less an ex-con.

She was nothing.

“You’re leaving,” Mephiles growled. “You can leave of your own accord or I can make you leave. And believe me, I will take great pleasure in forcing you out of this apartment.”

Red snorted. The first sound she had made during the entire conversation.

Was it really a conversation?

It was hilarious that Mephiles was going to attempt to make her leave. No one made Red do anything.

No one.

It looked like the crystal bitch needed a little reminder. She clearly knew that Red was an ex-con, but she didn’t know what the armadillo was capable of.

Mephiles didn’t know just what Red had done to get herself ten years.

Red looked out over the railing and took in the sights and smells of the city.

She took another long drag of her cigarette and breathed out slowly, at her own leisure.

Another thing that was funny was that Mephiles only wanted her gone because she felt that Red was a threat.

And she was.

Mighty wasn’t an idiot. He took notice of things. He took notice of Red’s kindness and Mephiles’ absence. He took notice of Red’s dependability and Mephiles’ inconsideration.

With time, he would open his eyes.

And Mephiles would be gone.

Red grinned.

Mephiles frowned.

“I see you wish to make this difficult,” Mephiles said. She snorted herself, her frown turning into a grin that bared her fangs and made her eyes gleam errily. “Fine. That’s perfectly fine with me.”

Red snubbed out her cigarette on the metal railing and looked at Mephiles.

For the first time in ten years she wanted to speak. She wanted to set this bitch straight. She wanted to tear her down, dismantle her and make her take a seat and think about just who she was talking to.

And she could.

No more Tungsten bars.

Red smiled. Really, truly smiled and said, “You don’t deserve him.”

Then it was silent.

As those true words sunk in, Red licked her lips turned to look out at the city again. She hadn’t heard her own voice in ten years. It sounded weird to her ears, not as strong and powerful as she remembered.

She recalled people stopping and looking at her when she spoke. She remembered the fear in their eyes when she threatened them.

Well, it only stood to reason that she would be a little rusty.

Beside her, Red heard a sharp intake of breath. It looked like Mephiles had finally snapped out of it.

“You FUCKING BITCH!” Mephiles screamed, raising her deadly crystal claws into the air. She was close enough to pose a threat, that much was clear, but Red still didn’t care.

Before those crystals could come close enough to rip her face, the armadillo lifted her right hand and caught Mephiles’ wrist.

Immediately, Red’s hand began to bleed, but she didn’t care.

She only smiled and squeezed.

Mephiles screeched as her wrist was broken.

Her other claw came swooping down, but Red dodged it, lifting her bloody and badly injured hand from Mephiles’ wrist. It took a moment to tug it free, but she managed to do so quickly, even if it hurt like hell.

Mephiles was seething. Red tried not to laugh.

“You think you deserve him?!” Mephiles screamed, rushing forward and using her good left hand to dig her claws into Red’s shoulder. “Some ex-con who isn’t even worth his time? You don’t even KNOW him! You know NOTHING!”

Red wasn’t going to lie, those crystals hurt and they were a major pain in the ass. It only got worse as Mephiles saw fit to drag her claws down and worsen the wound.

Quickly, Red balled her hand into a fist and took a step forward, giving Mephiles a powerful punch to the gut.

Mephiles slumped over, her eyes widening.

Red had broken a few ribs with that punch.

Unfortunately, Mephiles’ claws were still buried in her arm. She lifted her left hand to break the hedgehog’s other wrist but before she could, Mephiles saw fit to remove her claws from her arm.

Okay. That was weird.

“Such a nuisance…” Mephiles wheezed. Yes, wheezed, because Red had quite literally knocked the breath out of her.

For a moment, Red thought the fight was over. Mephiles could hardly stand and Red’s hand had gone numb. Blood was covering the balcony floor and Mephiles’ shouts and screams had drawn attention.

But then Mephiles stood up straight and growled loudly, lifting her left hand and slamming it into Red’s shell.

The crystals plunged deep, penetrating the hard armor. Red was shocked. In pain, but also very shocked.

No one messed with her shell.

Red moved quickly. Despite her numb hand, she fought through the pain and moved it anyway. She grabbed Mephiles’ arm with both of her hands, not caring about the crystal and how she felt faint.

She squeezed with all her might.

Mephiles screamed as her arm was broken.

She hissed and thrashed about as Red stomped on her foot, breaking at least three toes.

But Mephiles wasn’t going to go down without causing her damage. She wrenched her claws through Red’s shell, the armadillo letting out a pained yelp.

Red fell to her knees, the pain in her back, her hands, and the blood loss becoming too much.

Mephiles wasn’t in much better shape. She was lurched over, hardly standing as she looked down at Red. She had removed her claws from the other’s shell, and Red could see that the purple crystals had been damaged.

Well, at least that was something.

“You may think you’re some angel meant to take him away from me, but you’re wrong,” Mephiles whispered. She fixated Red with her demonic eyes, emerald clashing against crimson.

“You’re no better than me.”

With those last words, Mephiles turned and opened a portal, limping her way through.

Red was left with her thoughts, the cool breeze of the early afternoon and the pool of blood at her side.

[apersonalescape]

Mighty always looked beautiful after sex.

Mephiles never said it aloud, but she always thought it.

It wasn't just when they had sex that Mighty was beautiful, but it was in those moments -- where she had to breathe and her body was covered in sweat and her fur was messy and in awkward clumps -- that she noticed how breathtaking he looked.

His eyes alone are enough to make her breath catch on itself. They’re so blue and when his face was drenched in sweat and he panted with his mouth open Mephiles wanted to force her body to lean upward and kiss him and have sex all over again.

The way he looked at her when they finished was intoxicating. He looks dazed and tired at first but then he’d catch his breath and smile lazily at her. His eyes would glow with this feeling of love and affection that made her heart pound painfully in her chest. 

And his flushed cheeks were cute and made Mephiles smile despite her own exhaustion. Sometimes when she was too tired or too lazy to move she would purr loudly at him until he got the hint to kiss her. She’s get to see that blush on his face up close and her tail would wag and thump loudly against the bed.

But even if she didn't say it, Mighty probably had a good enough idea of how she felt. She would often cup his face with her hands and just stare at him, her purr and the thumping of her tail the only clues as to how she was feeling. 

Even more often she would move him onto his back -- no matter the position they had been in -- and place her hands on his chest. Mephiles loved how his expression turned blissful and that smile of his turned goofy. She would stare at him openly since Mighty was too out of it to question her behavior. 

Mephiles wasn't ashamed of all the staring and looking and watching she did. Some of that was because she was observant, but most of it was because she knew that Mighty did the same with her.

[apersonalescape]

“Don’t worry,” she said, the widening grin on her face looking somewhat evil. “I won’t steal your eyes.”

For most people, those words would be a relief, but for Mighty, they only terrified him more. If an evil enchantress didn’t plan on stealing anything from him, then why had he been lured to her castle? It didn’t add up, and after she had offered him her haunting reassurance, she left, leaving Mighty alone in the dimly lit room of the castle.

A part of him thought that she would return and say ‘just kidding’ or something along those lines, but as he stood there, motionless, he didn’t hear footsteps returning, only the sound of the bubbling lava pools that were a few rooms from where he was. The only thing in the room, besides himself, were torches lit with purple flames. Very odd, but this was the castle of an enchantress, and a famous one at that.

There were countless rumors in the city of Bluedell and the neighboring cities that this enchantress-- Mephiles was her name--lured young men to her castle and then tore them apart, harvesting what she needed from them. Mephiles was said to make strongly potent potions that other wizards, witches, and demons would pay handsomely for. It was the sole reason she could afford such a large and luxurious castle.

Though he had heeded the warnings and had been careful, Mighty still found himself wandering to an unknown location late in the night, his legs leading him someplace he had never seen or been to. He still didn’t know how she had caught him; he had been so careful! But she was a formidable threat, and Mighty knew next to nothing about evil spells and magic charms.

Now, here he was, trapped in a castle he could hardly navigate through. What was he supposed to do now? Go and make small talk with an evil being that killed people for a living? Mighty quickly set about finding the exit. There had to be a way out of this dangerous place.

Unfortunately, the torches didn’t provide much light and weren’t that plentiful, meaning that there were dark pockets that Mighty had to carefully maneuver through. He felt foolish holding his hands out in front of him, but he had no idea what kind of creatures resided in this castle. There could be demons and beasts and all kinds of things that Mighty wanted to avoid! It was better to be safe than sorry.

As he wandered the dark hallways, it was a few minutes until he stumbled face-first into a wooden door. It was strange that all of those long and twisted hallways had led to this one room, but who was he to question to layout of an evil castle? He was, however, hesitant to open the door. What if this was Mephiles’ room? Or her workplace? Mighty did not want to stumble in on her ripping someone’s heart out… or worse. He gulped, thinking that perhaps he should turn around and head the other way. But… it had been an ordeal trying to avoid those lava pools. It had been much too hot in there.

Nervously, he gripped the handle of the door, shaking and doing nothing for a moment. He didn’t hear anything on the other side, perhaps it was another empty room like the one he had just left? Biting his bottom lip, Mighty decided it was best to just see what was on the other side. It was better than waiting in that room for something horrible to happen. With more strength than he had expected, he pushed open the door.

It was a library. There were several torches that lined the walls, and a spiral staircase that appeared to be made of some shiny mineral that led to the upper floor. Walls and walls of books were everywhere, shelves and shelves of large tomes. In the middle of the large room were a few chairs and a table, as well as a circular purple rug that brought the room together. It was safe to assume that Mephiles’ favorite color was purple.

Cautiously, Mighty stepped forward, closing the door behind him. Undoubtedly, most of the books dealt with magic and it’s practice. He found himself mildly intrigued by that, but also what other kinds of books Mephiles was interested in. What other subjects did an evil witch study?

His arms behind his back, Mighty leisurely walked along the shelves of books. There were a few interesting titles--Shape-shifting Potions and You, The Perfect Love Potion, Analyzation of the Human Brain--but those were all things that Mighty expected to find. No fantasy novels or historic fiction. Maybe she kept those books in her room.

“Can I help you?”

Mighty’s heart leaped out of his chest and he abruptly turned around to see who had spoken. There was no one there, though. Confused, he looked up and saw nothing, and then looked down and saw a small creature wearing a vest. It peered up at Mighty, looking annoyed and somewhat irritated. Mighty looked down at it, confused and a little relieved. At least it wasn’t a large demon.

“I--I was, uh, just… looking,” Mighty stammered, putting his hands up in front of him in defense. “I didn’t touch anything!”

The creature appeared unamused. “Fine, good, but what are you looking for? Do you need help finding something?” the little thing asked. Mighty paused, dropping his hands and squatting so that he could be face to face with this nicely dressed… thing.

“No, I was just… walking around and I found this place,” Mighty answered. He then leaned in close, not wanting to be overheard by a certain evil enchantress. “I do need help with something else, though. Can you point me in the direction of the exit? I need to get out of here.”

The creature looked at him, not blinking at all, which unnerved Mighty slightly. After a few seconds, he spoke. “You’re not a guest; you’re an ingredient.”

That was insulting, and Mighty immediately frowned to show his displeasure. “I’m not an ingredient! I’m Mighty, and Mephiles said she wasn’t going to take my eyes! … I think she was bluffing, though. She was probably trying to lure me into a false sense of security.”

The little thing let out some sound that Mighty could only assume was a laugh. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mighty. I am Geinyah,” it answered, but then Geinyah paused, seemingly lost in thought. “Usually, ingredients are harvested quickly, but you remain… alive. Quite strange, I must say.”

Mighty was beginning to feel queasy. “What does that mean?” he asked, suddenly feeling quite frightened. “Do you know what she’s going to do with me? Why did she lure me here if she’s not going to suck out my soul or something?”

Again, Geinyah let out that sound that translated to ‘laugh’ in Mighty’s mind. “Miss doesn’t harvest souls, that’s more of a demons schtick than an enchantresses. No, the heart and eyes can only be rightfully harvested by an enchantress. And my, do they have their uses. Why, a heart can be used in--”

“Okay! Okay, I get it,” Mighty said, placing a hand on his forehead. Geinyah still hadn’t answered his question! “But why am I here, then? Why am I still alive?”

Geinyah shifted on his feet, giving those questions some thought. “Perhaps Miss is saving you for a particular potion,” he said, scratching at his chin. “Or perhaps… it is more of a personal reason than a work related one.” Geinyah shrugged, “Though, this would be the first time that Miss has lured a mortal only to keep it for herself. Quite strange, I must say.”

Mighty lowered his hand, staring wide-eyed at Geinyah. Surely, there was some kind of mistake, some other explanation as to why he was trapped in this castle. It couldn’t be a personal reason, he had never heard of an enchantress having personal reasons for kidnapping someone!

Clumsily, he fell back on his bottom, still looking frightened and unbelieving. Mighty couldn’t believe that he had enchanted an enchantress.

[apersonalescape]

Mephiles was in Stormwind.

The hustle and bustle of the people made her insides churn and flop about unpleasantly. A scowl was on her face as she hastened into an armory, quickly paying to repair her weapons before the clerk could get chummy with her. To others, it would seem as if Mephiles was just having a bad day, but that was not it at all.

She /despised/ Stormwind.

It was too crowded, too loud, and too big. She preferred the calmness of Dawn’s Blossom. The short walk it took to get her to the inn to buy food. How the forge and repairwoman were right next to each other. Everything was organized. Everything was peaceful.

But not in Stormwind.

People with flying dragons they obtained by their conquests covered the sky, the blue expanse hardly visible from the ground below. The streets were packed tightly, people squeezing through and bumping her shoulder without so much as an excuse me. Mephiles crossed her arms in defiance, growling under her breath as she made her way to her destination.

The auction house.

It was where people made money, lots of it. Anyone could buy or sell whatever they wished here. Gems, enchantments, even mounts they could ride or weapons that weren’t as good as some that could be found in dungeons, but some people just needed something to wield or try out.

Mephiles was here to fill her pockets with gold, and she had just the materials to do so.

In her pack were sixty gems of every color and variety, ten pieces of cloth armor for the mage or warlock or priest to purchase, and a few enchanted spellthreads to strength any pair of pants. With these items, Mephiles would emerge a thousand times richer than when she entered.

Seeming a bit happier than when she had arrived in Stormwind, Mephiles made her way up the auction house steps in Stormwind’s trade district. Just as she was about to make her way through the doors and head toward the back of the room where auctioneers were patiently awaiting her goods, a knight in heavy, plated armor blocked her path.

“So… /you’re/ the one he was talkin’ about.”

Mephiles growled under her breath, looking upward to say a few choice things to this rude knight when his eyes, shining out from under his heavy helmet gave her pause. They were a blood red, but they were cold and lacking the warmth and usual spark of life.

He was dead.

“A death knight…” she muttered softly, wondering why such a creature was speaking to her. Mephiles blinked, her scowl back in place on her face as she began to reach for her staff. “Why are you blocking my path? And /what/ are you talking about?”

The death knight only crossed his arms, the clanking of his armor annoying Mephiles. “You don’t mind if we go someplace a little less crowded, do you? I got a few questions to ask ya.”

Mephiles gripped her staff in her hand and began muttering the incantations that would summon a powerful demon to fight by her side. She paused mid-sentence, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Why should I do that? I don’t know who you are! I have no business with you.”

“Well,” the death knight began, pointing to the tabard he wore on top of all of his armor, “/I/ got business with /you/.”

  -

  The two of them sat in the inn at the Dwarven district of Stormwind. Mephiles was pleased being here. It was significantly less crowded than that of the trade district, and even though the Dwarves were a little invasive with their conversation, they meant well. They reminded her of the Pandaren with their love for beer and conversation.

The death knight had been kind enough to purchase a round of ale for the two of them to drink while they conversed. Mephiles looked down at the bubbling beverage, but did not partake of it. The tabard the death knight wore with pride was that of the Righteous Fallen, the guild that that overly friendly Mobian paladin hailed from.

Unlike her, the death knight eagerly drank his beer, ordering another from the bar maiden that passed their table. He had taken his helmet off, revealing that he, too, was a Mobian just as she was, and of the same variety as Mighty.  He wiped his mouth with his hand, and then fixed his eyes on Mephiles, their gaze unsettling her greatly.

“Name’s Red, and I’m the leader of the Righteous Fallen,” he told her, grinning with pride. “Well… /co-/ leader anyway. Mighty’s the real head honcho. I just… do my own thing while he takes care of all the business shit.”

How odd. “Then /why/ am I talking with /you/?” she asked, annoyance heavy in her voice. She had no need or want to join a guild. Though the perks that came with belonging to one were nice, Mephiles did not want to be constantly pestered for gems or pushed to conquer dungeons when she wanted to be elsewhere.  

Red didn’t seem too bothered by Mephiles’ tone of voice. He leaned back in the wooden chairs they sat on, looking bored. “‘Cuz I lead the raids.”

Now she was stunned. While the paladin she had unwillingly conversed with before had been very complimentative of her gear that she had worked so hard to obtain, she did not think that he had wanted her to join their raiding team. Mephiles had conquered her fair share of foes, effortlessly leading the pack in terms of damage. But joining a raid team, one that defeated the strongest of foes on a consistent basis… She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that.

The warlock cleared her throat, finally taking a swig of the ale that had been purchased for her. “You want me to join your team?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Red said immediately, his eyes seeming colder than before. “Mighty may have said some nice shit to you, but he does that to /everyone/.  I’m here to see if you’re RF material. We don’t need anyone slowin’ us down.”

/That/ was offensive. Mephiles snarled and stood abruptly from her seat, slamming her fists down on the table and pinning Red with a stare that would make even her most defiant demons obey. “How /dare/ you! Your leader approached /me/, and now you do the same! I have no wish to join your guild, no matter how ‘top’ it may be!”

Red didn’t seem startled by her little display, but this was a knight who had seen death and had risen again; it was likely he was not scared of anything. Mephiles growled in anger, wanting nothing more than to enter the auction house, put up her goods, and then return to the peace of Dawn’s Blossom. She hastily reached for her drink and finished it with only a few gulps. After, she picked up her bags and staff, and began to walk out of the inn to do just that.

“You’re perfect.”

Mephiles paused again, her anger subsiding and giving way to mild curiosity. She had not done anything to prove her worth in that short meeting, only getting annoyed with the arrogance of this death knight and his disrespect. “Excuse me?”

Red stood and made his way over to her, Mephiles staying on guard despite the fact that he was likely not going to do anything to her. “Most people who come up to Mighty and I are scrubs who only want to join so they can say ‘we’re in a top guild!’ That’s… so /annoying/ when we’re looking for actual talent,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But you… you want nothing to do with us. You don’t want to be tied down, right? You want to do as you please.”

Mephiles was quiet but she did nod to say that he was correct about that. He smiled, an eerie thing to see on the face of one who needed to kill in order to survive. “I’m the same way.”

That startled her, but… not that much now that she thought about it. He had mentioned earlier that he was allowed to do as he pleased, but here he was, conducting official business as co-leader of a guild. Did that not annoy him as it would her?

Red grinned as she stayed silent. “Though I’m out here, scouting for talent, I only have to do this every so often. When I’m not leading raids, I can do whatever I want. I can see the world, slay rare beasts, sleep on a mountaintop.” He shrugged, placing his hands on his hips. “Though I do my own thing and like to keep to myself, there are people in this guild who trust me. They look to me for guidance, just as they do Mighty.” Now he leaned down, looking Mephiles in the eye. “All you have to do is raid. Other than that, we will leave you be. What do you say? All the perks of a guild, and all you have to do is show up every once in a while?”

Mephiles opened her mouth to decline immediately, but then closed it. The perks of a guild, especially that of a top one, where tremendous. Raiding would also allow her to improve herself and her gear, becoming stronger than ever before. The answer was obvious… if Red was telling the truth about her being allowed to keep to herself as she wanted.

The warlock heaved a loud sigh, staring fearlessly in those eyes that had once been under the control of the Lich King. “I… require time to think about it.”

Red didn’t seem surprised by her answer. He only nodded, agreeing that the warlock would need some time to mull over the pros and cons of his offer. “Alright. I’ll give ya… two days,” he said. Before Mephiles could disagree or say anything more, Red sidestepped her and headed out of the inn.

In the much less busy streets of the Dwarven District, it was easier to summon a mount and take flight, and Red did just that. The drake he had chosen to ride was of a very rare variety. So rare, in fact, that Mephiles hadn’t seen it with her own eyes before, only heard of it through word of mouth.

It was immense, but exquisite. The horns that jutted out of either side of its head were large, but beautiful in their own way. Its wings opened, and Mephiles stepped back in fear of being brushed aside from the magnificent things. But, the most dazzling thing of all were the sparkling chains that hung around its neck. It was… spectacular, to say the least, and Mephiles was embarrassed to admit that she stood there, her mouth agape in amazement, at seeing such an /amazing/ drake with her own eyes.

The creature shifted on it’s feet, opening its maw and letting out a puff of smoke to pollute the air. It’s glowing blue eyes matched Red’s in intensity, and it suddenly turned it’s massive head to regard her, looking curiously at her.

“I’ll see you in two days!” Red called from atop the beast. With a low whistle, the dragon braced itself and took flight. The wind from its wings nearly knocked Mephiles’ off of her feet, but she steadied herself. In the air, it was just as majestic as on the ground, and Mephiles watched it, transfixed for a moment, until it was just a dot in the sky.

She had forgotten where she was and what she was doing, and it took her a moment to recall just what it was that she had come to Stormwind for in the first place.

[mightythestrongooc]

So I had the coolest dream ever.

Mighty and Mephiles were dating but the difference was Mighty lived in a house with his family instead of being basically like... alone. It was really cool.

His family consisted of his parents, an older brother and sister and then an Aunt and Uncle. Yeah, it was a big house but anyway.

Mephiles decided to move in with Mighty and share his room (bad idea lol) and so the family had to get used to her like living in their house. And I think Mephiles didn't like the idea of sharing Mighty with the other armadillos because she stared to do some really fucked up shit to them.

She changed the colors of the house, for instance. No, like everything in the house was like in Sepia tone or black and white, and the armadillos, with their horrible sight, hated this because they kept tripping and falling and getting lost? I don't think it would work that way, but it did in my dream so

And Mighty was all 'wtf happened?' even thought he KNEW what happened and just didn't want to give his family reason to hate Mephiles. But they all knew it was her, so that was pointless, Mighty you idiot. The armadillos had to like put markings on each others bodies and shells so that they could differentiate each other until Mephiles fixed everything.

Eventually, it came to the point where the armadillos were afraid that Mephiles was planning on killing them, so they slept in pairs to look out for one another and placed lucky charms in their rooms to protect themselves. Mighty told them she wouldn't do that, but they didn't believe her, so they went to sleep. And so Mighty went back to his room and did the do with Mephiles ( I think to like keep her occupied so she didn't do anything)

She didn't do anything, but the armadillos were fed up with her bs anyway, so they kicked her and Mighty out. Mighty was really upset, but Mephiles saw this as an oppurtunity to keep Mighty all to herself. She suggested that they live together in one of her space time rifts, and Mighty agreed.

But Mighty was still in college (?????? WHAT) and so he had to go to school so like he'd have one of his friends drive him to school. Except one morning his friend like got possesed and started driving really fast and ended up in a car accident and died. And Mighty thought that Mephiles had something to do with it ( she did) so.

Mighty came to the conclusion that if he stayed with Mephiles, his life would be full of misery and she would continue to hurt him in this way. And so he suggested to her that they break up and she didn't much like that

and then I woke up lol

But the dream was cool as hell. Mephity dream hell yeah.

[mightythestrongooc]

fluff muffin

that's too cute that has now been added to the list of pet names :3

[mightythestrongooc]

headcanon that when Mephiles gets high and is high for a long enough time she gets really poetic and wise and says weird shit but actually it makes you think at the same time

[apersonalescape]

There was a certain magic to watching the sunset. The salt in the air and the beautiful colors that swirled and mixed in the sky above added to the experience, the tangerine sun beginning to disappear into a constant view of blue. It looked like the edge of the world to him, like the sun and the sea were going to touch and the very action would cause some kind of event, some amazing oddity that the world only had the luxury of seeing once every few hundred years.

The sound of seagulls filled his ears and he turned his attention to the sand below them, the birds pecking and hoping around on the tan earth, leaving prints in the sand. That held his attention for a time, until he looked back over towards the ocean again. He could just about see the whites of the waves as they crashed upon the shore, a miracle, with his horrible eyesight.

"Red?"

Slowly did he turn his head to look at the company he had the pleasure of sharing. Her eye ridges were drawn together in worry, her lips drawn in a thin line as she examined him. Sometimes, Red thought that Mephiles could see into his very soul with the way her eyes bore into his own. She always appeared to be so calculative and observant, as if every move he made, she saw. That was a bit creepy, now that he thought about it.

"Hm?" he replied. His head was resting in the palm of his hand, turning slightly to look at her fully. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, leaning forward in her seat.

Red blinked slowly, his face showing disinterest as Mephiles worried about him when she had no need to. Her concern was nice though, he supposed. It just seemed that she was always worried about his well-being, always wondering what he was thinking like he was some complex entity. Well, that was true, to an extent... 

"Fine. Quit worryin' so much," he told her, waving off her stare of disquietness.

Mephiles appeared to actually listen to him this time, perhaps finding a bit of offense in his words, but she sat back in her seat, assuming her earlier position of her correct seating posture with her hands in her lap. Delicately did she lift her right hand and absorb the crystals that adorned it, wrapping her slender fingers around the glass of water she had ordered and bringing it to her lips.

Red watched all of this with a strange sense of peace, watching her fiddle with her napkin as she looked out across the restaurant. There was another couple to the right of them, laughing at some inside joke the two of them shared, and to the left of them a quiet family that rarely spoke.

The two oddities had been here for a while, actually. They had already eaten and ordered a few extra drinks, but hadn't left yet. Red was probably to blame for that. There was just something peaceful and nice about watching the sunset from underneath the shade of the large umbrellas that made up the restaurant. It certainly beat sitting out on the sand and getting vast amounts of sand stuck in places he would prefer to not have it stuck in.

Mephiles had not expressed any distress or impatience with him, though. Only ordering more water and the occasional alcoholic beverage. Red's own beer sat to his right, a ring of water forming at he base of the glass.

"You wanna order dessert or somethin'?" Red asked her, eyes shifting from her fingers to her face. The bendable crystalline bangs that framed her face really were lovely. Before Red could help himself, he had lifted a hand, his index, middle finger, and thumb curling the bang between his fingers. It only lasted a second before his hand returned to his side of the table, his fingers tapping against the poorly painted turquoise picnic table.

"Hmm, perhaps we could share something?" Mephiles mused, her eyes closing in what Red guessed was content. She had a ghost of a smile on her lips, the intoxicating dark purple color holding Red's gaze for much longer then he'd have liked.

He glanced down towards the table, looking at his hand and the black, fingerless gloves that Mighty had chosen to wear today. Red always found it weird and strangely feminine the way Mighty cared so meticulously for his nails. But, it was also wise of him to do so, Red had learned. Fingering was a much more pleasurable experience if one's nails were properly taken care of.

Now, dessert. The meal he had ordered earlier, a catfish with fries and some other side he had eaten without a care, had filled him quite nicely, as did the bit of Mephiles' tilapia that he had sampled, but he could go for a bit of dessert. He and Mighty did eat quite a lot, as was normal for boys their age.

"Yeah," he nodded, "You pick. Whatever you want." 

The male armadillo was prepared for the look that crossed Mephiles' features at his blatant show of consideration and generosity, two things that one would never associate with himself, but Red was feeling especially strange this evening, but not in a bad way. In a good way.

"... Very well," Mephiles recovered, clearing her throat and reaching across the table to pick up the dessert menu that sat situated between the salt and pepper shakers.

As she browsed, Red's eyes glanced at her right hand. It was always a bit strange to see Mephiles' hands without the deadly armor of her crystals, but it was also nice to as well. It wasn't often that she allowed herself to be exposed, even the slightest bit, in public. It must mean that she felt safe here... or she felt as if nothing out of the ordinary would happen.

Her claws were still sharp, and Red wasn't immune to those deadly things. Yet... that didn't stop him from reaching over with his free hand and taking her hand in his own, avoiding her claws and rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. 

Mephiles paused in turning a page of the dessert menu, her eyes glancing towards their hands, until she huffed slightly and resumed her browsing.

Red smirked at her, fondly and strangely happy before he turned his attention back towards the beach. The sky had shifted into a light red color, bits of purple beginning to form here and there. It was amazing how quickly the sun set; you turn your attention somewhere else for just a few minutes, and already it was nearly half-way over...

"How about a chocolate fudge cake?" Mephiles spoke, and once again crimson eyes turned to her slowly.

"That's fine," he agreed, not entirely caring at this point. ... On second thought, chocolate could provide a few interesting situations. Maybe Mephiles would be a bit messy with her eating, a dot of chocolate right above her lip that he could reach over and kiss away with a quick lick of his tongue...

Or perhaps that was wishful thinking. Mephiles was rarely ever messy in her eating.

He held onto her hand tighter as the waiter returned, asking them for about the fifteenth time if they were interested in ordering something else. Mephiles ordered their dessert and shooed him away with her curt reply and gratitude, her eyes immediately looking to their hands.

Red wondered why she continued to do that. Was she afraid she would hurt him with those claws? That was most likely it, but it was not something Red was that fearful of. Although... these very claws had been the ones to end his and Mighty's life for a time. 

It was probably for the best that he thought of something else.

He turned toward the ocean again, the sky now a hazy blue, the wisps of orange and red fading over the horizon. The sun was barely visible now, the sky darkening at a quick pace. Red idly wondered if the sunset came and went faster when one watched from a beach. It seemed like it to him.

His eyes looked away from the sun and it's mysteries for a moment and to the sand. There were plenty of couples strolling along the shore, their hands intertwined as the waves brushed against their feet and ankles. There were... really many couples, actually. He hadn't noticed before.

"Are we on a date?" he asked, his eyes still cast out towards the sea.

His question had given Mephiles pause, as he could feel her gaze upon him as well as her hand twitching a bit.

Then, she laughed.

"We're mates, Red. Every outing we go on likely constitutes as a date," she answered easily, her laughter wrapping around her words and conveying a sense of cheerfulness to Red.

He laughed himself, quiet and more subdued than his mate, but laughter nonetheless. "Yeah... stupid question, sorry."

It felt tremendously good to hear that, he wouldn't lie. The way she referred to him as 'mate' would never grow old. It gave him a sense of importance and individuality that made his entire being ecstatic.

The waiter returned with their dessert, a slice of chocolate fudge cake with chocolate sauce topping and a dollop of vanilla ice cream on the side. Red lifted his head and used his now free hand to handle the fork he was given. No way was he letting go of Mephiles' hand.

"There are no stupid questions," Mephiles replied, grinning at him as she cut a piece of cake with the side of her fork. Red would probably never get used to how delicate and proper she was sometimes.

"That's bullshit because there are," Red told her, grinning back and cutting a big chunk of cake off with his fork. He brought it to his lips, chewing it quickly and failing to savor the taste at all. "There are tons of stupid questions, just like there are tons of stupid people. Your other mate just happens to be one of them."

Mephiles had just been in the middle of chewing when she snorted loudly, dropping her fork and lifting her hand to cover her mouth. Red watched her display with a evil smirk, getting a kick out of the fact he had made her laugh.

"Th-that wasn't nice," Mephiles stuttered in between her stifled giggles. Red merely shrugged, taking another bite of cake and licking his lips to get a bit of chocolate sauce off.

"Wow, Mephiles. Since when have I ever been 'nice'? That was a stupid statement," Red said, leaning his elbow on the table as he grinned cheekily at his mate. It was always a joy to get her laughing and also to get her worked up. There was nothing quite like sharing the company of an annoyed Mephiles; things always got entertaining.

Mephiles scooped up a bit of ice cream and brought it to her lips, narrowing her eyes at his snarky words. "You're lucky we're in public," she told him, an expression of amusement on her face. "I would've bitten your nose and smacked you if we were by ourselves."

"Then it really is a shame we're in public," Red replied immediately after, his wittiness probably driving Mephiles up the wall. "Because I would've picked you up and fucked you against the nearest surface."

The look on her face sent Red into a round of deep laughter, his eyes closing. They had probably drawn attention to themselves by now with his loud laughter and her petite giggles.

Mephiles gripped his hand to get his attention, playful crimson eyes opening to look at her mischievous emerald ones.

"Then I say... we get out of the public eye, hm?" Mephiles replied, her eyes narrowed but for an entirely different reason now. Red lifted her hand, bringing it across the table and to his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss to the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Hotel?" he asked smoothly, his voice dipping into that tone that drove her crazy.

Mephiles noticeably squirmed in her seat, her expression trying to remain cool though she was clearly beginning to get a bit hot and bothered.

"Hotel~"