#oncedemonlord

[clockwork-kafei]

Well, well, if it isn't the clumsy keaton. How are you fairing this evening? Do you find the costume to your liking? Try to keep it looking new, hm?

C-clumsy? Me? You must be mistaking me for someone else haha! The costume is perfect. You got it just right! I’m incredibly impressed. Don’t worry, I’m going to keep it nice.

You look fantastic yourself. How do you stay so slim?

[merchantmelicus]

SAGE BROADCAST - August 10th

Azrael: Oof... Ah, shite... How the bleeding fuck does this work!?

[thehalfbloodpriest]

Rovell/Ghirahim, Frat AU

(part of the 3 sentence ask game. How did I miss this?)

Rovell almost collapsed on top of Ghirahim, bottle in hand and a wide grin on his face.

"Quit your stumbling around already…and I thought you said you watered this down?" Ghirahim frowned, both at the ex-priest and his drink.

"Sheesh, calm down, G, I did water it down…y’know…with beer…" Rovell began laughing uncontrollably.

[theclockworkheir]

12, 5, 3, 15

12. One of my bad habits

I find it hard not to view the proper place for books as ‘everywhere’. I’m afraid I’ve already caused my royal husband trouble over it, though he was just as kind and patient about it as one would expect from one as noble as he.

5. My childhood career choice

… Please do humor me and try not to laugh, but as a child I rather wanted to grow up and be a bird.

3. What was going on in my life one year ago

It was somewhat the same as it was but a few months ago, but much has changed in that time. I am afraid there are a great many things I was too naive to understand until quite recently, and I am dearly sorry for the trouble it has caused my royal father and those who serve him.

15. My ideal next ten years

You may find your answer here!

[thehalfbloodpriest]

One Big Happy Family

Rovell and Ghirahim have 1 daughter

Atma is tall and thin, with a pale complexion. Her hair is long and blond, almost white, and she has large golden eyes. Much to the delight of Ghirahim, she is incredibly proper in both bearing and elocution. She is bold and confident, and her tongue is both sharp and sweet. She can convince either of her fathers to give her whatever she desires (they both dote endlessly on her, but Ghirahim won’t deal with her shit if she gets out of line). At the same time, she can deliver plenty of playful sass to both of her parents, and an equal amount of not-so-playful sass for the many men who seek her affections. Her blood runs strong with magic, having inherited both demonic and elemental magic. Unfortunately, her long fingers are too unsteady to help at the tailor’s shop. When Ghirahim goes to work she likes to wander around town and explore, a trait taken from Rovell. She always makes sure to get home early though to greet Ghirahim as he comes home telling him that, once more, she had an uneventful day helping around the house. Atma loves to spend time with both of her fathers, and is often the one to settle any family differences. Aside from adventuring, her favorite activity is mimicking her father’s speech.

[clockwork-kafei]

One Big Happy Family

Ghirahim and Kafei have a love hate relationship. They do not enjoy each other’s company and fight each other at the other’s throats. Ghirahim thinks Kafei is a rowdy hooligan and Kafei finds Ghirahim to be a stuck up perfectionist. Their schedules are made to avoid each other as much as possible but still be able to take care of their kids.

Pashmina:

Pashmina shares many characteristic with Ghirahim ranging from her white hair to her brown eyes. She wear her white hair in a tight pony tail and is fond of the fancier things in life. Her clothes are always top notch, often wearing miniature clothing that Ghirahim owns. Kafei winces when she comes down the stairs wearing these outfits. He is not very found of her pant’s suit.

She is a wielder of magic and enjoys finding ways to use it around the house. Often while Ghirahim is sewing, Pashmina will telekinetically send him fabrics and needles while she sits in a corner reading up on magic.

Belial:

Belial has Kafei’s purple hair but styles it in similar fashion to Ghirahim. He also has brown eyes and prefers nicer clothing. He does not wear similar clothing to Ghirahim, however. He prefers to be one of a kind and has Pashmina make him clothing. It doesn’t matter what she makes as long as the quality of the fabric is fair. Often times his clothes are not well made but he adores them anyway.

Belial also wields magic but his is of the darker sort. He takes after his father in the demonic area of his life but prefers to remain hidden and simple in life. His powers are only used in trying conditions. If Belial doesn’t get his way his eyes gleam red like Kafei’s and his color distorts to that like Ghirahim’s demon form. When this happens Ghirahim needs to restrain him. If Ghirahim is not home Kafei is forced to let Belial have his way or else possible death. Belial does not wish to kill Kafei but in that moment his darkness is too powerful to control.

[clockwork-kafei]

confession from the queen: u r a qtpq2t

"I… what does that say?" 

*squints*

"Cutie? Thank you… But what is a pq2t? That makes no sense…”

[clockwork-kafei]

Gilded Keaton || Kafei & Ghirahim

Kafei shuffled up to the small building with the letters blazed Gilded in the front. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he looked through the windows to see a multitude of mannequins with bodices covered in lace and couldn't help but cringe. He sucked in a deep breath and walked forward into the store. He was wafted by the smell of cologne and... incense was it? He twirled around to see everything inside, his hands absentmindedly touching the fabric of every article of clothing. Silk, taffeta, suede… all the luxurious fabrics that his family used to always insist that he wore. Looking at a suit behind a glass box made him feel very conscious about the clothes he was wearing. His pants were patched up and his coat was oversized, the white fluff of his shirt was starting to lose its elegant flair. This suit was crisp and dark with not a stain on it. It was almost too perfect. His hands fiddled with the glass box, tracing the outside edge to find some sort of opening. Part of him wanted to know what the suit felt like. He had just found a notch in the glass to stick his finger inside and pull when he looked back at the case and the glass reflection revealed that he was not alone.