#pacifistdemon

[gamerrobloxian]

Demonrobloxian has an upgrade to his body, clothing, and power, hes still a pacifist demon to protect and keep safe, and he’ll do his best to prove that hes no evil demon from hell.

[morphinemechanic-blog]

A long walk|| Aeron&Kurt

The night was cold and dark, Aeron shifted uncomfortably, tightening her coat around her body as she did. A few drinks in her she was ready to just go home, though she knew it was probably best to just hoof it back to SWORD than attempt to drive. This is what she missed most about New York, the ability to  carry herself  from point A to B with her own two legs, and public transportation wasn’t a pain. You needed to drive everywhere in Detroit just to get to nearest town. If it wasn’t the getting around that was the trouble it was the vast silence. Most were in their homes by sun down, those who were out usually weren’t up to any good.

I wish I could just teleport. Aeron mused. It would make this so simple.  She could imagine just popping in and out where ever she needed to be with little effort, never having to wade out in the cold if she didn’t want, or talking to people in between the workshop and her bed. It made her chuckle at the thought. She kept moving along in silence for a few moments more when a song crossed her mind as she hummed it softly, words mumbling off her chilled lips.

“On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross...” She turned down the street picking up again, softly. “ For a world of lost sinners was slain.”  Her mother would sing that to her when she was child, her hand reaching to pull the covers over her small body as she planted a gentle kiss on her head. Aeron only sang the tune either drunk or when she felt lonely, only fitting when she was both of those things.

Or so she thought. A burst of cold air seemed to pass her made her shiver. “I will.. cling to the old rugged.. cross....” Aeron stopped looking around the last bit of song slowly escaping like smoke from a strong drag of a cigarette. “And exchange it someday for a crown.”

Aeron kept looking for something she couldn’t see. Finally, questioning the darkness she asked: “Is anyone there?”

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[thenamesrogue]

Long Talks || Rogue & Kurt

Back in the mansion, Rogue had largely kept to herself. People felt bad for her, she knew, because of Remy’s betrayal, and Rogue hated pity. She’d always hated it, even if she always had had a small tendency towards self-pity (which she also hated). Keeping to herself was partly a way of dealing with everything, though mostly a way of avoiding it, if she were truly honest with herself. She didn’t like to admit how much Remy hurt her or how angry he had made her; she didn’t like to even think about it.

But something had been bothering her lately. In the hallway on the third floor, there was a large picture of Charles Xavier. And she knew what he would say. She shouldn’t keep all her feelings bottled up inside, and she should talk about it to someone. Hiding in the mansion wasn’t any way to solve her problems. Only, he would have said it more like him.

Rogue found herself wandering the halls thinking about this, trying to think of who she would talk to and what she would say, when she found herself at Kurt’s door. Her adopted brother, in a way. He was a good listener. She knocked three times. “Kurt? You got time to talk?”

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[savagescholar]

Frühstuck | Hank and Kurt

It had been well over a year since Hank McCoy had seen his friend Kurt Wagner. When the fuzzy blue devil returned to the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning, it was safe to say that Hank was overjoyed. After all the death and disaster over the past few months, an old friend coming back was just what the physician needed. The two mutants made a date to catch up and cook some food together. Beast was by no means a culinary expert, but as a Renaissance man, the doctor dabbled in a little bit of everything. His extensive library included several cookbooks and recipe guides. There were plenty of options to choose from. He hung from the ceiling beams in the kitchen, flipping through a book as he waited for Kurt to come downstairs. The familiar sound of three-toed feet padding across the floor greeted his sharp ears. Turning to look at his teammate, the azure acrobat flipped and landed deftly upright. “Good morning, Herr Wagner. What delightful delicacies shall we dine on today?”