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|♫| You get the lovely introduction of my muse Damien Thorn from South Park~ this little asshole was a big muse of mine on Facebook way back when, and though I made a blog for him here ( perditiion ) it is very inactive and merely exists for when the muse strikes me. I may get back into him someday, if prompted to~ |♫|
Well… This was… awkward.
Usually Link did his best to steer clear of the hotheaded boy, taking the long way around when the other stood in his way, avoiding eye contact at all costs all the while. Never in his right mind did he expect to actually introduce the antichrist to someone else— much less, his counterpart.
“Dark,” he started off slowly, a cautionary tone being taken as azure eyes glanced to and from ‘the dark one’, “This is… Damien Thorn…” Smiling sheepishly, he then turned his attention to the noirette, a small gesture towards Dark as he introduced the other in turn. “Dae, this is Dark.”
The sheer heat that radiated off of Damien when he was in one of his moods was enough to make one feel feverish should they stand near him for too long. It always struck Link as strange how the young man hardly ever smiled— at least, one that wasn’t malicious— and how maroon eyes always seemed to hold a certain fire to them. Hellfire, that is. One thing was certain though, he proved to be the best source of heat on a winter’s day!
Damien narrowed his eyes at the shade, hands stuffed into pockets as he reguarded the other with a judgmental stare, that perpetual frown never leaving his lips.
“You dragged me all the way here for this?” A click of the tongue, eyes flashing red momentarily with anger and annoyance. “A waste of time, hero.” The title was used mockingly, Link flinching back some at the venom that it was delivered with. “I have better things to attend to, so unless Mister black here is willing to help with chores, I’ll be leaving now.”
Funny how he deemed it worthy to name the shade such a thing, when Damien was no better with his all black attire. Still, Link made no comment of it, lest he want his bedspread to be scorched that night, just as he did a few months back. The glee on the devil’s face as he did so… No, he did not want a repeat of that.
