#primalevolent

[diabolumarmata]

Attempts to braid Nero's hair.

Nero perked. “You’re home?” 

[un--txmed]

primalevolent replied to your photo:                                               ··...

[jesus christ Inna s top]

 ooc; how about NO... >B}

[weaknessofheaven]

primalevolent said: "No, no, I am here. Here to-" Muscular trunks reached around Oren and lifted him up to cradle him to the beast’s chest. "-give my favourite shadow some tender warmth."

And there was no way Oren would object to that. Taint was warm--really warm. (Everyone felt warm when you were always ice-cold to the touch.) A faint smile touched his lips as he nuzzled in close, "Oh? Is that right? And what did I do to earn that?"

[redqueennero]

"Bite me."

"Careful, I might take that as an invitation."

[thefallenapprentice]

"Modeus, might I groom and braid your hair?"

Why were people so taken in by his hair? It was not amusing in the slightest. 

"No. You may not."

[banisheddarkknight]

"Hello, /Daddy./"

"Ah, he- Dante…?" the thousands of years old demon’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

"Did you color your hair?"

[lurking-darkness]

Rumble. [this should be interesting]

Send me “Rumble” for my muses reaction to being caught in a thunderstorm with your muse

Dark sighed as rain splashed down on him. He didn’t really care. The rain clouds blocked most offending light and the rain diluted the artificial lamps humans constructed all over the place. What he did not like was the sound of thunder, which had him wary for the flashes of lightning he was sure the storm would bring.

He wasn’t wrong, a bright strike forced him into an alley, bumping into someone. “Watch it,” he growled, only to look up at the man-demon he quickly corrected-before him. Wow…he was tall. He looked a lot like…well…rather identical to himself, just…taller.

He swiped water away from his eyes as he looked the beast up and down. “And who would you be?” 

[weaknessofheaven]

"If it isn't little Renny..."

The shadow gave a rather twisted grin, “Yeah, it’s me. If it ain’t the big bad mirror. Don’t tell me you’re here to eat me. I’m afriad I wouldn’t taste all that great.”