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Just for fun, one of those Face Your Art compilations I did a while ago. Featuring Marchosias, Hellhound form Marchosias, Tabbris, Pythius, and then yours truly!

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(6/?) Pythius - A bio-mechanical dragon lich whose taken human form to travel with you, Pythius loves collecting magical artifacts and learning just about everything.

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With him towering over her at his full height like this, Armaita couldn't help the thrill and excitement that raced through her, their breaths mingling. A small smile crept across her lips. As he pinned her to the wall, that sinful grin of his sent shivers down her spine. “Have I?” she asked breathlessly, feeling her face get closer to his ever so slowly as he ducked in close. At his whispered words, goosebumps raised on her skin as he did indeed collect that kiss she had teased him with. The man didn't hold back, his nips and licks causing her to grow weak in the knees. As she kissed him back with just as much fervor, she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing them closer still as she held herself up.

Maintaining a steady intake of oxygen grew even more difficult when that tiny smile curved Armaita's lips. "Indeed," Pythius replied softly, accusingly, a mock glare narrowing his eyes as his face drew close to hers. "You are quite the naughty angel, and that just will not do!" The teasing was silenced when the demon mage kissed her, taking no prisoners as he stroked his lips and tongue against hers in between the punishing nips he descended upon her mouth. As she returned the kiss, keeping pace with him, he was encouraged, tilting his head and deepening the contact between them with a purr of contentment, closing his eyes. A moan escaped him as he felt her arms come around his neck, dragging him even closer to her, and he was happy to oblige. Pythius wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against him as his lips and tongue stroked against hers, dancing in the electric heat they'd created, the taste and scent of her consuming him until he wasn't sure where his lips ended and hers began. When he pulled back from her just a tad, for a brief interlude, he was panting, heat warming him from the inside out. "No matter where this leads, I will be yours forever," he murmured softly, breathlessly, against her lips, his heart racing in response to the rushing heat coursing through his veins, as well as the vulnerability the confession seemed to elicit.

As he cupped her cheeks and settled gently against her, his lips working her own, she felt as if she would just melt into a puddle on the ground right at Pythius' feet. She shivered as his fingers moved feather-light across her skin, causing her to moan along with him as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her close. His tastes, his scents, his touch, they were all driving her slowly mad in their frenzy as she followed his lead. As the demon pulled away from her, a small sound of protest escaped her lips as her breath came in short puffs. Pythius' words stilled her, however, growing quiet as she looked into his eyes searchingly. Her heart was deafening in her ears. “And no matter the path that we take, I will be with you every step of the way. Forever,” she added on softly as she smiled at him, trying to soothe the vulnerability in his eyes. With a smirk and a chuckle, she nuzzled her nose against his jawline, kissing it, nipping it.

Gripping her waist, he dared not release her. Pythius brushed his nose against hers in a nuzzling motion before he leaned his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath, his lips parted and the taste of her lingering on his tongue. "If this demon has a heart and soul," he whispered wryly, with a light chuckle, "you hold them in the palm of your hand. They belong to you..." Then he resumed kissing her, melding his mouth to hers, stroking his tongue along her lips before diving deep as if on a mission to map out the interior of her mouth in his mind. The angel's body moving against his own as he kissed and held her was so incredibly dangerous, and Hellfire, that brush of friction between them was like throwing gasoline onto an already kindled and growing flame.

What caught her a little by surprise was when he rubbed his face against hers in a way that felt so very innocent. Loving. His forehead upon hers caused her to let out a breath she hadn't even been aware that she was holding. Warmth spread through her, though not exactly like the heat of the moment between them, it was a fire of something else entirely as she looked into his eyes, her smile wide and sincere, her heart pounding heavily against her ribs. No, the fire she was feeling went deeper than that. She closed her eyes then, listening to him breathe heavily as a result of their play, the feel of his breath on her skin a comfort. She nuzzled him back, laughing lightly. She snatched up one of his hands and then placed her other hand over his chest, feeling his heavy heartbeat. She brought his knuckles up to her mouth and kissed them tenderly. “I know you have them, and if they belong to me, then I will protect them with my life. And... what if I said that you had mine, too?” she asked quietly, looking up at him meekly. She was abruptly silenced by his lips once more and she made small sounds of pleasure against his lips.

So involved in his study of Armaita's mouth, wanting to know nothing more than kissing her, the taste of her, the feel of her, Pythius completely neglected to notice the footsteps of an approaching figure until he heard someone clear their throat behind him in a deep, commanding tone.

"...ahem."

Whirling around and flushing, Pythius stood with his body in front of Armaita's as he turned to see a tall demon clad in black with dark hair and piercing, icy blue eyes taking up a good portion of the hallway a few feet from where he and his angel stood. Malphas seemed unperturbed by the scene he had clearly walked in on, but most unfortunately for Pythius, who was desperately trying to regain composure and even his breathing, his face likely turning about the same damn shade as his hair at being metaphorically caught with his hand in a rather divine cookie jar as it were, their ancient leader was not standing alone.

A grinning Asmodeus was peeking around the ancient demon's shoulder, his eyebrows waggling suggestively as he eyed the embarrassed mage and the angel he'd been kissing. "Yeah, get it, my magick man! Does she taste just heavenly?" the incubus hooted with a low whistle that was abruptly silenced when he was elbowed, by Malphas, in the throat.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Lots of politicians have been speaking out against racist violence in Canada, which is awesome, but kinda easy PR. Do you know if anyone has a list of politicians who have actually attended an antifascist/antiracist counter protest? Or other helpful actions taken?

Niki Ashton at the Women’s March and Palestinian Solidarity: