#spellknight

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@spellknight​. BOY. HERE WE GO.

          Oh how he had waited for this. Waited and waited for this day to come. And thanks to this man- Ashtaroth- he was now freed. How delightful. He could feel the fear that struck his ‘light’ counterpart- just by gazing into those blue eyes of his. Eyes that would have been the same as his if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was corrupted by that witch’s magicks. Crimson eyes gazed toward the other, looking at him up and down- taking a good look at him before he finally cracked a smile.

                   “If this ain’t just.. perfect~.”

       Ronan almost purred his words out, his head tilting to the side. Taking a few steps forward, he proceeded to close the distance between the two of them- clearly not caring about his surroundings. No.. He had other plans. And just before his counterpart would get out of his reach, he would take a hold of his shirt, his grip tight and he wasn’t going to let go of him easily. His crimson eyes then faintly glowed.

                “How about we have.. a little chat~? Just you.. and me.”

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@spellknight | [ Continued from here ]

       Shoulders were raised into a shrug as the demon’s gaze wandered off, arms being folded upon his chest after a few moments. Perhaps, Ronan thought it was good, but if it hadn’t been for the Asmodian’s intervention, he would have been overwhelmed far too easily. Amaranth eyes glanced back over to the knight, the tip of his tail raising slightly as it kept swaying back and forth- showing that he still had his attention upon the other.

            “..Perhaps, to you.”

      Dio finally whispered, a sigh leaving his lips shortly after he was done speaking, eyelids falling close for now. Mortals were so.. strange. But then again there he was, tagging along with a few of them. It did come to his mind on multiple occasions to just leave them be, seeing most of them were rather.. uninteresting. However, there was something about Ronan that kept him about and the Asmodian prince still had to put his finger on what.

          “Let’s go, the others are probably waiting for us.”

     His words were murmured as he turned on his heels, eventually starting to walk away from the other. Surely, he would be able to patch himself quickly while they made their way.. right?

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{spellknight} - “it’s just a cut, really.”

@spellknight | [ To Dio ]

      Amaranth eyes gazed upon the knight, his tail slowly swaying back and forth as he remained silent, watching the other. Judging by how he was trying to dismiss it as well as trying to hide it the best he could, it wasn’t just a simple cut. A small sigh left the Asmodian as he stepped forward, his non clawed hand reaching out to grab Ronan’s wrist- pulling it away from the ‘cut’ itself.

             “Your behavior truly betrayed you about that, Ronan.”

     His voice was quiet but loud enough for the blue haired man to hear him clear enough. Letting go of the other’s wrist, he turned on his heels and took a few steps back toward where he had been previously standing. But with a swift hand motion and sparks of his magic, he tossed a roll of bandages over to the other.

             "Here, you might have more use of it than me.”