#takedcwn

[bloodstrings]

@takedcwn mocked, ❝ you should be addicted to shuttin' the fuck up. ❞ he has, of course, absolutely no intention of shutting up himself. arsenal - demon of demons, bastard of bastards - has all the arrogance in the world to use his halberd as a walking stick, leaning against it with a shit-eating grin practically splitting his face in two. ❝ c'mon, linh. just admit it. you have a soft spot for me. ❞ (to linh im so sorry)

" oh, but you'd hate that, wouldn't you? not being able to hear my voice anymore, all the horrible and terrific things i have to say about you. you'd just have to imagine everything ... though maybe you already do that when i'm away. "

she mimicks him, of course — anything to piss him off, get on his nerves — leaning on her longsword in the same way. her arms fold over the hilt, leaning her head on her forearms, head tilted so her hair falls one way.

" i do, " she says, a hand folding towards her lips and then back towards him, blowing a kiss. " the same kind of soft spot you have between your last two ribs on your left side. just as fragile, just as lethal. "

[inflamedtears]

❦ @takedcwn ⌜closed starter⌝

   grayson stops in the doorway, tall frame leaning against it as he looks towards the other. “are you still not talking to me?” he seems to question, arms coming up to cross over one another as he let out some sort of huff. “seriously because i don’t like the color that you want the cabinets to me?” gray asks, knowing that maybe he should had just went with it but he disliked it against the rest of the colors in the kitchen and the house, in general. 

[takeabbyte]

@takedcwn asked: it's quick. this is not a prolonged affair or moment wherein time - at least for him - slows to a crawl. it's a lean forward, a quick kiss to the temple, the scent of blood and whiskey rolling off from him like low tide. ❝ would you let me eat you? ❞ this is not the most insane thing arsenal has ever said. it is, however, perhaps one of the most personal; to eat is to hold in oneself for evermore. how else could he show adoration? ☆ ┈ ┊ unprompted.

fingers  curl  in  the  fabric  of  the  other's  shirt  as  he  leans  forward  ;  abby  is  never  sure  what  to  expect  from  arsenal  when  he  drinks.  are  they  going  to  fight  or  fuck?  the  kiss,  however,  catches  him  off  guard.  the  question?  well  .  .  .  yeah,  that  kind  of  catches  him  off  guard,  too.  it  isn't  just  the  question  that  gets  him,  it's  the  fact  that  arsenal  is  asking.

abby  is  surprised  he  doesn't  just  do  it.

"hah."  soft  breath  leaves  him  as  eyes  flutter  closed  for  a  brief  moment,  taking  in  the  scent  that  is  arsenal,  mixed  with  the  whiskey.  the  blood  is  normal.  "'course  i  would,"  he  answers  easily,  looking  at  him  through  heavy  lidded  gaze.  there  is  a  loyalty  he  feels  for  arsenal  ;  there  is  .  .  .  something  stronger  he  feels  that  he  refuses  to  put  to  words.

hand  rises  to  slide  up  into  the  other  demon's  hair,  fingers  gripping  onto  short  locks  and  guiding  him  down  to  exposed  neck.  "i'd  beg  you  to  do  it  slowly.  i  want  to  feel  your  teeth  rip  into  me,"  he  breathes  against  his  ear,  allowing  himself  a  moment  to  indulge  them  both.  "would  you  give  me  that?"

[forebcding]

it's rare that he seeks her out. not out of a particular fear or dislike of her company, of course; gwi-ma simply keeps him busy. if anything, the breaks in their chats make the next coming one all the more anticipated.

he waves to her now with a demon's head still held tight in his hand.

❝ oi, yeong-won !! you'll never guess what this fucker said 'fore i took his head off his shoulders !! ❞

@takedcwn

fingers  rake  through  dark  strands,  separating  and  detangling  each  and  every  knot  gently,  removing  flakes  of  dry  blood.  it's  been  yet  another  slow  day,  trapped  in  the  underworld  as  she  is, and her meager meals are only so filling. thus,  feeling  another  demon's  presence  approach  is  a  most  welcome  change  ⸺  especially  realizing  that  it's  arsenal  that  deigns  to  visit  her.  eyebrow  twitches  briefly  hearing  the  man  bellow  out  a  crude  insult  towards  his  latest  victim,  although  she's  quick  to  smoothe  out  her  expression.  she  knows  him  well  enough  by  now  for  his  crude  patterns  of  speech  to  be . . .  tolerable.

❝ hm . . .  ❞  gaze  travels  from  the  demon  to  the  head  dangling  in  his  hand.  empty  expression,  eyes  glazed.  there's  blood  still  dripping  to  the  ground  'neath,  drawing  a  soft  smile  from  yeong-won.  with  a  slow  exhale,  she  drops  her  hands  into  her  lap.  ❝  perhaps  that  he  will  kill  you?  or that  you  cannot  kill  him?  or  something  equally  foolish. ❞  it's  a  rather  common  occurrence  in  her  experience  ⸺  denial  turning  into  manic  overestimation  turning  into  despair  turning  into  the  highest  degree  of  agony.  a  beautiful  process,  truly.  ❝ but  do  enlighten  me,  dear  arsenal.  i'd  welcome  a  surprise.  ❞

[beastm4ker-archived]

He’s pacing around like an anxious dog. How dare some old man criticize his work?? His gifts for Gwi-ma?? HOW DARE HE???

[fugue-states]

❝    you know, i hear a lot of things, roaming around as i do, ❞ hums the demon, rocking back and forth on his heels. his eyes study the sky; his lips are curved up into a grin. ❝ now, pure curiosity here, indulge me - i heard you can't be caught in a foot race. ever go against someone who can, say, simply be at the finish line before the bout has started ?? ❞ (to iris!)  

the corner of iris' pierced mouth twitches into something resembling a smirk. one slender hand runs down the vampire's jaw in thought, head tilting side to side. it wouldn't be the first time, or the last, this sort of question was posited for him, but his confidence doesn't waver much.

instead, a handsome laugh leaves iris, one hand pressing to his hip as he regards arsenal.

" well, it wouldn't be the first time someone had an unfair advantage. i'd take it as a ... welcomed challenge. "

that annoying smirk of confidence on his lips grows into a fanged grin.

" so let's do it. fair warning — get me too excited, and i'll bite. "

[sulkiin-a]

unprompted | accepting | @takedcwn said ... an appreciative whistle. ❝ someone's had a fun time. ❞ he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, lets his eyes wander for a beat before returning to the creature of the hour. ❝ gotta ask - are you normally prone to do that kind of shit ?? ❞

ㅤ Many times over, had they fallen to him. Corpse, after enraged corpse. Lance, in his hand, dripping dark, dark blood near where feet have planted themselves, PRIMAL KILLER doing all to catch his breath. Injuries sustained are minor, but noticeable. How irritating. Yet, he cannot let down, his guard, yet.

Tip of weapon, poised and aimed at the throat of intruder, pupils thin slits, as Chimera growls, low, guttural. No matter, who appeared at the crest of beings' body, HE, TOO, WAS SOME BREED OF MONSTER.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ WHO ASKS. ❞

Tail, prehensile, takes hold of lances' body, a glaive of great power, of great make. VIYAS, DID WELL ON THIS LITTLE PROJECT, and Melynerys, had done even better in maintaining it. Snort leaves the dragon, of smoke, of anger. Heat, in the pit of his belly, rises, rises, RISES as flame kindles, sparks, thrives.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ This is no place for little things like you. ❞

[herbariam]

❝ y'know, in all my travels, never met someone with hair like yours. gotta ask - is the red just a fancy magic dye job ?? no way that color's actually natural. ❞ for once, it appears to be genuine curiosity from the bastard of the hour; evidently, wherever he hails from, gingers aren't quite as common as you'd think. (to ireis!!)

The woman smiles, though it's one that does not quite reach her eyes. “Of course it is. As natural as the rubies that slummer in the mountains.” Or at least as 'natural' as such things mattered to the dragon. This form she had taken was but a pale reflection of the sheer awe-inspiring majesty that was her true draconic body. But the fact most creatures found her stunning even in this form would need be enough for her at the moment.