the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter #23: Your muse roughly kisses mine
He wasn’t expecting to see John here. It shouldn’t surprise him - —they’ve crawled all the same dive bars in the same skin once— - but Johnny chose this one specifically because he didn’t think he’d run the risk of outing his double here. Much as he hates the prick, he doesn’t intend to kill the original model (at least not right away) and it’s convenient not to have the whole of his bloody home town catch on to how he’s in two places at once now.
A slow night and a quiet pint turns into a dead lull and eight pints in the space of a few lazy sighs.
He’s just hitting his stride when the bloody coat comes in the doorway. A few surly blinks of confusion serve as a greeting and when the bastardscowls over his way and makes a beeline to the dim little corner, the demon stiffens, fists clenched, ready to have a fuckin’ go. My pub.
You try to be fuckin’ respectful and what does this git do but take offence.
He sees red, eyes finally glassing over with that familiar demonic sheen.Johnny stands up to square his jaw off at John. A hand reaches for himthrough beer-distorted perception, and he’s bracing to feed the bastard his knuckles when he gets in close— closer— too close.
There’s a heartbeat of uncertainty ⇝ ⇝ ⇝and then John’s snarl clamps teeth into his lower lip, tugging firmlyin a way that makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. There’s heat to follow in sharp nips at his mouth and then the firm press, and before Johnny knows it he’s kissing his creator back with a fervour he’ll have to blame on the alcohol later.
The spark of the magic catches and his eyes w i d e n, the demon staggers back with all the offended hurt of a wounded pet, blood running down his lip. A transference?He feels dark poison crawl down his throat into his gut. It’s a fucking curse, and John’s palmed it off on him.
“You— you fucking bastard!” he growls, accuses, before veins of light sear against his retinas and he loses track of everything but the throbbing in his temples.
