#theduchessofthieves

[damnata]

1/2/3 for Gawain xoxo

1. What is one thing others might find intolerable about them?

uhhh he doesn't actively try to be a cunt to anyone ??? like all things considered he's actually pretty nice but um. idk is also kinda shy he doesn't rly know how to socialize properly....... so i guess some people would be put off by that??? n after a while of being a reaper like. he swears a lot is pretty violent etc, so there's that too

n then also idk. there are tiny things like.... oh you need something cutting??? here is my bLOODSTAINED WEREWOLF MADE DAGGER, THE ONION IS CHOPPED so that's not the best thing to happen in ur kitchen

2. Do they have any annoying quirks? If so, what are they?

uhhhh he does tend 2 be overly nice to ppl he's just met??? which is smtimes a lil heavy. so

n then again, there's the stuff about chopping onions or smth with daggers and..... ye

3. Name one or more of their bad habits.

his nails are literally like. constantly bitten they dont exist.... n mainly bc of that he has loads of lil tiny cuts on the ends of his fingers n it's like Ow so uh. that's fairly generic

but then there are sm other fun things like. idk. he tends to be Pretty Impulsive anyway and uh........... major things don't rly go wrong ??? him and siblings survive, amos is okay, etc, but still um. not the best habit

[damnata]

   Political functions are always more fun when Marian is there too, but Fenrir is just as good.

   She'd be lying if she said she was here for the politics, but it's fun regardless. Hell has such a tendency to leave valuables around - not that she'd ever be able to sell them for anything, unless she bargained them off in another circle, but it's the principle of the thing. What she can take, she does. And it's fun.

   Sidling up behind a demon - or something, but she can't be bothered to check - she reaches for another glass of whatever it is they have, grin sliding onto her face. They don't look particularly happy, she notices - but they do look pretty. Even if their dress is a little ridiculous.

   If she's going to come to these things, she may as well enjoy herself.

   "Having fun?" Raising her eyebrows at them, she smiles, tilts her head. Half the valuables in the room are tucked into the pouches on her belt, more in Fenrir's - she was running out of room and she needed somewhere to put them. "For one of the ones who threw this travesty, you'd think you'd be enjoying it more."

[damnata]

   There'd been ample opportunity for her to get out of this, so really, she supposes she only has herself to blame.    It felt like an impossible choice, though, despite her father's constant reminders that it was only a possibility. She's never met Valefar - only heard of her, and her father before, but if it was something that might improve Hell, then she couldn't say no. What she wants rarely seems to matter to her anymore in the face of doing something.

   It's not as if she's particularly averse anyway; more nervous. After Sariel, her single attempt at a relationship went as disastrously as it could - her fault, again. Even if this isn't anything to do with emotions, she's far too conscious of what she might be throwing away.

   She tries to put it out of her mind. Meridit is - and always will be - a friend, maybe closer than that, but it doesn't matter anymore. And she wants to do this. Theoretically.

   She's spared from dwelling on events from a millenium ago by the door opening, finally. Looking up from staring out at Pandemonium through a window, she lets her hands fall to her sides, suddenly realizing she doesn't know what to say. This is difficult; but it shouldn't be. She's been trained for things like this all her life.

   "Duchess." Nodding to her, she turns around, falls short on what to say next - again. "- Valefar?" She's never actually seen her, or a picture, and it's difficult to tell if this is her or an ambassador. But by the way she's dressed, she'd guess the first. "You know who I am. It's -" a pause, "an honor."

[sleepheavily]

It's not often that she actually attends this sorry excuse for a party that Lucifer calls a 'political gathering' - there's been no blood spilled as far as she knows,  and she hasn't made out with anyone - but she can hope that will be rectified later. For now, she's slipped away to get some burnt tasting air outside the hall. She won't be missed for a few minutes; the last thing she had seen included Bela trying to calm Fenrir before he and Astarte started another fire over a funny look. Someone usually manages to pull them apart before, but if not, it's a decent story to tell.

Huffing out a breath, she leans against the wall - glances back at someone following her path through the door. "'lo." A demon, by their attire. Even if the denizens of Hell got more dressed up for things like this, she's always been far more comfortable in armour. "Missing the show?" Turning back, she looks up at the sky, bites back a grin. "If you're quick, y' might be able to place bets." If she relaxes, reaches for the deadness inside her, she can just about feel their aura - cambion. Close enough. "There's about to be a brawl, 'f you missed it. Reapers don't come to a party without at least one fight."

[damnata]

   "There's been a what?"

[atimy]

   ❝ Go and tell Agares. I don't care. ❞

[adgmach]

   "-- seen Satan around here lately?" A beat. "In the last hour."

[adgmach]

   Hanging a whip on the wall, he stares at them, lifts his chin. "You're here for a reason?" It's worth trying to seem confident.