#xxelloss

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@xxelloss @magickforged

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[motherednature]

           ‘ but you do enjoy things. ’ she’s sitting next to him at the table in her quarters, which is of course sealed off to anyone who would like to lend an eavesdropping ear. ‘ ice creams, stews...gods, you eat more than i do. ’ the archmage leans forward now, eyes glinting with curious fervor. nothing malicious pervades her aura, however. and she has never been anything less than generous towards the mazoku she sometimes calls cub. 

          ‘ what goes through your mind? when you eat. when you sing. what is it that prompts your hands to partake in more, even when no one is watching? ’

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[wheretreasureglitters]

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Xelloss’s left eyebrow twitches and he swallows a high-pitched guffaw.

    “Why, Lina, how did you know?  That’s distressing.  Is my air of mystery waning these recent years?”  

An amethyst cat-slit eye peeks open; the pupil contracts into a diamond-slit.  

   “Are you impugning my ability to blend in?”

The giggle in the demon’s voice isn’t quite tame, even now.  He tilts his head and disarmingly lush, violet bangs tumble over a shoulder. He knows what he’s doing.  His voice shifts swiftly, imperceptibly, from a bagpipe whine to velvet.

   “Don’t forget, little Slayer, who has used, deceived, threatened, championed, and exalted you.  Every moment you’re in my company unscathed … . ”

Is a moment I, so very far from a mere human, choose to keep you and yours living.

She knows it. He knows she knows it.  It’s a strange game of feigned mundanity they always play, this unfathomably powerful monster, and this unfathomably talented sorceress.  But sometimes, Xelloss feels it necessary to tacitly remind each and every one of the Slayers that he both is and isn’t one of them.  

It’s why he’s both the most harmless and the most dangerous being Lina Inverse will ever meet.

 He peels off a glove, and traces a bare forefinger up her throat, taking  care to trace her jugular, and caress her jaw.  

   “You’ll have your forgettable escort. Your camouflage.  Relax.”  

The touch caused Lina’s body to react, though probably not in the way he had wanted, given how he’d tried to infuse sexual tension into the situation. She stiffened as she battled her temper, her expression swapping from amused at his chagrin at being caught to annoyance at his touch. “Yeah, yeah, the poor pitiful mortal girl is only alive because it amuses the great and powerful monstrous mazoku. I wasn’t doubting your skill in hiding what you are, I just didn’t want you to think I was asking you on a date or anything.” Because it was totally entirely business.

Her rose-colored glare met his, keeping it locked as she reached up and pushed the bare hand away from her skin. “And even if you’re escorting me somewhere, that still doesn’t give you the right to touch me without permission. Which I have not given. Didn’t think you were one to be rude.”

[ichorydock]

@xxelloss

[ continued from X ]

Filia starts to protest as Xellos, ever a beacon of discord and a harbringer of destruction, tramples a singular tomato vine, but falls silent as he kneels before her.

The plucking of a singular seed from her hands is such an intimate act that her fingers twitch as his brush them, and her eyes flick between the seed and his violet irises so frequently that she loses herself for a moment.

And suddenly he is touching her again, his lips on hers, his fingers to her cheek, and it’s the most innocent, gentle gesture she’s ever received or witnessed from him.

“My trowel,” she murmurs, in the breath he leans away, but nods, lashes fluttering closed just before his mouth finds hers again.

“I’m afraid that if I answer you, you--you or me or the universe will conspire to ruin it all, the way it always does,” Filia sighs, resting her forehead against Xellos’s for just a moment of vulnerability, a moment of letting her guard down--too shy to indulge his sincere what-ifs, instead letting herself enjoy a moment that feels almost sweet, if incomplete--if scandalously unspoken.

Before one of them ruins it.

[pastryck]

             ‘ demons can be pretty cool! ’ jester says with a casual shrug. the young blue tiefling exudes a chaotic joy and general air of silliness and frill. a little naive considering the power of the other, but she seems to be oblivious, chattering away like it’s sunday brunch.

            ‘ i mean you know the deal with tieflings right? like what i am? we all got cool horns and come in a buncha cool colors ‘cuz our ancestors were like damned or something. so like i’m blue, but my mom is red, and i had a friend who was purple, and people get really freaked out by us sometimes because i guess we’re supposed to be evil but we’re actually pretty nice! i mean. most of us. i mean you can find bad people in any race or whatever. ’

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[motherednature]

          THERE IS NO use trying to hide from mother nature. especially when she has invested time and effort into maintaining a relationship, both of which are resources she rarely gives to other creatures outside her family. she keeps her distance from xelloss because she knows him. a soothing, gentle voice paired with soft hands hold no meaning to him, and thus she approaches this very differently.

         ‘ no, ’ she answers simply. ‘ you look capable enough, in fact, you look so tightly wound you look as through you will spring and snap at any second. ’ which isn’t you, is what she is implicitly saying. ‘ well? ’

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[ichorydock]

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[ continued from X ]

Filia cannot believe what she is hearing.

Hers and Xellos’s ‘relationship’, if you could call it such, has been a wonky, topsy-turvy mess of confusion and unspoken miscellaneous trite for as long as she can remember, and their having complicated it as of recently hasn’t done much to change that, even if it’s changed everything else.

And Filia hates herself for having had expectations of this man. This... demon.

“Miss Filia! Oh, isn’t that rich!” she exclaims, dried blood still crusted on her cheek, cracking under the way her mouth moves so incredulously. “Go on! Call upon that much-needed acquaintanceship when it best suits you, call upon anything else whenever you like!”

She takes in a deep, shuddering breath and turns away, arms crossed, nails digging deep into her skin.

“My abilities to protect my son,” she hisses through gritted teeth, “are not a part of this conversation--You wanted this, right? You wanted me. Well, I’m not a toy for play time, Xellos! If I say I need you... shouldn’t that be enough for you to understand?”

Words are tumbling out of her mouth faster than she can articulate thought, and it’s crushing her because this man, this monster, is such a carefully constructed machine of banter and semantics and she’ll never, ever get away with being so un-composed around him. He’ll never take her seriously, especially not when she asks him to.

She twitches towards the exit, the very thought almost too much to contend with, to try for.

[ichorydock]

*yanks tail* //xxelloss

Filia’s tail comes out in a myriad of instances, testament to either extreme–stress or relaxation. As of this moment, she’s incredibly comfortable, lounging on the couch longways with a good book and a cup of mango tea. Valgaav is being cradled by Gravos in the nursery, and Xellos is supposedly knitting across the room, here for the best brewed tea this side of Flagoon and, perhaps, some gossip if she’s willing.

Flattery did always get her to let her guard down.

“YEE-OUCH!” she howls, dropping both book and tea in her wild surprise and hurry to clasp both hands to the back of her skirt.

“Wh–Xellos!”