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"The fuck you looking at?" He growled, as he stormed by the other, seemingly not caring that he was the Ringmaster.
Abel’s growl was met with another from Viktor. “That’s not something you say to the man who’s given you a place to live here.” It hadn’t even been five minutes since they’d walked past each other and it already looked like it would be a fight.
Demon Traps
Ever since coming to the circus, Nibi has been especially paranoid about Julchen protecting herself. The god was not a pushy type though, so Julchen took them seriously. Or, well, as seriously as she could. Not being a very cautious person, she didn’t think much about it at first, promising to eventually brush up on some spells, charms, and other warding practices. Finally, after a bit more pushing, Julchen was finally doing just that.
From Nibi’s suggestion, she started to make some demon traps. Nibi explained how to make them for the most part, since Julchen had never really had a need for them before. She hid the first one under a rug, which was kind of in an awkward place, and just waited nearby nonchalantly. Julchen honestly did not think she would catch anything, but Nibi insisted waiting. While she waited, she ate some popsicles to pass the time.
💤
Running around and causing trouble takes a lot of energy out of a kid, especially when that kid doubles as a tiger cub. Örjan, tired from a long day, had found Abel taking a nap and so had decided that he would too. He’d fallen asleep curled up on the man’s chest, no signs that he’d wake up soon.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
[QUICKLY LOOKS AWAY] [she definitely wasn’t staring at him practising-- no--nope]
I uh, don’t know what you mean. [SWEATS]
"Thank Lucifer, one of you that doesn't talk."
Gillian gave him a bit of a deadpanned look. “Imagine being me.” Everyone else in the circus, seemed very talkative, unfortunately. “Damn Lucifer, for I am stuck in the loudest of Hells.” Though, he was mostly just responding in kind. For the most part, he didn’t mind. It was only frustrating when he couldn’t find a way to communicate with someone. “Please tell me you sign.”
"Let's see... boiling water or red hot iron next..."
“Doesn’t matter what you go on about what you think what will happen next, I’ll beat you with them all if you keep up with being a shit,” Viktor spat, glaring at the man- demon thing. “Enough of your demon shit here.”
“I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”
“You’re finally out of fucks? You look like you ran out of them ten years ago! What made you give up that last one? Was if from work or you know,” Lutz wiggled his eyebrows at Abel, an extremely wide grin on his face.
❛ I do have a few things wrong with me, but those are strictly problems I keep inside. ❜
“Inside where?” Gilliant signed to Abel, tilting his head as if honestly interested. The interest did not quite reach his eyes though and he honestly didn’t care.
