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K.A.T. Starter for Stolas from @thethiefsden
Being a relatively new Sinner down in Hell, Kat was not exactly too familiar with the Goetia and especially not their notoriety. So, when she happened by Stolas of all Hellborn, she did not so much as double glance. To her, she assumed he may have been another Sinner or just a type of Hellborn she had yet to pass by.
It would have been easier if it were just a simple passing by.
Not paying attention even in the higher-end streets of Pride, a yell not too far away distracted her just enough. Then, the small rabbit Sinner felt herself hit someone, stumbling as she was stopped in her tracks. A soft squeak left her before she jerked her head up to spot the Goetia there, whom she had just run into.
"So-- Sorry!"
The last thing Stolas had on his mind today was running into anyone. Or at least, people running into him. So it was quite a bit of a shock when he felt someone significantly smaller than him slam into his legs.
He stumbled for a moment, letting out a little squawk of discomfort, looking down an around to see just exactly who and what had hit him, hearing a little squeak and an apology. It appeared to be a sinner, and a rather cute one to boot.
Stolas giggled lightly as he adjusted the bag in his grasp, the entire reason he'd even gone in the first place, still resting in his arms. He gave the woman a small smile as he said, "That's quite alright. Accidents do happen yes?"
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Dang, it's been a minute here too lol
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@stcries
Sunset was nervous.
More nervous than she had probably ever been in her life. More than when she met with Celestia again, more than when she had reached out for Twilight in the crater, more than her very first magic exam.
She was back in the Crystal Empire.
And here to stay too, at least for a while, with the little unicorn taking her own tour of Equestria to see what she had missed after being gone for so long. And now, thanks to some help from Twilight, she had been granted a near immediate audience with the Princess of Love at the drop of a hat.
Now here she stood before the ruler, a small sheen of sweat dripping down her face as she sunk in a low bow, making a point to not look her in the face.
"P-Princess Cadence-" Her voice was low and quivering, like a child on the verge of a panic attack. She might as well have been with as terrified as she was. "I-I come before you... a-and ask your forgiveness. I-I know... I know I might not deserve it after everything I did to you... how... how I left you..."
A sob tore from her throat, one that she tried, and failed, to choke back, the sound coming close to that of a pig that had been lightly stepped on. "I-I'M SORRY!" She suddenly cried, her voice full of anguish and pain. "I'm so sorry for everything! I was such a terrible pony to you, and I never meant to hurt you, and I was just so jealous of you......!"
Her whole body was shaking, but still she refused to look up.
long had it been since she'd seen her, that familiar yellow coat with striking red and golden hair, the unicorn burnt into her memories the same as her name. their last encounter ... hadn't been the best, nor had the times before that. it took a long time for cadence to understand the reason for the other's bitterness, why she lashed out, why she was in turn, treated so coldly. it was only until it was too late that the realization hit.
she couldn't control that she was blessed with a unicorn's horn, evolving from a everyday pegasis to royalty, and at such a young age too, anypony had the right to feel jealous. but to know of sunset's past with celestia, how she was chosen over her, she was right, it wasn't fair. but what could she have done about it?
perhaps that's why cadence allowed for this meeting atop busy schedule, because of who this was. as soon as lavender eyes locked onto the other mare, eyes creased with a slight warmth, happy to see her safe and sound. she greets with a simple bow, simply listening as the words trail off her tongue, expression shifting from happiness to surprised sorrow as her story continues.
"sunset ..." it's all that managed to escape her lips at first, standing frozen before single hoof gently steps forward. "please, it's okay, it's okay. just take some calm, deep breaths, sweetie ..." she isn't sure what to do, how to approach, if physical touch would make this worse. "i'm not mad at you,far from it. i'm just glad to see you're doing well."
Sunset was trembling, head so low to the floor that her horn tip was practically scraping at the marble under her. But still she refused to look up, even as Cadence spoke, her voice still as sweet and soft as ever . . .
Deep breaths, she said. Deep breaths. . .
Nope, that didn't work. When she took her first breath, it came out as more of a hoarse like shudder, and the air that was sucked into her lung felt as if she it was crushing the lungs in her chest. The more she breathed, the worse she felt, and it didn't stop. Her breathes became gasp as she shuddered and dropped to the floor in a shaking ball, tears pouring from her eyes as the memories of nothing but her old cruelness came flooding back to her in wave like cold, harsh tidal.
You're really awful at this! How did you even become a princess?
Geeze, can't you even lift a simple pencil? Even a newborn filly can do that!
You'll never be as good a Princess as Celestia!
Memory after memory hit her, and all she could think about as she let out the first of many harsh sobs, was the feeling of that big Elemental Rainbow slamming into her.
❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ / sasha to dipper lol
Dipper didn't like just how quick he was to actually agree with the blonde standing next to him.
He stared at the scene before him, giving a quick eye to Sasha as she spoke. Four gnomes were tied up at their feet, trembling in terror at not only Dipper, but this now, powerful and very imposing blonde that held a sword at her side, still dripping fresh gnome blood from where she had attacked them in defense.
Muffled cries of terror and fear were shouted through gags, and the leader, an ugly grey haired gnome, actually started crying. Dipper winced in disgust as the little creature did so, gently pushing the gnomes away with the tip of the ax in his hand.
"As tempting as that is, it wouldn't be the best idea. Gnomes have a tight knit community and if any of their ranks, especially their leader were to go missing... well, lets just say that four gnomes are much easier to beat than four hundred. And believe me, unless you have a leaf blower on hand..."
The teen shuddered, not daring to finish his sentence. "But... you are the one they were after. The call is yours."
🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.
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@plantsandpotionz wrote: "Excuse me darling but... Are you alright? That little ruffian didn't hurt you too badly did they?" (For Sallie Mae from Stolas)
“who, this guy? nah, he barely left a scratch on me!” well, even if that’s what sallie said, her appearance clearly stated otherwise. maybe it was the wrath blood that flowed through her veins, or an unnaturally high pain tolerance, but the fresh specks of black blood and bruises against crimson skin were unmistakable. but maybe they were from the perpetrator? who knows, she’s not gonna question it. all she cares about was the fact the scoundrel was unconscious at their feet.
clawed hands hands come down to dust against her outfit. “i had it under control, y’know. but hey, i’m not against thankin’ you from stepping in!” she retorts, friendly smile against her face as gaze returns to the taller figure who just so happened to be in the right place at the right time, single hand reaching out in a handshake. “c’mon now, don’t be shy, i gotta have a name for my saviour, don’t i?”
Stolas's feathers could help but ruffle a little bashfully as a small blush dusted his cheeks at being called her "saviour".
He giggled softly, a hand going to gently hover over his beak as he spoke, bending over slightly to take the hand of the woman before him. Lips lightly caressed the back of her hand as he gave it a soft kiss in his low bow, and shook it lightly for a little good measure.
"Stolas. Er- Prince Stolas, but you can call me Stolas."
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@goetiiaprince
This would be the first time Minima would ever attempt something like this.
Sure, the little duckling had talked to her Papa in the past about stuff like this, but he'd also said she couldn't not try summoning a demon. It wasn't like she was doing so for power, she just needed a little more knowledge.
The book began twisted under her fingers, carried on the vibration of the chant she gave, filling the room. She had the impression it was judging her- the same impression she'd gotten the first time she'd ever laid hands on The Lesser Key of Solomon. But it didn't scoff, it didn't rage. She hadn't thought an invisible magical force could be said to giggle, but somehow that's the impression she got as it focused itself.
It filled the non-smoke from the candles, her heat-shimmer becoming opaque, circling around the spell in a complex pattern that somehow followed the eye-watering star, raising the barrier that would keep the demon away from her before diving into the center, disappearing into the ground. Nervousness, excited, and a little windblown, as it hadn't just affected the area of the circle.
And then silence. The candles burned low, the ceiling-light no one had bothered to turn off dimming with them. Noises from far off could be heard, just at the edge of hearing, sounds that could drive one insane if one listened too closely for too long... interrupted by a noise that sounded disturbingly like a hundred owls hooting all at once.
With the sound came smoke, filling the circle, but not escaping it- black and red, seeming to twist into dozens of feathers as one watched. Minima almost dropped the book as it physically twisted and wiggled in her grasp, forcing it to stay open- she could feel the cover moving, making motions as though it was laughing for a few seconds before it stilled, right about when the smoke began to clear.
He paces the great length of his study, replacing precious tomes in their places upon packed shelves of books on topics of transmutation, astronomy, the exchanges of magic and power, and so forth. Upon tea being brought to his desk, the Prince moves to seat himself behind it once more. Stolas sips the steaming beverage and sighs, lifting his quill to jot down another note in his journal.
The power of conviction was something many lacked and undermined. He thinks this with his own experience in the matter and finds himself issuing a small, irritable noise. Just when he finally settled into a reasonable pace to get some work done, he could feel the edges of his power fray and shift. He was being summoned. The prince felt a jolt of curiosity and surprise both, though it barely managed to touch his agitated state.
He fights the pull at first but can only resist so much. By various laws, efforts, and determination alone, he felt himself give way. Stolas rises from the ornate chair behind his desk and allows himself to dissipate into dark magic and feathers.
His feet touch the floor with a heaviness and the subtle scrap of talons. He leans into his persona and status as Prince of the Ars Goetia. Form held taut and head high, vermillion gaze one that could burn holes through walls if he should desire. When smoke and magic clears, he finds himself gazing from the center of a circle at a small. . . duck? He offers a curious tilt of head and searches the room with a swift once-over. The result: the only other being in the room was the duckling. She summoned him.
Now she had his attention.
❝ You have SUMMONED me. . . what is it you seek, and what do you OFFER in return ? ❞ For now he upholds his threatening and vaguely intimidating aura. But he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit to being absolutely and terribly curious!
Minima watched, her golden eyes widened and her mouth slightly hung open in awe as the massively tall figure of the owl slowly began to rise out of the smoke. She couldn't help but shiver ever so slightly at the scraping of the talons against the hardwood floor, but had noticed that thankfully, they hadn't broken the summoning circle.
That was good at least.
Her heart was racing lightly as the smoke and magic cleared from the air, the little duckling tilting her head up and up and up until she finally met the multiple eyes of the demonic Prince standing in the middle of the circle. She nearly fell over on her back from the sheer height of the owl, but was able to keep her own wits about her.
She blinked, drinking in his words as he spoke and shivering once again. This was the first time she had summoned a demon and her nerves seemed to get the better of her. He little mind registered the words being said, but what came out of her mouth was a flurry of panicked and quick Italian.
"Sì! Ho un'offerta! Non è molto ma..."
The little duckling hurriedly pulls to her a small box with an intricate, hand made look and a small lock, the look of wonder still on her face as her little arms reach out to raise the box over her head for the Prince to take and inspect.
"Ti piace il tè? È una miscela molto rara fatta da un fiore di gelsomino che sboccia solo di notte ogni due mesi!"
["Yes! I have an offering! It's not much but... Do you like tea? It's a very rare blend made from a jasmine flower that blooms only at night every couple of months!"]
@cannibalxroses
Truth be told, Stolas found himself quite uncertain about the true motivation that compelled him to step into Rosie's shop on that particular afternoon. Perhaps it was the insistent pangs of hunger that finally overwhelmed his senses. After all, as he wandered through the streets, the alluring aroma of cooking meat wafted through the air, drawing him in like an irresistible siren’s call, promising a taste of something divine.
As he crossed the threshold, the gentle tinkling of the bell announced his arrival, a sound that seemed to echo through the ages, mingling with the soft strains of vintage music that filled the space. It enveloped him in an unexpected cocoon of tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos of his princely life. The warm scents of the kitchen wrapped around him, igniting a flicker of delight in his heart, and he couldn’t help but shiver slightly at the intoxicating fragrance of roasted pork, each whiff a tantalizing reminder of comfort.
Yet, as Stolas looked around, a peculiar stillness enveloped the shop. It was as if time had momentarily paused, leaving him in a world that felt both inviting and eerily solitary. No one stood behind the counter; the shop appeared abandoned, save for a quaint little bell that sat on the desk, its presence a silent invitation. He approached the polished surface, which gleamed under the soft light, and carefully pressed the bell. The gentle tinkle rang out, a hopeful sound in the stillness.
With a soft, almost reverent sigh, he removed his small hat and crown, casting aside the weight of royal expectation for just a moment. Leaning closer to the empty space, he called out in a voice that was barely above a whisper, “Hello?” The word floated into the silence, lingering like a fragile promise, as he waited with bated breath, yearning for a response—a flicker of connection in the tranquil void that surrounded him.
"One moment darling! I'll be with you momentarily!" The soft, yet distant shout from Rosie could be heard after hearing the bell at the front desk go off. No later than two minutes does the Cannibal Overlord come out with her hair up in a neat bun and a blood stained apron wrapped around her.
Glancing over the counter, she offers the gentleman behind the counter a pleasant smile.
"Sorry for the wait, dear. I was preparing my lunch to have with my afternoon tea. Is there something I can assist you with this fine day in Hell?"
Stolas raised his hands, the delightful little crown waving in his grasp, an amusing accessory that seemed to chuckle at the absurdity of its wearer. With a slightly embarrassed look, he waved his hands, hopefully and trying to weave reassurance into the atmosphere like a charm cast to dispel unease. A charming smile adorned his face as his gaze settled on the owner of the shop.
"Oh, dear, please don’t worry; it’s entirely alright," he said, his voice light soothing and warm. "A thousand apologies if I have caused any disruption to your day. You see, I was simply wandering by when I caught a whiff of your lovely establishment—it smelled utterly divine!" His words flowed effortlessly, like honey cascading from a jar, sweet and inviting, wrapping around the very essence of the place as if to embrace it.
As if to add a humorous emphasis to his point, his stomach let out a deep, rumbling protest—a low growl that echoed through the quaint shop like the playful laughter of a mischievous spirit. A rosy flush crept across his cheeks, a delicate shade blooming against the pale canvas of his skin. "Oh, heh... Sorry that," he chuckled. "I wasn’t quite sure if I had wandered into a restaurant or a shop of sorts. You see, I don’t often find myself traversing the peculiar streets of Cannibal Town."
He paused for a moment, glancing around as if the very walls might offer him a reassuring nod of understanding. "It’s a fascinating locale, honestly. Everyone is so chipper."
A slight brow was raised as she gave a long glance at Stolas. She couldn't help but feel the need to absorb every ounce of a compliment from him. Rosie was quite aware that the Goetia were above her as both an Overlord and a Hellborn.
She would do her best to keep her manners.
"Is that so? Well, I would like to formally introduce you to my Emporium. I sell a little bit of everything and offer all sorts of services for anything to help whatever might trouble you."
At his comment about the town, she gave a toothy grin.
"Why, thank you. I do what I can to keep my people happy. Ah, where are my manners today?"
She offers him her right hand,"Welcome to Cannibal Town, dear. I'm the Overlord here. You can call me Rosie. So handsome, would you like to join me for lunch to make up for my poor manners?"
Stolas couldn't help but widen his own smile as the Overlord flashed him her own. He giggled slightly, and gently took the hand offered in his own. However, instead of shaking it, he gently brought it to his beak and gave the back of her hand a soft, polite kiss, his own little mark of respect for the woman.
"I'd be honored, Madame Rosie." He released her hand and gave the woman a small, low bow. "And I am Stolas, 36th Great Prince of the Ars Goetia."
He rose, giving a quick little look around the quaint shop. "How long have you been in business? It's been quite a while since I last passed through here."
@cannibalxroses
Truth be told, Stolas found himself quite uncertain about the true motivation that compelled him to step into Rosie's shop on that particular afternoon. Perhaps it was the insistent pangs of hunger that finally overwhelmed his senses. After all, as he wandered through the streets, the alluring aroma of cooking meat wafted through the air, drawing him in like an irresistible siren’s call, promising a taste of something divine.
As he crossed the threshold, the gentle tinkling of the bell announced his arrival, a sound that seemed to echo through the ages, mingling with the soft strains of vintage music that filled the space. It enveloped him in an unexpected cocoon of tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos of his princely life. The warm scents of the kitchen wrapped around him, igniting a flicker of delight in his heart, and he couldn’t help but shiver slightly at the intoxicating fragrance of roasted pork, each whiff a tantalizing reminder of comfort.
Yet, as Stolas looked around, a peculiar stillness enveloped the shop. It was as if time had momentarily paused, leaving him in a world that felt both inviting and eerily solitary. No one stood behind the counter; the shop appeared abandoned, save for a quaint little bell that sat on the desk, its presence a silent invitation. He approached the polished surface, which gleamed under the soft light, and carefully pressed the bell. The gentle tinkle rang out, a hopeful sound in the stillness.
With a soft, almost reverent sigh, he removed his small hat and crown, casting aside the weight of royal expectation for just a moment. Leaning closer to the empty space, he called out in a voice that was barely above a whisper, “Hello?” The word floated into the silence, lingering like a fragile promise, as he waited with bated breath, yearning for a response—a flicker of connection in the tranquil void that surrounded him.
"One moment darling! I'll be with you momentarily!" The soft, yet distant shout from Rosie could be heard after hearing the bell at the front desk go off. No later than two minutes does the Cannibal Overlord come out with her hair up in a neat bun and a blood stained apron wrapped around her.
Glancing over the counter, she offers the gentleman behind the counter a pleasant smile.
"Sorry for the wait, dear. I was preparing my lunch to have with my afternoon tea. Is there something I can assist you with this fine day in Hell?"
Stolas raised his hands, the delightful little crown waving in his grasp, an amusing accessory that seemed to chuckle at the absurdity of its wearer. With a slightly embarrassed look, he waved his hands, hopefully and trying to weave reassurance into the atmosphere like a charm cast to dispel unease. A charming smile adorned his face as his gaze settled on the owner of the shop.
"Oh, dear, please don’t worry; it’s entirely alright," he said, his voice light soothing and warm. "A thousand apologies if I have caused any disruption to your day. You see, I was simply wandering by when I caught a whiff of your lovely establishment—it smelled utterly divine!" His words flowed effortlessly, like honey cascading from a jar, sweet and inviting, wrapping around the very essence of the place as if to embrace it.
As if to add a humorous emphasis to his point, his stomach let out a deep, rumbling protest—a low growl that echoed through the quaint shop like the playful laughter of a mischievous spirit. A rosy flush crept across his cheeks, a delicate shade blooming against the pale canvas of his skin. "Oh, heh... Sorry that," he chuckled. "I wasn’t quite sure if I had wandered into a restaurant or a shop of sorts. You see, I don’t often find myself traversing the peculiar streets of Cannibal Town."
He paused for a moment, glancing around as if the very walls might offer him a reassuring nod of understanding. "It’s a fascinating locale, honestly. Everyone is so chipper."
@cannibalxroses
Truth be told, Stolas found himself quite uncertain about the true motivation that compelled him to step into Rosie's shop on that particular afternoon. Perhaps it was the insistent pangs of hunger that finally overwhelmed his senses. After all, as he wandered through the streets, the alluring aroma of cooking meat wafted through the air, drawing him in like an irresistible siren’s call, promising a taste of something divine.
As he crossed the threshold, the gentle tinkling of the bell announced his arrival, a sound that seemed to echo through the ages, mingling with the soft strains of vintage music that filled the space. It enveloped him in an unexpected cocoon of tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos of his princely life. The warm scents of the kitchen wrapped around him, igniting a flicker of delight in his heart, and he couldn’t help but shiver slightly at the intoxicating fragrance of roasted pork, each whiff a tantalizing reminder of comfort.
Yet, as Stolas looked around, a peculiar stillness enveloped the shop. It was as if time had momentarily paused, leaving him in a world that felt both inviting and eerily solitary. No one stood behind the counter; the shop appeared abandoned, save for a quaint little bell that sat on the desk, its presence a silent invitation. He approached the polished surface, which gleamed under the soft light, and carefully pressed the bell. The gentle tinkle rang out, a hopeful sound in the stillness.
With a soft, almost reverent sigh, he removed his small hat and crown, casting aside the weight of royal expectation for just a moment. Leaning closer to the empty space, he called out in a voice that was barely above a whisper, “Hello?” The word floated into the silence, lingering like a fragile promise, as he waited with bated breath, yearning for a response—a flicker of connection in the tranquil void that surrounded him.
@goetiiaprince
This would be the first time Minima would ever attempt something like this.
Sure, the little duckling had talked to her Papa in the past about stuff like this, but he'd also said she couldn't not try summoning a demon. It wasn't like she was doing so for power, she just needed a little more knowledge.
The book began twisted under her fingers, carried on the vibration of the chant she gave, filling the room. She had the impression it was judging her- the same impression she'd gotten the first time she'd ever laid hands on The Lesser Key of Solomon. But it didn't scoff, it didn't rage. She hadn't thought an invisible magical force could be said to giggle, but somehow that's the impression she got as it focused itself.
It filled the non-smoke from the candles, her heat-shimmer becoming opaque, circling around the spell in a complex pattern that somehow followed the eye-watering star, raising the barrier that would keep the demon away from her before diving into the center, disappearing into the ground. Nervousness, excited, and a little windblown, as it hadn't just affected the area of the circle.
And then silence. The candles burned low, the ceiling-light no one had bothered to turn off dimming with them. Noises from far off could be heard, just at the edge of hearing, sounds that could drive one insane if one listened too closely for too long... interrupted by a noise that sounded disturbingly like a hundred owls hooting all at once.
With the sound came smoke, filling the circle, but not escaping it- black and red, seeming to twist into dozens of feathers as one watched. Minima almost dropped the book as it physically twisted and wiggled in her grasp, forcing it to stay open- she could feel the cover moving, making motions as though it was laughing for a few seconds before it stilled, right about when the smoke began to clear.
@thethiefsden asked: "Mum, not that I'm not happy to see you or anything but... do you need something? You've been standing there for a while and it's freaking me out..." (From Octavia for Stella)
“What? Why?” Stella rose from her recline in the doorway, expression lifting from the stone-faced fixture to surprise. What was there to be 'Freaked Out' about? What was she doing? “I did a lot of standing and staring while you were still in your shell, you know.”
Oh, this wasn't about that - don't get sidetracked. Be honest.
“No, I don't need anything, Via.” Stella answered, while smaller voices in the back of her mind debated on whether or not to strike that and reverse it. Should she confess what her real thoughts were? I'm worried about you and your development. You're still young and undergoing an enormous change that I know is fucking you up monumentally. I'm worried your father and I have just notched a milestone in your formative years that may shape you as a young woman. I am worried about you.
No.
Those thoughts would stay inside. At least for the time being. Perhaps she could hint at it and test the waters in some way. Hm.
“How are you feeling, dear?”
Because that wasn't out of the blue.
Octavia couldn't help but cringe ever so slightly at her mother's admittance of her watching the girl, but that was when she was still in her shell. But now...
Now it just made her the slightest bit uncomfortable.
"'M alright. Dad said he was going to make something to eat since I was a little hungry but..."
The girl paused mid sentence, hand set at her own stomach. She was hungry, but Satan, there were just so many thoughts rolling in her own head, just as her had. I'm worried about Dad. I'm worried about you. I know about what happened with Striker at the Harvest Moon festival. Why? Why would you do that? I thought you loved him...
No, those were hard not to blurt out. Instead, all the girl would opt for was, "I'm fine. Just... I dunno... Everything feels all... Fucked up."
"Father. I was... unaware you would be visiting today. What brings you to my abode?" (For Stolas, from @thethiefsden)
"It is every bit your abode as it is mine, owlet." Announce a visit? Preposterous. And no, he is not about to bother bringing this one's name to the forefront of his memory. Perhaps a brief inspection of whatever tomfoolery his offspring is getting up to is in order. It'd be unbecoming to refrain from keeping a close eye, lest some scandal that tarnishes the Goetias' good name comes out in the light.
"I've spent, oh, five minutes here, and seen not a single carpet rolled out. Nary an offer of champagne. Is this how we greet an omnipotent sovereign, dear boy? I taught you better."
|| @thethiefsden
Stolas was quick to act, turning wordlessly to a few of the servant imps, he made a few rapid gestures with his hands and muttered something about the aforementioned champagne, and the imps scuttled off in a flurry of fear and worry.
Stolas turned back to his Father, a single bead of sweat rolling down his face as he swallowed thickly, muscles tensing. "I-I'm sorry, Father. It's just... Had I known you were coming I would have had more time to set everything in order, make it a grand appearance worth of your presence!"
Was he laying it on just a tad bit thick? Yes, but the worry of his wrath far outweighed the idea of his own well-being at the moment. A beat passed and now there was a maid imp next to Paimon, holding up a rather beautiful and expensive looking champagne and glass, already full of course. All that was needed now was the red carpet.
"Via, dear? Are you alright? You've hardly touched your food. Is something troubling you my little Owlette?" (From Stolas, @thethiefsden)
SHE POKED AT HER PLATE with a fork, finding herself without much of an appetite. Raising her head when she heard her father's voice, she frowns somewhat. "I don't know..." She trails off, thinking about all the different thoughts that turmoil within her mind.
"Just a lot going on, I guess." She admits, forcing herself to take another bite of her food despite her lack of hunger. "Teenage girl shit. You don't need to worry about it."
Stolas gently pushed his plate aside, noticing that frown on her face. His heart tensed as a whirlwind of emotions channeled through him all once, but the most prominent one being worry.
His chair gently scrapped across the floor as he made his way to her, pulling up a chair and sitting beside her, setting a gentle hand on her back.
"Oh my Starfire, I'm always worried about you... I know there are... A lot of things going on right now between your mother and I but... If there's anything I can do to help..."
He's staring at her with them big ole peepers. Blinking. Not even saying a word. But then he just—
... Palm is mushing into his cheek.
"Don't you smile at me like that, Stolas - this is serious."
"Whatever do you mean? I see no problems here."
