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@thexhierarchy
“How do you take your tea?”
( corruptedones;; )
He knew it wasn’t the smartest of ideas, but there was this nagging feeling that he knew the answer to the sickness. They had brought in three more patients that night with it. Hysteria was wanting to brew, and that unsettled Gareth – bringing back bad memories. Memories that he wished to never relive. Valencia had told him to trust these feelings – this pulls, but to be cautious.
Gareth was ignoring part of that.
Grady had taken Sable home. A storm was coming in from the West, meaning the lightning bug needed to be home. Storms could be hard on her. It was that opening that left him to his own devices for a few hours, which lead him back to the hospital. Gareth was leaning with his back against the wall nearest the side exit, waiting for the one nurse that he was sure wasn’t all human.
( @thexhierarchy )
It’s an ERRANDS run, really. This isn’t her style, and it’s not her forte, but it’s fun enough--and she’s under orders. Souls were needed--quickly; and what quicker way than to eliminate by natural causes.
Walking through the barren halls of the hospital, Velvet did her rounds as a nurse, as one does--checked the patients and sweet talked them a little bit before leaving them with the small parting gift of a painless, quick death. She wasn’t heartless. Pain was never something she particularly enjoyed ( unless it was the bedroom ).
Done for the night--as EVIL must take a break at some point--Velvet caught the presence of someone waiting for her, watching her, and she turned that the man--that man: GARETH.
“ You forget something? ” she asked kindly, a tone of condescension underlying her words.
ginnxweasley:
We’re going to recapture my creatures before they get hurt. They’re currently in alien terrain, surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet: humans. - Eddie Redmayne as Newt Scamander in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
Natalie Dormer for Harper’s Bazaar
How do you take your tea?
( xjaimerais;; )
“Pity, that.” Straightening up in her seat, the demon pursed her lips, disappointment clear on her face. “You know just as well as I do that there are exceptions to that little fact. Look, it’s mutually beneficial. I happen to get a fair share of souls when I’m out and about. I split what I get with you, I mean, what demon doesn’t enjoy a nice chunk of souls?” One could only hope he wasn’t the exception to that particular rule.
Marax would be a FOOL to turn down extra souls for the price of not getting out of his seat. Sitting back in his seat, he considers her words for the first time, balancing the pros and cons of making some sort of pact. “How does this BENEFIT you at all?” he asks plainly, crossing his legs one over the other. “What’re you getting out of this?”
Through darkness passion spreads
( beyondtheteashop;; )
He laughed cheerily when she yelped at him. It was only a small thing, but making her make some noise was a victory in his eyes. He was willing to believe that she didn’t often get pinned like this. Especially with the way she tore at clothes.
He let out a grunt when she stroked him, pressing her more firmly against him and slipping his hand between them. He pressed his fingers against her slit, stroking her slowly, feeling just how wet she was.
“Oh yes. But tell me, doll, how eager are you for me to fuck you?”
Noises didn’t come from Velvet easily—to have this man force it out of her using surprise had her immediately impressed, finding that tonight would be a night where she would actually be getting some action tonight. She spread her legs for him; there was no time for teasing right now. They had a challenge set before them—one proper round in the elevator, and by the looks of the number he pressed, they had quite some time in this box. Velvet gave her best slutty moan as she looked at the man with big, lustful eyes.
“I want it so bad,” she breathed, grinding her hips into his hand as her fingers stroked him faster. “I bet you know how to use that cock of yours, big boy. Wanna see how good you can use it, how good you are. Want you to make me fucking scream.”
( lxthologica;; )
… Well, this conversation has officially moved from annoying to somewhat weird. It’s not often that people notice when Alex goes rooting around in their head – normally he’s better than that, doing nothing to give away his presence, and on the few occasions that people do they definitely never realise it’s him, and they also never even stop to consider that it could possibly be an actual fucking telepath.
He figures he might as well feign ignorance for a bit, even if he is a bit pissed off that his attempt to give this guy – Adrian, it seems - a headache didn’t work.
“…What?”
Dealing with anything or anyone supernatural is weird, and Adrian just gives a small chuckle, finally getting off of the man’s equipment. The fun part about being a demon is that one becomes hyperaware of consciousness and being. Alex digging around in his head is so blatantly obvious to Adrian; and whatever he happens to be is of no consequence to the actual damned.
“Oh, you thought I was human,” he laughs, clapping a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “Try again. Even supernatural creatures and people like you can be just as stupid as regular humans. It’s what really sets you apart from me and you.”
( xjaimerais;; )
“Cool your jets, sweetheart. No need to get your panties all in a twist. I’m just trying to be nice. Too many demons are at each others’ throats nowadays. Believe it or not, I’m actually trying not to add another set of jaws to mine.” Making a vague gesture to him, she curled her upper lip. “I want to make a partnership, an alliance, a deal, whatever you want to call it.” Flat-out admitting it was just no fun, not when they got all snippy like Marax just did.
Marax’s eyes NARROW. Alliances are made for security or for deception. Either way, he has no business with getting involved with this demon. Where is the merit for him? He’s one of Hell’s top dogs, an associate of Astaroth’s himself. What does he need an ALLIANCE for? “We make deals with humans--not each other. Your efforts are wasted.”
@wolfixis
( lxthologica;; )
Right, that’s it. Question or no, this guy is getting a headache and he’s getting one now. It probably won’t convince him to get off Alex’s extremely very expensive lights, but it will make him feel better. A lot better. He’s petty like that, and really doesn’t give a fuck.
It’s the work of a moment to slip a little deeper into the guys head. Alex’s telepathy is mostly uncontrolled but he can control it a little, if and when he needs too. His mental gaze shifts, flickers, skimming through thought and memory without really paying it any attention until- there it is. A pause, a twist, and Alex sets a dull pain radiating through this guy’s head. Serves you fucking right.
(He may give him a little five-second icepick headache on his way out too. By accident.)
“It’s rude to break people’s equipment. We could sue you.”
Adrian smiles at the concentration on the man’s face. It’s hilarious, really--beause he can feel it, can feel how he’s digging, digging, trying to find what makes him tick, but he supposes that he’s only ever dealt with humans--mundanes.
Nothing like Adrian.
He just crosses his legs, tilting his head, as if expecting more from Alex.
“Is that it? I expected more out of someone like you, but I like your enthusiasm, kid.”
{ lxthologica }
Okay, one headache coming right up then. Alex has warned the guy, has told him to get off his equipment multiple times – it’s not like there’s plenty of spare chairs around for him to sit in – and he still hasn’t budged. He knows that a headache is unlikely to convince him to move either, but fuck it, he’s feeling petty and he’s annoyed and this guy still isn’t moving so yeah, a headache feels pretty fair to him.
“Someone doesn’t want to have to explain to his boss why he suddenly needs three grand worth of new lights,” Alex snaps back, and he crosses his arms with a GLARE. He’s just about to reach out again, is just about to bury into the guys head and tug until a headache forms when the stranger speaks again. Fine. Alex isn’t as dickish as that.
“…I’ll answer that if you get off my lights. There are these things called chairs, you know. You may have heard of them.”
Touchy, touchy. What is it with humans and their material objects? Well.. it must be some demon influences at work--greed and what have you. Adrian doesn’t care much for material covets. What use are they in the afterlife? What use do they have even now for him? Lane would probably inform him of the wonders of having money and luxury, but Adrian doesn’t give a shit.
Spreading himself further on the equipment, he toes at a loose wire, wondering if he pulls on it hard enough will it snap--or will this man snap before the wire? It seems humans are easier to snap than Adrian thought.
“You should answer it now--it’s rude to leave people hanging.”
{ xjaimerais }
The look she gave him now was incredulous. “…Tea. Lying and tea.” A shrug after a moment, a sharp inhale taken. “Alright, then. Good to know.” Maybe a cup of tea would get this fallen to like her a little more. One could never have too many allies, especially in their realm. “I’m more of a coffee fiend myself, but nothing wrong with a strong cuppa tea.”
Marax doesn’t particularly like anyone unless they serve a purpose for him--entertainment, in some cases. Most demons Marax doesn’t see fit to be in the same level of sin: like KASIMMIR, the romantic devil; or CECELIA, the copy-cat bitch. VELVET deserves her place in Hell though--with just the same amount of PRIDE as Marax, except she’s aggressive enough to get what she wants. Marax prefers to coax it out of people. They both play games though, so they can bond over that. This demon, however--it would take more than just tea to get on his good side. “Right, I feel like you’re wasting my time with pleasantries at this moment, so if that’s all... piss off.”
Through darkness passion spreads
{ beyondtheteashop }
She pressed against him and he smirked. At least he knew that she was enjoying this just as much as he was, the teasing and the pleasing. By the time they actually got together, they’d both be quite riled up.
His eyes darkened with lust when her fingers tugged at his belt. “You are eager, aren’t you.” He pushed her backwards into the elevator, then pinned her against the wall. “Go ahead, undress me now.”
She was definitely enjoying this. It wasn’t often that Velvet met someone who could reach her standards, get her interested and motivated to please and work for something, but it was fun and exciting and thrilling.
Pinned against the wall, she let out a small yelp at the feel of the railing hitting her back before her hands quickly tugged at Jacob’s belt, tearing it open as she rubbed him through his pants with one hand, her other hand reaching beneath her dress and pulling off her underwear.
“You’re eager too, aren’t you?” she teased, fingers running along his hardening cock.
{ lxthologica }
That’s it, Alex is 90% certain he’s going to have to kill this guy at some point, or at the very least give him the worst headache of his life. He’s fairly certain he might even be able to get away with it, too. What? No, officer, I was forced to do it, I swear. He broke all my very expensive equipment, see? Oh, and he was smoking inside.
Alex reaches over and plucks the cigarette from the man’s hand, extinguishing it on the floor as he slips into his head for just long enough to give him an unpleasant NUDGE. It shouldn’t feel like much, should just feel like a sudden ice-pick headache lasting only a few seconds, but it’s something.
And maybe it’s petty, but Alex feels a bit better for it.
“No smoking inside,” he says, and ignores the comment about his shoe. It’s tied up, and he knows it. “And they’re pretty good fun, alright? Like, have you ever heard of Bat Boy? Weirdest fucking musical ever. So what if people sing at random? And get off my fucking equipment.”
Adrian doesn’t care. Cigarettes can be purchased anywhere, but he’s sore that this man won’t let him just live for a second. He spreads himself all over the equipment, staring at the man with a cool gaze, tapping his finger on one of the cases as he just stares.
“Wow. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,” he mutters, fingers moving down the case, flipping the latch open and close over and over again, creating a loud, obnoxious sound--but he still stares at the man.
“Do you ever just feel EMPTY inside?” he asks, snapping the latch closed once more and leaving it alone--silent, for once.