O FORM OF MAN...

gone, gone, the form of man!  arise, the demon etrigan!

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i DOUBT  anybody still following this blog is super  active  but  since  this blog is mostly just an  archive,    if you wanna  reunite  with my  jason and etrigan, you can find them on my new multi  @goldnslumbr  !!

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the marriage thread.

@hraunwyf   //  continued. 

   this sort of solemnity from  etrigan   was  certainly strange,   but it wasn’t necessarily something that one would put past  from  the royalty  from  hell  ( despite being the unruliest  son  of  belial. )    loki’s  words,  the way her words so perfectly  went in tandem with his,   turned  etrigan’s  lips  upward  and seemed to  relieve  some  tension  weighing him down.    this question that he was  longing to ask  was something he had  realized  would change the  scope  of the  rest of  his  long sentence  on  earth  ...     and  for  once,    the demon found himself  a  tad  anxious.   after a  moment,   the  sonnet  began. 

 “since the day we first joined hands, I perceived thee to be mine thine eyes enchanting, uplifting a rotten heart and soul -- our forces together, our stars and planets aligned to coax thy lips into a smile is the demon’s only goal.” 

 and  he was   smiling,   revealing pointed teeth,  raising a  hand  to  tenderly  tuck  a raven curl  behind  her  ear  with his  large,   brutish  claw.  an  unnaturally  kind and  soft  gesture  for the  gruesome demon. 

“many years have passed lifeless, hopeless in vain wrists and ankles in chains, freedom far from his sight; the Earth inflicted on him insurmountable pain but thy hand and thy speech hath restored his might. with thy beauty and thy guile, thy wit and thy power I long for our sides to never again be parted more. of this eternity I have – every day, every minute, every passing hour I believe thou’rt my purpose, the one I’m here for. “

and finally  he  lowered  himself  down  on  one  knee,   hands  still  clasped  in  hers,   red eyes  looking up at her  with  the  same sort of  light,  excitable red eyes    he  had  borne  ever  since the  day that they met.    he brought out a  small ring  of  sleek  silver,    of  medieval  looking  origins.   now that the poem was coming to a close,  he seemed more  confident.   more  hopeful.    it was not often he had hope. 

“beloved Loki, beloved queen, this of you I can only pray I get down on my knee and ask if in your heart I may always stay.”

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brandedboston:

“Oh that’s right. You are one of them non flying demons. Sorry for your loss, EG.”

    arms cross over his chest as he looks up at boston in supreme unhappiness, red gaze trained  disdainfully on  his  red form.   “ brand,   i swear,  when thou getst down    here   --   for thy words,  i’ll give thee something to fear ! “   he  snarls.   “  you irritate me,   you and your wandering soul   --   thou’rt  an  anomaly in the  scheme of  hell’s goal. “

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after a year, i come back to just see how things are and your rhymes are still perfect, never chaaange xoxo

NSDJHNSONRRJHNKJRHNKSDFKNKDHNFKGNDFGJKH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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@brandedboston

   “  boston,  come down here!   i find this quite unfair.  --    thou knowest that etrigan  cannot,  as you do,  fly in the air! “     etrigan looks up at the ghost in the same way that a cat would look up at a bird  fluttering  up  in a tree. 

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   “ FOR ONCE,   ‘TIS NOT   THE DEMON   that has  done this  wrong!   but if thou dost  want  help  finding out  who  did,   he will come  along. “

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toconfrontevil:

Suddenly, he can feel everything in perfect detail. The touch to his face, warm and tingling, the other body against him, gravity pushing them together, he feels all of it. Jim closes his eyes, leaning into the feeling, and when they open again they are a perfect, human blue. Human, for a moment; and within that moment, he realizes there was nothing he could deny him. He would end the world on his command, spare the devil himself if he so desired. He couldn’t do a thing against him, even if he tried. All the lost love, the love that wasn’t real, the love that went away, none of it matters. They led up to this. That’s all that matters.

His delayed response is not hesitation, but rather he was struck dumb by the other man’s words. Yet, when he opens his mouth, he knows exactly what he’s going to say. He puts a hand to Jason’s face, making sure he’s looking at him when he speaks.

“You have me, Jason. Until you don’t want me, you have me.”

  YOU’LL HAVE TO FORGIVE HIM,   jim.   you’ll have to forgive the raw look in his brown  eyes   (because who has ever loved him?  all of him and the things he carried?  who had ever looked at him like that?   who had ever been there?),   the way his expression seems to slacken when he looks into your human eyes. and jason would quite literally want to  kick himself for this later,   but he found himself getting a little   teary.    he holds his gaze solidly,   yes;  rests a hand against the one cupping his cheek,   yes.   but jim’s words overwhelm him when he realizes  the reality,  the truth,   the perfection of their love.    the way that they were really in this and things would never be different.  

tears were not brimming his brown eyes because he was sad.   the smile that began to curve his lips upward as he turned his hand in order to kiss jim’s palm would deny that,   a  beautiful,  perfect tear sliding down his pale cheek.  he was crying because in all of his centuries,    this was the best thing he’d ever been blessed with.   perhaps the only thing.   it wasn’t often that he was nearly speechless due to gratitude,   but now was one of those times.  for a moment,   all the world was was just  jason blood and  james  corrigan,   intertwined together in their  home.  just them and their hearts beating in tandem. 

 “i’ll always want you,  darling.   be assured of that.”   he looks up at him,  moving his hand to rub away his tears.       “ --    sorry.   for the waterworks.   you’re just.  beautiful.   you’re the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

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@vesselbound – x

So. The demon wanted an explanation, did he? Perhaps, then, she needed to explain it to him in a language he would understand. 

The witch took a deep breath and began, 

“From sprawling ages in the past to acts of future days,  Thine terrors have been sung. Of blood and sin the demon thrives Wherever carnage colors the skies and corruption brays;  No mage nor knight could hold thy strength, with war or spells or spies.  Should pride arise now, in times of plenty and wealth galore?  Has mankind birthed a remedy against a demon’s blight When here, in Gotham’s muddy shores, a clown revels in gore?  How then shall man live, forgetful of Hell, alone in night?  Yet man I am not. My soul wanders above the rusty fog;  My eyes hold no cloud of flattering glamour or lost doubt.  Should your violence arise, a ghastly ghoulish demagogue,  This witch shall act with spells so dire, they’d cast demons out.  Shall you complain? Is it risky? Am I a bitch?  Perhaps. Yet all the more shame to be beaten by a witch.” 

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  OKAY.  IT’S IMPORTANT TO NOTE SOMETHING.   in hell,  speaking in rhymes was mainly something that the  upper - class did to show  superiority and whatnot.  etrigan had been doing it since he was a young kid because he was just  really,  really  good at it.   to him,  NOT  speaking in rhyme was a show of  weakness on his part  (therefore making pretty much any modern english speak  a sign of weakness in his eyes).     to etrigan,  the poets of earth were semi-noble  humans  who he could appreciate sometimes!      so,  it’s far to say the  utter   SHOCK   on his face  was due to the fat that the witch in front of him was literally putting herself on a demonic prince’s level.  forgive him for being  shocked speechless at her sonnet.

  after a  LONG MOMENT  of just  looking at her,  etrigan finally   CLEARED HIS THROAT,   looking almost  EMBARRASSED  (was it embarrassment for her or for himself?  who could say!),  hands brushing his hips.    the  shock  faded,  with  IRRITATION  to replace it.   nobody  played  etrigan at his own game! 

 “  --    what is thy intention in speaking in the manner of my kind?    thy lips are unfit to say such words,  witchy miscreant that thou art.   tales of my terror are right,  aye,  my acts unseen to only the blind  --     my humanly counterpart  and  i  on this realm  shall play our part.   man or woman,  witch or human,  no mortal escapes from hellish fate,    and with that said,  thou hast nerve to claim to be above my might.   who is’t that thou art to try  and   set the demon straight?   to speak the demon’s words,  to torment him with thy sight?  who hired thee to act as a demon’s loathsome babysitter?   i have seen horrors worse than thee,   have been reduced to muscle and bone!   ‘tis why thy watchful gaze and flowery words  make the demon quite bitter  --    thou art  all talk,  without any power being shown.   if it is a fight thou want’st,   ‘tis a fight  thou wilt get.    but know that the demon shrinks not before thy empty threats.”

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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  “IF YOU WANT ETRIGAN,    you will have to wait until next month.  thank you and goodbye.” 

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  HE WHIPS AROUND  pretty dramatically  to hear his name called,  LOOKING at the other  with a slightly  alarmed  /  INTERESTED  expression.  waiting expectantly for an explanation! 

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@vesselbound was looking for trouble and boy did they find it

    – Inhale –                  – Exhale –

    “Wot?”

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   NO,  REALLY,    DON’T MIND HIM,   john.   the big scaly monster is just hanging upside-down from the ceiling like a bat.   he outstretched a long arm in order to pick up the bottle of beer sitting besides john,  all of its contents  draining out onto the floor as etrigan  held it upside down  so that he could read the label.  a very considerate demon,  this one was.    “john,  ’tis the cheap stuff thou art drinking!  i pity thee  --   art thou simply thinking?”

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novasparked said:   YES. U CAN. LET ME LOVE YOUR MUSTARD MAN

WAS THAT RHYME INTENTIONAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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LIKE THIS POST FOR A KISS FROM ETRIGAN 

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She pointedly stared from her position in the room, arms crossed. Waiting. Someone needed to be there to make sure everything was fine with this mustard yellow Zora on the loose.

 “WHY DOST THOU  watch the demon  like a hawk?  he does not turn to  THEE  and  gawk.   paint my portrait  if  thou  must;   ‘twould be  better than thy memory,   i trust!”   wow,  an early - modern english version  of    take a picture, it’ll last longer!   the  demon matches her position,  crossing his arms and leaning back,    SCOWL  evident on his  twisted  expression,   as if waiting for her to fire back. 

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"Does it hurt? When you swap out?"

  AS HE BRINGS THE  drink up to his lips,  for a moment,  jason’s eyes seem to lose focus when  jim’s words hit his ears.   did it hurt?  maybe he couldn’t really tell anymore,  since becoming engulfed in flame and suddenly not physically existing anymore  had been a thing he’d done  monthly  (sometimes weekly)  for all of the centuries  that he’d been  alive.   he adjusted himself in the comfortable seat,  set the glass of wine down,   rested his chin in the palm of his hand while  humming contemplatively,   digging in the vast expanse of memories he carried in an attempt to really remember the  sensation.   it happened so often,  it felt as natural as  breathing or sneezing or something like that.   it was tough to put words to something that you’d just  accepted as normal so long ago.

“ …  yes,   i suppose it  does  hurt?  i mean,  i  remember  it really hurting  the first time we did it,  but i think one can mainly chalk that up to  surprise,  since,  you know …   my body  was  literally on fire.”   jason answers,  his tone seeming more  academic  than  casual,  as if he was talking about one of his  paranormal phenomena  as opposed to an extremely  personal  matter.   “but now,   it’s hard to think of it as painful.  it happens so often,   it’s more of a normal thing  that  i’ve accepted.   i’d say the more painful thing  is  when   he  swaps out  with me  as opposed to vice versa,   because i always feel  awfully dizzy,  and he seems to make a point to dump me in a place i very much do not want to be. like in a pile of trash or rocks.”  voice dripping with sarcasm,  he murmured into the rim of his glass: “he’s quite considerate that way.”