tall asshole it's short bitch apparently it's drunk text demons night how's it hanging piss anyone off recently? like i mean, truly and spectacularly, would win awards from how you made them melt down sort of piss off assuming you didn't actually melt them down if you melt someone down can you turn them into a trophy? is that a thing in hell?
May I suggest being a tad wary of which demons you text while inebriated, some are less hospitable than others. But enough of the nearly good advice from me, there has been no melting down of people as of late though, now that you bring it up, I am curious as to how that would play out. I have never been the type to keep souvenirs of my kills, but trophies kinda sound nicer.
How morbid is it to have a bone trophy though? Not that I care but--
Anyway, nothing too new, how have you come to such a beautiful state this evening?
i'm not texting strange demons i'm texting demons that i have at least spoken to once in person, and/or slept with or received announcements of their sexual prowess from
bone trophies make sense but i was wondering about all the other stuff that comes off the bone
it sounds really disgusting in text now that i've said it
also, my beautiful state (i am always in a beautiful state regardless of drunkenness) is due to purloined top-shelf liquor
i would share but my ill-gotten gains are mine and mine alone
.... that last one is Cheonil isn't it. I should really just give that kid a Cardinal already.
Sloth. What do you think? Would he hate that enough to make the work worth it?
Eh, you just... melt the tendons and such off, no big deal. There are still a few demons that have a taste for human flesh so I am sure I could give it to them if I really wants, but not sure I feel like doing any of them any favours.
And you are taunting me, aren't you? I knew there was a reason I liked you. Not just because you had the gall to kick me out of the bar either, you taunt. It's so refreshing.
I can neither confirm or deny if it's going to result in him getting assigned an unsuitable Cardinal. You may have nearly the same face but I enjoy you both for different reasons and a miserable Cheonil is not in my best interests.
Also why go through the work yourself when you could have some other demons do the melting and then deny them the joys of having the flesh and good bits I guess?? Less work for you, more profit with a side of making someone deserving miserable.
And of course I taunt. What's the point of going through life pretending to be other than I am just because someone bigger and more powerful may squish me? You're not insecure enough to be affected by one witch's sass.
[ ... it's short and to the point, but also probably the only time that Jae's willingly reached out to the other demon, so that in and of itself should be enough of an indicator something serious is happening. Or he's desperate.
more like I know how it's probably going to end. this isn't supposed to be a booty call, but if it'll get you to actually listen to me, sure, fine, whatever
[ oh you precious thing. that was probably not the best thing to say, not that there ever really is a good thing to say when it comes to him but-- still.
it does mean that you have a mostly naked Creature draped in a chair nearest you with a smile on his face.]
You certainly know how t'charm a guy there, sweetheart.
[ There's generally a lot of regrets when it comes to Levi in general, so this is just the latest in a long list. Fights she can navigate no problem, of course, but this - whatever it is - is something she's not exactly very well versed in.
Which generally explains why the entire thing is the mess that it is. Never mind that this particular asshole is great at pushing her buttons and distracting -
Like now.
Madsen rubs her face with a hand when Levi pops in, trying to hide how her face turns a little red at noting his mostly-naked state, grumbling into her palm. ]
[if you were to ask Levi, this was really not that far off from fighting. in a sense. maybe. that was what he was telling himself at least to get through it. there was a level of pushpull there, and he did get to see Madsen off kilter. trying to figure out her footing.
not that he enjoyed that but--
nah, he enjoyed that.
the Creature smiles, all teeth and sharp amusement at the response he gets to his being. taps his fingers against the arm of the chair and seems to unfold a little more. sprawl a little more.]
Mmm, it is a talent. Now, what was it you wanted t'talk about there doll?
[ At the very least she's used to him popping in and out randomly that she didn't fall out of her chair in surprise. Or damaged the furniture with a thrown weapon or bolt of fire.
(There may have been an incident or two where she had to replace furniture thanks to Levi - either due to her accidentally burning something in surprise or because their ... activities got too rough. It wasn't one of her proudest moments.)
She rolls her eyes as she straightens, lowering her hand. Right.
The real reason why she asked him to stop by.
Madsen takes a deep breath. While there was a small part of her that was looking forward to the possibility of a later physical fight or something else (with them, the line tended to blur considerably), she had to say her piece here. ]
What's your endgame here, Levi. Outside pissing me off enough to either fight you or fuck you.
[ he should clearly start knocking. can't have things being predictable, oh no.
the Creature, in a strange way, seems to be almost waiting patiently for Madsen to speak. watches her with amusement and maybe, possibly, something else. he doesn't have to be a demon to sense the unease.
however, he doesn't expect what comes out of her mouth at all.
the fingers tapping against the arm of the chair still, almost like he was surprised. almost. with a soft noise, a sigh of sorts, the Leviathan pulls himself up out of the chair and moves towards Madsen. there is a perfectly crafted look of pity on his face as he does.]
Endgame? You think-- oh precious, do you honestly think that there is anything more to this than fighting and fucking? [ a claw tipped nail beneath her chin, ice cold.] There is no endgame, I mean, eventual death for parties that are not myself, but surely that much was obvious.
[ She watches him intently while he stands, eyes narrowing considerably when she recognizes that look of pity on his face. Wrath was probably considered her main vice (as the whole fiasco with Amon could attest), but there was some Pride there as well, and he knew just as well as she did that she loathed being looked down on or pitied like this.
There's almost a growl that rumbles at the back of her throat and a slight shiver when he tips her head up, ehther from the cold or just from the gesture in and of itself, it was hard to tell. Probably both? ]
And yet you keep coming back. I would've thought you would've moved on or gotten bored by now.
[ As she says this, her grip tightens on the arm of the chair, the other hand flexing as if she's not sure if she wants to punch him into the wall or pull him down to her level. ]
[ you should feel special, the Creature doesn't often give pity to others. not even the show of it. but to be honest-- Levi isn't sure quite what it is that is between him and this not-quite-mortal. it might be something like pity, or it might be an actual low level of enjoyment that he finds in her. the way that she puts up with no shit and calls him out without fear.
it's refreshing.
still, can't have her knowing there was more.
the Creature hums, gaze bored, but there is a barely there curl of his lips when Madsen shivers.]
Sweetheart, just because I don't kill you doesn't mean there is an endgame. It's only been what? A year for mortals? More? Less? I can't tell, and you have to remember that. There are still so many ways that I have yet to see you bleed for me, or come for me, so what makes you think I would get bored?
[ Fucking immortal demons and their fucking sense of time. It also didn't help that she still couldn't get a read on him. It's infuriating, but she can't let her anger get the best of her, not-
Then again, she's never been good at being reasonable when it came to Levi. ]
[ the Creature can't help himself, the snort of laughter that comes with her fury and defiance. he presses the tip of his nail against her skin a little harder.]
Excuse? Precious that isn't an excuse.
[ another hum, low and amused as he leans down closer. almost like he might kiss her. but-- he doesn't.
not yet.]
Do you want me to make you bleed or scream my name I wonder.
[ Madsen doesn't even flinch as he digs his nail in a little bit more under her jaw, ignoring the sharp pinprick and the small drop of blood that wells up before it starts to heal over. Technically she's said her piece by this point, went about as well as she expected.
And now...
Just what was she even doing. Taunting the Creature himself into trying to start a fight or fuck her senseless, obviously, but still.
Her eyes flash as he leans in, trying to keep her breathing and heartbeat regular. Stay impassive, don't give anything away. ]
[ not really. he knows what she would rather (he thinks) and he is well aware of what she believes him capable of in such a situation. and yet--
he doesn't lean down those last few inches, but doesn't press his nail against her skin any harder either. just-- hovers there with an almost curious lilt to his brows and waits, and waits, and--]
Doesn't matter what you want, really.
[ then he is moving, stepping away with a sharp smile on his face.]
[ At the very least, she doesn't underestimate his ability to make her hurt if it came down to it. Still, she for whatever reason couldn't get enough of it, and here they were, being coy and constantly pushing each others' buttons (or at least attempting to, in her case).
Madsen's eyes widen after a few moments when he steps away, doesn't try attacking her lips or slicing at her throat. He never was all that predictable - which was part of the reason why they ended up in this situation in the first place, if she took the time to think about it. But what he says -
"Doesn't matter what you want, really."
That for some reason makes something in her snap, causing her to shoot up out of her chair and try to pin him against the closest wall. ]
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apparently it's drunk text demons night
how's it hanging
piss anyone off recently?
like i mean, truly and spectacularly, would win awards from how you made them melt down sort of piss off
assuming you didn't actually melt them down
if you melt someone down can you turn them into a trophy? is that a thing in hell?
signed, too curious in seoul ♥
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May I suggest being a tad wary of which demons you text while inebriated, some are less hospitable than others. But enough of the nearly good advice from me, there has been no melting down of people as of late though, now that you bring it up, I am curious as to how that would play out. I have never been the type to keep souvenirs of my kills, but trophies kinda sound nicer.
How morbid is it to have a bone trophy though? Not that I care but--
Anyway, nothing too new, how have you come to such a beautiful state this evening?
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or received announcements of their sexual prowess from
bone trophies make sense but i was wondering about all the other stuff that comes off the bone
it sounds really disgusting in text now that i've said it
also, my beautiful state (i am always in a beautiful state regardless of drunkenness) is due to purloined top-shelf liquor
i would share but my ill-gotten gains are mine and mine alone
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Sloth. What do you think? Would he hate that enough to make the work worth it?
Eh, you just... melt the tendons and such off, no big deal. There are still a few demons that have a taste for human flesh so I am sure I could give it to them if I really wants, but not sure I feel like doing any of them any favours.
And you are taunting me, aren't you? I knew there was a reason I liked you. Not just because you had the gall to kick me out of the bar either, you taunt. It's so refreshing.
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Also why go through the work yourself when you could have some other demons do the melting and then deny them the joys of having the flesh and good bits I guess?? Less work for you, more profit with a side of making someone deserving miserable.
And of course I taunt. What's the point of going through life pretending to be other than I am just because someone bigger and more powerful may squish me? You're not insecure enough to be affected by one witch's sass.
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[ ... it's short and to the point, but also probably the only time that Jae's willingly reached out to the other demon, so that in and of itself should be enough of an indicator something serious is happening. Or he's desperate.
Or in this case, both. ]
because apparently i'm a masochist
no bullshit for once
promise I won't try and impale you to the nearest wall until after you hear me out
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and no, it's not
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now, would it be easier if i was wherever you are for that? because we both know you're lying.
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more like I know how it's probably going to end. this isn't supposed to be a booty call, but if it'll get you to actually listen to me, sure, fine, whatever
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it does mean that you have a mostly naked Creature draped in a chair nearest you with a smile on his face.]
You certainly know how t'charm a guy there, sweetheart.
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Which generally explains why the entire thing is the mess that it is. Never mind that this particular asshole is great at pushing her buttons and distracting -
Like now.
Madsen rubs her face with a hand when Levi pops in, trying to hide how her face turns a little red at noting his mostly-naked state, grumbling into her palm. ]
It's apparently a talent of mine.
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not that he enjoyed that but--
nah, he enjoyed that.
the Creature smiles, all teeth and sharp amusement at the response he gets to his being. taps his fingers against the arm of the chair and seems to unfold a little more. sprawl a little more.]
Mmm, it is a talent. Now, what was it you wanted t'talk about there doll?
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(There may have been an incident or two where she had to replace furniture thanks to Levi - either due to her accidentally burning something in surprise or because their ... activities got too rough. It wasn't one of her proudest moments.)
She rolls her eyes as she straightens, lowering her hand. Right.
The real reason why she asked him to stop by.
Madsen takes a deep breath. While there was a small part of her that was looking forward to the possibility of a later physical fight or something else (with them, the line tended to blur considerably), she had to say her piece here. ]
What's your endgame here, Levi. Outside pissing me off enough to either fight you or fuck you.
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the Creature, in a strange way, seems to be almost waiting patiently for Madsen to speak. watches her with amusement and maybe, possibly, something else. he doesn't have to be a demon to sense the unease.
however, he doesn't expect what comes out of her mouth at all.
the fingers tapping against the arm of the chair still, almost like he was surprised. almost. with a soft noise, a sigh of sorts, the Leviathan pulls himself up out of the chair and moves towards Madsen. there is a perfectly crafted look of pity on his face as he does.]
Endgame? You think-- oh precious, do you honestly think that there is anything more to this than fighting and fucking? [ a claw tipped nail beneath her chin, ice cold.] There is no endgame, I mean, eventual death for parties that are not myself, but surely that much was obvious.
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There's almost a growl that rumbles at the back of her throat and a slight shiver when he tips her head up, ehther from the cold or just from the gesture in and of itself, it was hard to tell. Probably both? ]
And yet you keep coming back. I would've thought you would've moved on or gotten bored by now.
[ As she says this, her grip tightens on the arm of the chair, the other hand flexing as if she's not sure if she wants to punch him into the wall or pull him down to her level. ]
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it's refreshing.
still, can't have her knowing there was more.
the Creature hums, gaze bored, but there is a barely there curl of his lips when Madsen shivers.]
Sweetheart, just because I don't kill you doesn't mean there is an endgame. It's only been what? A year for mortals? More? Less? I can't tell, and you have to remember that. There are still so many ways that I have yet to see you bleed for me, or come for me, so what makes you think I would get bored?
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Then again, she's never been good at being reasonable when it came to Levi. ]
Really? That's the excuse you're giving me.
Then prove it.
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Excuse? Precious that isn't an excuse.
[ another hum, low and amused as he leans down closer. almost like he might kiss her. but-- he doesn't.
not yet.]
Do you want me to make you bleed or scream my name I wonder.
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And now...
Just what was she even doing. Taunting the Creature himself into trying to start a fight or fuck her senseless, obviously, but still.
Her eyes flash as he leans in, trying to keep her breathing and heartbeat regular. Stay impassive, don't give anything away. ]
Which one do you fucking think.
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[ not really. he knows what she would rather (he thinks) and he is well aware of what she believes him capable of in such a situation. and yet--
he doesn't lean down those last few inches, but doesn't press his nail against her skin any harder either. just-- hovers there with an almost curious lilt to his brows and waits, and waits, and--]
Doesn't matter what you want, really.
[ then he is moving, stepping away with a sharp smile on his face.]
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Madsen's eyes widen after a few moments when he steps away, doesn't try attacking her lips or slicing at her throat. He never was all that predictable - which was part of the reason why they ended up in this situation in the first place, if she took the time to think about it. But what he says -
"Doesn't matter what you want, really."
That for some reason makes something in her snap, causing her to shoot up out of her chair and try to pin him against the closest wall. ]
The hell it doesn't.