#d. hazalseren

[amicocasio]

Hazal was often too nice for him to cope with, but he also could've expected it. With how long he had been at Ciro's side, he already well knew that he was a part of the Amaranthus. However, it definitely didn't hurt to hear it. As much as he raved about being a demon with not too many feelings, he actually cared quite a bit about this little coven. His loyalty was always to Ciro first and foremost though. It wasn't always just the witch and demon bond that kept him around. No, the two of them had forged a friendship that would withstand the test of time. When Ciro was eventually gone, Amico wasn't sure what would become of him, but they had a long time untilt hat happened. "I'm always wanted. Of course I knew that." That was half a joke and half a true statement. "But you're great for reminding me. I'm here for all of you, you know. Mostly Ciro, but all of you still."

who: @amicocasio where: Amaranthus house

"I hope you know you're wanted here." A natural aversion to demons still existed within her system, Neva's voice in the back of her mind never quite quieted and yet Amaranthus was in her hands, she decided their future and she wanted a kinder, more accessible one to those who existed on the fringes of society. She had the archives at her disposal and she understands why their Amaranthus marking prevented them from blood magic use, it led to terrible, dark roads but she wouldn't turn away from that which was painful and hard to face, she wouldn't repeat history. "You're one of us, you're as much part of Amaranthus as Ciro is." The ache of Ezekiel still stayed with her and she wanted those that showed up at their door to not feel lost.