#raphaeni

[revyved]

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.” (For Mol, come on and make that devil pact)

she’s not afraid of the devil. no matter how deafening the roars of gut instinct warning her otherwise, no matter his steely gaze piercing through her facade. fear does not befall mol in the same way her own screams at the last light managed to do, dragged off to what should’ve been her death. that moment, realizing just how helpless she was and still is, scares her more.

the entire world is untrustworthy. as much as mol wants to argue she isn’t alone, she is alone. no parents left ( it feels like they’ve been gone for an eternity ), no family, no real help as leader of her prospering guild. zevlor, someone she trusted, lead half their people to their death. everything is a danger, a risk, a game of chance. why turn down the one monster willing to offer an equal playing ground ?

“ first thing first. i want to negotiate what we discussed first, since i refuse to sign anything without an understanding. this is between you an’ me, not my friends. whatever benefits them does not involve them. “ and whatever happens to her is her decision alone, on her terms. it’ll be worth it if mol can protect the few that made it… if they’re even still alive. she stares up at raphael, forcing a grin upon burned cheeks. “ hear me, devil man ? other than that i’d appreciate you drop the act. you’re not here for me or anyone but yourself. let’s not pretend i’m that stupid. “

[moonridge]

( continued from x )

　　　❝ ooh, touch-yyyy! ❞ croons the tiefling. ❝ you do know that if you freak out enough about something, people will just tease you more for it? actually, in that case — i implore you to keep pitching a fit about being called cute. ❞

　　　he pauses, and then with a smile, he adds: ❝ that in itself is kind of cute. ❞

　　　　　　　　　　　　 —@raphaeni—

[illithidhost]

@raphaeni (cont.)

     Lies were more easily swallowed when they tasted sweet, and Raphael had that charisma and way with words to make it so. But Mania wasn't so easily convinced. She had tangoed with those of a hellish nature before, and while she had received the power she wanted, it came at a price she had not fully understood until the worm in her head had shortened her mortality.

     "Uh-huh, sure." The Tiefling responded in a tone that was riddled with sarcastic disbelief. "And I'm actually a swarm of pink katydids that have taken a humanoid shape."

     "I want to know you." She finally answered fiends question. "And I want to know how long I'm going to have to keep looking over my shoulder for you."

[bhaalspawned-dragoness]

Continued from here! --

The creature's muzzle wrinkles and brows crease in a visible scowl. "I know this might be difficult for you to grasp, considering my appearance ... but I'm not, in fact, a fucking golden retriever." All of the snark is merely for show, of course. She can't help but indulge in the hollow satisfaction of cheeking him rather than just mindlessly bowing to his every whim without question. It was the closest thing to freedom she could relish, after all. In the end, though ... she knew she would relent regardless of her glib tongue, as she was compelled to. As her contract bid her to. "....Where, exactly, am I supposed to find this precious bottle of yours?" @raphaeni

[bruinescence]

@raphaeni cont.

"What a quaint little scene this is." He calls to the man calmly as he stands in the distance. He could see the smoke from a fire some distance away, but found not a man trapped but a man enjoying his camp, surrounded by the snow, wearing surprisingly little. "Would you mind if a stranger joined you at your fire?"

The gusts of neverwinter might not have bothered him, but the bear was feeling lethargic upon each frigid blast of wind. The camp atop the mountain pass was usually flurry free this time of year...but ah, did nature have a way of rebelling against expectations. Figuring he could wild shape into a fur coat at some point when the temperatures dropped lower, he persevered with sleeveless sleeping-gear, blinking wearily over his shoulder at the cautious call. "...?"

A silent moment later transpired into a slow rise onto his feet as he turned to face the interloper with some muzzled disdain...he was not one to shun a traveler in need of shelter, but his trust was not so easily won either. "...depends. Does the 'stranger' have a warrant out for my arrest, or are they simply misguided enough to be out in this weather with nary a thicker coat?" Not that he could judge given his current choice in pajamas, but still...his druid forms would speak for themselves in terms of warming up.

[chosenbythecrystal]

@raphaeni continued from here.

Noctis knew that much – it was the very reason he'd sought Raphael out. His father tried to hide it, of course, but Noctis could see how much pain he was in. He saw it on his face whenever he thought nobody was looking. It was hard to watch, and Noctis knew that if the roles were reversed, there would be nothing his father wouldn't do to cure him.

"He thinks that keeping secrets will protect me," he murmured. He didn't know exactly what the man was trying to protect him from though. The world, perhaps? Or maybe his own recklessness. He could hardly fault him for the latter considering what he was trying to do, but his father had to understand that he wasn't a little kid anymore. He could make his own decisions and deal with the fallout from his mistakes.

No?

Noctis thought that was how it worked everywhere. Everyone had a price. Sometimes that price was negotiable, but he'd never been expected to offer up a price himself.

"I want my father to be cured." He spoke without hesitation. As much as it pained him to imagine a world without his father, he couldn't condemn him to an eternal life where he'd watch his loved ones die before him.

"He's the only family I know of," he shrugged. With a line as long as his, he was sure he had distant relatives but his father was the only immediate family he had.

He shook his head.

"I want my father cured," he repeated, more sure of himself this time. "Money is no object but...I'm assuming you're not interested in that so...I could work it off? Run errands and stuff?"

[astaricn]

@raphaeni cont. from (x)

THE VAMPIRE FROWNED, arms slowly folding across his chest. WAS he an open book? Well, that certainly wouldn't do. He never thought of himself as open, and wondered whether it was just the demon trying to get in his head and under his skin. "Well, there's no harm in trying, is there?"

[sylksheeeee-a]

well now she's just unsure ... but no , she had to defend the mortals !

" raphy , i can't possibly do that ... because then i would be bound to them & not because they're cruel , but because that is just the law of the pelt. and i'm not yet ready to be bound to someone again. " PLEADING FACE EMOJI.

@raphaeni

[remaimed]

“I’m gonna sing my final song.”

REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA // ACCEPTING! // @raphaeni

"Please for the love of Mogis don't" this was one of the only way Cassian was going to ever beg. He didn't really think he could handle the devil singing. Not today anyways.

[lunarscaled]

@raphaeni replied to your post “"Do devils always have this much drama going on?"”:

"Today is decidedly tame if you ask me."

"I shudder to think of how messy the lives of long-lived beings can get--- not really, but I bet it's just like watching a play. Or watching someone publically break up."

[moonridge]

( continued from x. )

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　　　adventurous and mouthy. perhaps always a bane of ozus's. either it doesn't occur to them that trying to boss around a devil is particularly bold, or they can't find it in themselves to care. either way, once the devil is seated, so too does ozus sit. right leg crossed over their left, they look down at the hand that now rests in their lap.

　　　❝ not vexed, ❞ corrects the tiefling, rolling their vibrant eyes back to him. ❝ i just have a question, if you're willing to hear it. it won't take up much of your time, hopefully. ❞

　　　　　　　　 　　 　—@raphaeni—

[princguard-a]

" Sir -- who are you calling a pipsqueak? Have you considered the possibility that you're just abnormally tall? You damn tree."

@raphaeni

[bruinescence]

@raphaeni cont.

"I didn't expect to see you here." The tavern is crowded with people in the late night hours, drinking, singing, the crackling of fire as meat is roasted over a spit, fat dripping and hitting the firewood with a hiss. The patrons laugh and eat and drink. Raphael stares the druid over. "How does city life strike you?"

The druid was not immediately certain as to why the current gathering had coaxed an air of unease about him. He had not partaken in anything stronger than an herbal tea, and yet the room seemed to lose the run of itself around him very much as shadows did whilst caught within the flickering dance of umber light emitted from the hearth of a fireplace. Drinking, conversing (though most in the vicinity had seemed to lose their edge on this skill the later the night settled in), even dancing (a similar fate as conversion) were all things familiar to him, but without a ceiling of stars and the faint scent of a river, dandelion and feathers carried by breeze, it all seemed...a devil in disguise.

As his vision swam wearily about the room in the hopes he might find one of his companions to see if the same spoke true to them, he settled for a corner to tuck into. He lifted the remnants of his tea up to finish the cup, but the smell of it also seemed...off. About as much as the fur bristling feeling that still prickled beneath the skin that told him he was either being too sensitive or he was being watched from somewhere near the bar- beyond even the tempter's approach.

With a slow blink, the druid tilted his head after a muddled moment and regarded the other's company with bleary resolve. "...the opposite of -...ideal comes to mind." He spoke as if surprised anything had, and firmly gripped the edge of the table before him in as much of a grounding stance that a tranquilized animal could.

"I should go-"

[theautumnpicker]

Continued from X @raphaeni

It's transparently obvious that Raphael is trying to rattle him. Astarion wishes he found the devil's theatrical attitude more irritating. Instead, it's almost charming. He crosses his arms, leans back against the doorway of Raphael's rented room at the brothel.

"I think I'd rather keep the flesh on my back, actually, if it's all the same to you." Killing Cazador is, obviously, the most appealing option. It's the one he intends to go with. But that doesn't mean it isn't prudent to get all the relevant information.

There's one idea he can't quite get out of his head. "He had to make revisions. The night he 'inked' the contract. Would it be possible to ... alter a word or a phrase? Render the whole thing null and void?" He suppresses a faint smile. "It worked that way when I was a magistrate, with a sharp enough legal eye." The idea of altering the text at all by carving anything else into his flesh is grotesque. But it's still better than flaying all the skin off his back.

[sageofthestrange]

what flavor is your soul? VANILLA

oh heart of ice and mind of gold, what am I to do with you? you are only good in small amounts, bittersweet fledgling, you are hard for most to swallow. your spirit is strong, your wit is potent, your biting essence drives even the most daring away. but why are you hiding your sweetness? I know within you, you are soft, but humanity has made you bitter. you mask your pain and sorrow with spite and sensibility. you say you do not care about trivial things, but don't you? sweetheart relax. you can let down your drawbridge, the waters are not poisoned. I know you have looked monsters in between the eyes and scoffed at them, but please, relax. you think your armor protects you but it is smothering you slowly. little owlet, when will you learn, words can only get you so far? feelings are what makes this world pulse. do not suppress your feelings. your heart can still thaw my dear. trust.

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[astaricn]

@raphaeni cont. from here (x)

THE VAMPIRE SPAWN WASN'T QUITE WILLING to just ACCEPT that Raphael was not a threat to him, but so far their interactions had been mutually beneficial and Astarion would like them to STAY that way. Crimson eyes kept locked onto the devil, watching as he came to a stop before him once more.

The statement that something weighed on his mind had him letting out a guffaw at the audacity of it, and he throws his hands out in a very animated, exasperated gesture. "Well, you COULD say that! Would you like to guess which it is?" His hand rests on his chin, a mocking display as if he had to REALLY think about it.

"Could it be the mind flayer tadpole still squirming in my head? Or could it be the fact my master is sending hunters to bring me back, and not only that! He plans on using me for an infernal ritual that nobody has ever seen before?" His voice had gotten exasperated, TIRED. He'd not seen a moments rest even after escaping his master. Now it was just a different kind of exhaustion setting in.