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Love of my Life

This is a pmv of RD's story.

Most of the pregame comics are posted on the blog and instagram.

Their first encounter, the masquerade, moving in together, falling in love, etc.

When RD gets overwhelmed with anxiety/panic or heartbreak, their magic turns corrupt, floods their body and spills out of their eyes and mouth. Asra is there to ground them. This happens a few times throughout their life. It can be repressed but it takes a toll on their body.

After the game, RD and Asra have twins, River and Alexandria (Ria). They moved to Nopal when River's powers were causing him to freeze the city as a baby. The desert weather helped regulate his magic. Later in his story, River gets captured and ends up losing his hand. RD was able to rescue him but ended up getting a curse that infected their arms.

Ria also had issues controlling her magic when growing up. Helping her contain her power during an episode, it damaged RD (two streaks of white hair) but they were eventually able to regulate her magic as well. Ria became the ruler of RD's home country when their legacy and history was revealed and RD deposed the previous ruler after they took River.

Later in their lives, the Devil (the arcana) tries to take revenge and RD fights to save their family. RD was able to destroy the ancient entity but Asra loses the remaining half of his soul. He doesnt outright die, but he falls into a coma with no hope of waking up. Julian (the doctor) suggests a vivisection which was immediately shut down by RD. They go to meet their patron arcana, the Strength, to make a deal in order to save Asra. After some arguing, the Strength takes the entirety of RD's powers in exchange for his life which also turned their hair stark white. Overwhelmed with relief, they both break out into sobs.

RD and Asra continued their lives, going to the Winter Ball, participating in the Painted Daisy Festival, running their shop, and so on. Although they miss the convenience of magic, RD does not regret giving up their magic at all. They do have a fear that they won't be able to protect their family anymore but everyone is very capable on their own and take care of their aging nonny. RD needs to be treated for their cursed arms bc it causes them chronic pain since they no longer have to magic to treat it consistently.

In the slide of the twins, River is talking about the goddess (Terra) he met.

Asra looks at RD fondly as he thinks about how he was able to grow old with the love of his life.

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pov: when mc 😳

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post-nightbringer solomon telling himself he'll go to bed when you come in and scold him like usual, but doesn't realize you're back at the house of lamentation until he's dead tired at like 5 am

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OM! Eye HC’s part 3 ft; the (tragically) undatable!

Raphael:

I wanted Raphael to appear stern and war torn. I imagine whilst he used to be a healer (just one with a hobby of combat), post celestial war he’s been forced into the role of a guard or soldier. Though I certainly imagine he prefers healing others over combat. I wanted him to look slightly tired. I personally HC Raphael can’t sleep naturally, he was intended to be a guardian so he’s inherently restless and forced to constantly watch, especially since he’s a Virtue of Diligence. So instead, when the brothers were in the Celestial Realm, Belphagor would use his magic to put Raphael to sleep and give him a break, which is how he developed his bond with the twins. However since Belphie fell, Raphael is now entirely sleepless, as such his eyes look more unfocused and almost glazed over due to exhaustion.

Mephistopheles:

Okay so, Mephisto is one of my favs so I have a lot to say about him. First the basics, I wanted him to come across posh and snobby, so I made it so he doesn’t meet the viewers gaze. I imagine he only makes eye contact and gives his full focus to those he deems worthy (Like Dia and Barb). Now as for the coloured Sclera and glowing eyes. I imagine Mephie isn’t actually of the Devildom, but rather the “Crossroads” the land in between the three realms. (Not to be confused with Thirteen who comes from OUTSIDE the three realms). Mephisto being from this twisted in-between land his demon form is actually a shapeshifting green mist. Much like the devil, Mephistopheles (the actual demon not in OM!) is described as looking almost entirely human save for few fatal flaws in his disguise. I imagine for Mephisto it’s the same, him struggling to maintain a full human form, due to this having a malformed ankle and limp and when he’s not trying to trick humans he allows his eyes to drop the disguise as to lessen the magic toll on his stamina.

Thirteen:

Note I use She/They Pronouns for Thirteen so keep that in mind. I imagine Thirteen is sort of a reptile human. Due to this they can see in the dark, can keep their eyes open underwater without issue, and has great heat sensing capabilities. (I also imagine she has a slit tongue and sharp teeth but that isn’t eye related so-). I picture she has very big eyes with long wispy lashes. I imagine they could easily win a staring comp against anyone (save for Levi and Barb). Also I picture her with a lot of piercings and tattoos, I just imagine she loves decorating her skin and body, being obsessed with body mods of all varieties. Currently her only facial tattoo is a small heart under her eye but she LONGS to get more.

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Obey Me! Eye HC’s part 2. More info on my HCs down below (undateables coming soon).

Diavolo:

I debated for a long time whether I wanted Dia to have slit or round pupils. I like to take biblical inspiration for a lot of my HC’s but Dia is simply the concept of the devil, rather then being an actual demon from mythology. In the end I decided to make him look very human, save for his eyes. The devil is described as deceptive and handsome, yet something is always noticeably off. Thus I decided to make his eyes the “off” part of him.

Barbatos:

For Barbatos I took inspiration from amphibians and Reptiles. Wanting him to appear slightly uncanny. I imagine him to be much like Levi and be unblinking. However unlike Levi this isn’t because he can’t, but because he chooses not to. I also gave him red eyeshadow to mimic traditional Japanese makeup. As he always prefers the more traditional look. (Also if it looks bad it’s because I was having a bad art day for Barb)

Solomon:

Solomon is simple. Just a regular human guy. I gave him some beauty marks and made him look a tad bit older. I also gave him a rainbow ring in his otherwise black eyes, as his colour is the rainbow.

Simeon (my wife):

Simeon I wanted to be beautiful yet haunting. I imagine him to be visually impaired only able to see shapes and lights. But I also imagine he’s prone to visions of the past, present and future. These visions are sporadic, and can be mundane or important. He has no control over these visions or when they occur.

Luke (my son):

Apologies if this one looks weird, I’m not used to drawing kids 10 and under. Like I wanted to keep simple, I imagine he has a little star at the centre of his eyes that glows brighter when he’s excited. I also wanted him to have freckles and a cute Band-Aid on his nose, after all, he canonically collects them, and I imagine him to be slightly clumsy.

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Obey Me! Brothers Eyes ft; My HCs. More info on My HCs listed below!!

Lucifer:

Lucifer I wanted to look the most Mature and Handsome. I gave him slit eye pupils and ocular scarring on one eye. I imagine he got his cross shaped scar in the war, it being a mark of a curse his Father laid upon him. Because of this curse, which I imagine to be mortality, I made him look slightly sickly, with translucent skin and pallor. I imagine he’s only got a few thousand more years left to live.

Mammon:

Mammon I gave golden freckles and one golden eye. I imagine he got this eye colour from an attempted spell to try and make his eyes turn golden in hue. However because he failed his spell classes, I imagine this failed, giving him heterochromia and 50/50 heterochromia in one eye. Lucifer scolded him for his reckless behaviours. Also I HC him as Aboriginal Australian, has nothing to do with his eyes specifically but I wanted an excuse to say that lol.

Leviathan:

I Imagine Leviathan has the least humanoid Demon form (it being a massive aquatic reptile) as such he struggles to maintain a convincing human form. This shows through with his eyes, them being dark and unblinking. I imagine instead of traditional blinking he has a nicitating membrane that covers his eyes from dirt and debris. He does however require eye drops to moisten his eyes when he’s away from water. I also imagine some of his scale pattern is still visible in his human form, Showing mainly around his eyes, neck, back legs and arms.

Satan:

Satan is the most humanoid of the demon brothers. Having light freckles, regular rounded pupils, and a more youthful appearance then his other brothers. The only sign something is different is the sigil in his eye, a sign of a spell he performed to grant himself more power.

Asmodeus:

(Note I HC Asmo uses any pronouns so I may use she or they when talking about him) Asmo was difficult as I picture her as a shapeshifter, them changing their body suit the trends. However I decided his most common form has rounded feminine features, long spiky lashes, and few demonic features that he deans cute (black sclera, slit pupils, pointed ears and sharp fangs etc). I imagine they wear light makeup, just enough to accentuate her features.

Beelzebub:

Beel has mostly humanoid features, save for his eyes. Instead of having a pupil and iris, he has one large multi compound pupil. Meaning instead of seeing one large image he sees thousands of tiny images, like a fly. Because of this I imagine he’s short sighted, and colour blind. However he is amazing at noticing form movement. Again much like a fly. Also my friend HCs him as a light skin black man so I do as well :).

Belphagor:

Belphie I wanted to make slightly more intimidating. I wanted to make him look gaunt and sickly, experiencing pallor, and with his eyes more deep-set. I also imagine his eyes have a spiral in them, one that if you stare into to long you can’t help but sleep. Also again, same friend HCs him as black so I do as well lol. Shout out to my boy Kris.

The Rest of the Casts eyes are coming soon. But for now we have the brothers!! Lemme know your HCs and who knows maybe I might take them on board lol.

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Obey Me! Eye HC’s part 2. More info on my HCs down below (undateables coming soon).

Diavolo:

I debated for a long time whether I wanted Dia to have slit or round pupils. I like to take biblical inspiration for a lot of my HC’s but Dia is simply the concept of the devil, rather then being an actual demon from mythology. In the end I decided to make him look very human, save for his eyes. The devil is described as deceptive and handsome, yet something is always noticeably off. Thus I decided to make his eyes the “off” part of him.

Barbatos:

For Barbatos I took inspiration from amphibians and Reptiles. Wanting him to appear slightly uncanny. I imagine him to be much like Levi and be unblinking. However unlike Levi this isn’t because he can’t, but because he chooses not to. I also gave him red eyeshadow to mimic traditional Japanese makeup. As he always prefers the more traditional look. (Also if it looks bad it’s because I was having a bad art day for Barb)

Solomon:

Solomon is simple. Just a regular human guy. I gave him some beauty marks and made him look a tad bit older. I also gave him a rainbow ring in his otherwise black eyes, as his colour is the rainbow.

Simeon (my wife):

Simeon I wanted to be beautiful yet haunting. I imagine him to be visually impaired only able to see shapes and lights. But I also imagine he’s prone to visions of the past, present and future. These visions are sporadic, and can be mundane or important. He has no control over these visions or when they occur.

Luke (my son):

Apologies if this one looks weird, I’m not used to drawing kids 10 and under. Like I wanted to keep simple, I imagine he has a little star at the centre of his eyes that glows brighter when he’s excited. I also wanted him to have freckles and a cute Band-Aid on his nose, after all, he canonically collects them, and I imagine him to be slightly clumsy.

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You decide to sleep on the couch after an argument pt.2

pt1 here

love and deepspace

characters: Rafayel, Xavier

Rafayel

Stubborn, petty, and a total brat are the words that perfectly describe Rafayel during arguments. It doesn’t help that you’re as stubborn as he is, but most of the time you manage to find the middle ground. Except tonight. Tonight is the night you got fed up with his attitude and the argument it caused was just awful. For an hour, both of you argued something so stupid but he wasn’t backing down and at this point, it was getting so tiring you just wanted to put an end to this.

“You know what” You throw your hands in the air “I’m done. I’m going to sleep”

Rafayel scoffed muttering something about you running away from an argument under his breath. However, his face dropped when he saw you entering the living room with a pillow and a blanket. He rushed to you with such an offended look.

“Excuse me?”

“What?” You barked at him.

“Wha- seriously? what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Child’s tantrum, honestly”

You stopped making the bed on the couch and just looked at him unimpressed. The gesture made Rafayel scoff once again and retreat from you.

“You want to be petty? be my guest. I’m going to sleep in our room, in our bed”

With that, he left you and slammed his door on his way.

“Such a child” you mutter and lay down on the couch, too agitated to sleep, replaying the argument in your mind over and over. You both said horrible things to each other and you wanted to run to him and apologize, but what hurt more than an argument is how he left you here and he, himself, went to sleep. After hours of beating yourself up for tonight’s events, you finally fell asleep not knowing Rafayel was staring at the ceiling of the bedroom feeling just as guilty if not more. Also, he hates to admit it, but he cannot sleep without you, so with a defeated sigh he made a decision.

Sunlight stirs you awake in the morning. Your neck is sore from an uncomfortable position on the couch. With a groan, you turn around and open your eyes to be startled by a purple ball right into your face. Blinking, to adjust your eyesight you realise it’s Rafayel’s head. He’s sitting on the floor with his back leaning on the couch and a blanket around his shoulders.

“You have to be kidding me” you mutter with disbelief “Rafayel”

He groaned and rubbed his eyes as he opened them.

“Oh, hi”

You just look at him dumbfounded before bursting out laughing.

“Shut up, will you?” He grumbled.

“Oh my god, you’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

He stayed silent and got up from the floor, with you following his suit.

“To what? to admit you were right? kind of… I mean you were wrong in some aspects… okay, fine you were right… and what else? to admit I couldn’t sleep without you?” He avoided your eyes and you couldn’t miss the blush spreading on his cheeks “Because I couldn’t… sleep without you, I mean”

You pinch his cheek before kissing him making his already red face even more red.

“I’m sorry too”

He quickly regained his composure walking past you.

“Yeah, yeah… c’mon let’s make breakfast”

And you follow him with a chuckle.

Xavier

You have to try really hard to have an argument with Xavier. Both of you are in perfect sync and hardly ever disagree with each other. Therefore, arguments are rare. But not nonexistent. Take tonight, for example. Xavier doesn’t need shouting and screaming to get his point through. His face devoid of any expression and cold voice make good enough job. You, on the other hand, feel like you’re on fire, and his calm nature, reassuring other times, only fuels your fire. Finally, you make the decision that you don’t want to spend any more time with him tonight… or until you calm down. So you take your blanket and set up a makeshift bed on the couch.

Xavier doesn’t pay you any mind. He didn’t even notice you reentering the living room as he started playing his video game to unwind from the previous argument. An hour passes, then another. At last, he’s had enough and turned off the video game you’ve been cursing in your mind past hour. He expects you to be asleep in your room so imagine his confusion when he sees you on the couch, still not asleep. Xavier then shrugs before going to the bedroom and coming back with his pajamas on.

“Move” he says when he walks up to you.

You turn to him.

“What?”

“Move, I’m sleepy”

“Then go to sleep”

“I’m trying to, but you won’t move” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. After a moment of hesitation, you move to make room for him. He silently slides under the blanket and since the couch is too small for both of you, he positions you in a way that you’re lying on top of him.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I couldn’t sleep”

His hand started to caress the back of your head.

“Because you’re mad at me?”

“Because I’m mad at you”

A sigh escapes his lips.

“I didn’t mean… whatever I said. I don’t know, I don’t even remember what I said”

That made you giggle.

“Neither do I. But I’m sorry… for what I said”

“Yeah, me too”

You both stay silent after that. His hand stops caressing you after a while.

“We can go to bed if you want to”

You suggest but a soft snore Xavier releases lets you know that it won’t happen, so you just accept your fate.

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You decide to sleep on the couch after an argument

love and deepspace

characters: Zayne, Sylus (pt2 with Rafayel and Xavier here)

note: they might be a little mischaracterized so bear with me.

Zayne

Usually, arguments with Zayne don’t get this heated. There was no yelling, not on his part at least, but he could be really cold with his words when he wanted to be. Not that you were any better. Some things you said hurt him to no end. So you came up with a decision - to sleep on a couch tonight. To be honest, it was more because to be petty, than not wanting to spend a night beside him. You gathered your pillow and blanket and got comfortable on the couch, which made Zayne sigh out loud when he entered the room.

“What is this?”

You turned your back to him as an answer. Another sigh comes out of his mouth. He’s exhausted, physically and emotionally, and you acting like a brat doesn’t ease anything at all.

“I know you’re mad, dear but is this necessary?”

No answer.

“Alright”

He left the room and before you could convince yourself that you didn’t care he was back with a blanket of his own and took a seat in an armchair. You turn your head towards him in confusion.

“What are you doing?”

“I guess we’re not sleeping in bed tonight”

“I’m not. You can go”

“I believe I didn’t stutter”

You scoffed and turned around again.

“suit yourself”

Minutes pass and sleep doesn’t come to you. Whether it’s because of an uncomfortable couch or an absence of his arms around you is hard to say, but after turning around thousands of times and still not being able to sleep is frustrating.

Finally, Zayne had enough of watching your struggle.

“How about we go to bed?”

“No” came your response after a second of hesitation. With a small amused smile on his face, he hovered over the couch.

“What do you say… I take you to bed and you can curse me out for it tomorrow?”

You shifted a little but didn’t answer, which made his smile widen. He gathered you in his arms and your lack of objection was all he needed to take you to your room and tucking you in bed. Even though you seemed to warm up he didn’t know how far he could push you, so kneeling beside the bed to be on your eye level he started:

“If you still need space I can-”

“Stay”

He smiled at you tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Okay”

He got up and kissed your forehead before slipping in beside you and pulling you closer.

"I'm sorry..." you mutter

"Shh, we'll talk about it tomorrow... but I'm sorry too"

You smile a little. You two will sort this out tomorrow.

Sylus

What Sylus says, goes around. His word is the law. This is what he’s used to. That's how it's always been.

Then you came into his life and even though he’s still in charge of how things go in the N109 zone, you just need to say the word and everything will be how you like it. No questions, no hesitation. He would give you the world if you so much as whispered the need. Whatever you want, whatever you need, he will make it happen.

Unless, when it comes to your safety. Now don’t get me wrong. Sylus knows you can defend yourself and then some. But when it comes to the N109 zone, there are things Sylus knows better than you. Additionally, The fact that you can be reckless in your battles does nothing to help ease his worries.

That was the reason for the heated argument tonight. Sylus with his harsh words and snarky remarks always finds a way to infuriate you. So you two go on and on for half an hour now and none of you seems to back down. You storm off to your room and take your things to get comfortable on the couch. However, on your way out Sylus blocks your way. He raises an eyebrow at the blanket and pillow in your arms.

“Now, what exactly do you think you are doing, sweetie?”

“move”

“I asked you a question”

“I’m not sleeping beside you- Sylus” you exclaim as he hoists you over his shoulder. you punch and scratch his back but to no avail.

“Careful with your claws, kitten”

He drops you on the bed climbing over you.

“Now listen, this is what will happen. You will stop acting like a wild kitten and sleep beside me. I am sorry for hurting you but we will discuss it tomorrow, when we are both a lot calmer. Understood?”

You don’t want to give in so easily. You also don’t want to sleep without him tonight. So you nod avoiding eye contact. He, however, doesn’t accept it and raises your chin with his finger to make you look at him.

“Use your words, sweetie”

“Yes”

“Splendid” He removed himself from you so you could get under the blanket. He laid beside you and pulled you closer so your head was resting on his chest.

"Sy... I'm sorry too"

"So I'm Sy now?"

This man.

"Nevermind, you're still a prick"

You try to remove his arm but he holds you tighter as he laughs.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, sweetie"

You felt him kiss the crown of your head as he caressed your shoulder with his thumb. you return to your previous position and listening to his heartbeat, sleep lured you in soon enough.

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ᴀɴ ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ! ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ.

✮ Category: All angst with some comfort. ✮ Characters Featured: Solomon. ✮ Reader: Gender-neutral. ✮ Potential TWs: Mentions of death, Solomon and reader sit in the shower together while nude (no explicit descriptions), questioning of purpose.

SUMMARY: Solomon is overjoyed whenever you wake up from your slumber. Unfortunately, the entire ordeal left him feeling guilty...

✮ IMPORTANT: contains spoilers for Obey Me! Nightbringer lessons 12-13.

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Naturally, whenever you awoke from your curse-induced sleep, Solomon was overjoyed. Everyone was. Who wouldn't be? They were all buzzing with worry while you were out cold.

But Solomon was especially. After all, he and Satan had taken it upon themselves to try and magically conjure a cure for your slumbering ailment.

He could hardly wait to get you through the door of your shared abode before embracing you. And though his arms were firm, and his words tender, his hands shook upon your shoulder blades. You could hardly fathom how he must have felt while you were incapacitated.

Truthfully, did you want to know?

He tried to shake it off with a light, fumbling grin. "...It's funny, you know? My hands are shaking, even though I know you're safe now."

But you're not convinced. Not in the slightest. You step back, slipping your hands into his. You tilt your head, eyes tender. "You're trembling, Sol."

He blinks. You feel a strange rigidness pass through his body, as though trying to force himself into being still and calm. Really, it only serves to make things worse.

"Solomon," you coo slowly, "it's alright. I'm here. C'mon, we should both go relax. I'll start a shower, yeah?"

His hands tight around yours, then slackens, as though realizing that your proposal poses no danger of taking you away again.

"Alright," he concedes. "That sounds lovely."

Yet, when you and Solomon sit together on the floor of the shower, everything seems more tangible. He can see the slickness of your delicate, mortal skin, sticky with mugginess from the hot water that falls over you both. He can see the faint ridges of your vertebrae. He can see the discolored scars that creep up your limbs and dapple your otherwise healthy complexion.

Oh, he realizes how precious you are.

He stops as he washes suds out of your hair. You can feel the gentle tremor of his digits against your scalp again. Beneath the steady stream of the shower head, you can hear a shaky breath being taken.

His face falls onto your shoulder, the familiar ridge of his nose pressing into the gentle slope between your shoulder and collarbone. You comb your fingers through his sopping alabaster strands, allowing yourself to recline against him. For a moment, amidst the conglomeration of hot water and steam and comfort, you don’t notice what is occurring.

But you soon recognize the rhythmic shutters of his chest, and the half-choke exhales against your shoulder. Solomon is crying. No. Sobbing.

His arms curl around your midsection and he cradles you close. His grip is a little stifling, but you can’t find it within you to care.

“I’m sorry I let that happen. I should’ve — it was my duty to protect you. As your mentor.” He huffs. His breath is heavy.

You curl your fingers beneath his chin, feeling the familiar angle. Water leaks from his cheeks onto your fingers. “It’s not your fault. I made the choice. I paid the price.” You murmur, blinking away the droplets that accumulated on the top row of your eyelashes.

There’s a heavy silence as he holds you. He needs to remind himself that you’re awake. That you’re really conscious and talking to him. Humoring him.

“I’ve seen a lot of humans die over my lifespan.” He mutters against your neck. Somewhere along the way, you must’ve reached back and turned off the shower. His voice echoes of the spacious walls. “Family. Friends. Lovers. Enemies. But —“ he hiccups, and you feel his nails press into your sides, “But despite that, when you were asleep… I think that was the most frightened I’ve been in a long time. The mere idea that you may never wake up again…”

You let him talk. Your brows are pinched in a severe manner, taut with empathy. But you know better than to interrupt at a time like this. It's a fragile moment.

“The idea that I may never see your smile again, or hear your laughter, or even hold your hand again simply because you’d spend the rest of your mortal life asleep… it ate me alive. It made me rethink the whole immortality thing, believe it or not.” He chuckles bitterly. “I mean, what’s the point of living in a world without you in it? That’s what I kept asking myself.”

You do squirm at that. You twist in his arms so that you’re chest-to-chest. His eyes, usually so cunning, meet yours with a meek crinkle. They’re still slightly watery.

You cup his face fiercely.

“Solomon, whether I’m alive or not should never dictate if your existence means anything. The candle of my life may burn out eventually, but the candle of yours will remain forever. When that day comes — when the wick of my candle is dry and useless — your flame can live on in my honor. You can do everything I wish I had done and more.”

You pin him with your gaze, thumbs grazing the apples of his cheeks. His skin is damp beneath your palms. His eyes flick over your face.

“I think you’re overestimating —“ He begins.

“No! Promise me.” You huff, nearing him so that your noses are almost brushing, “promise me that you’ll keep going. No matter what.”

He stares at you long and hard. You with all your beautiful mortality and stubborn vitality. You with a fierce drive and an even fiercer heart. It really is a precious thing.

He brushes a damp strand of hair behind your ear. He inclines forward so that his forehead rests against yours.

“I promise.”

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Hello loves!! This was typed... like, 75% on mobile, so I apologize for potential odd formatting or grammatical errors. This was not proofread either AHHH

Just suddenly got a burst of energy to write at midnight so here we are!

I hope you enjoyed <33 I know it's a bit short, and I'm a little worried about the quality... but oh well! I was overdue for a post anyhow.

Remember that my inbox is always open for requests and asks! Take care dolls <333

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God of tiddies- I mean tides, rafayel

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LOVE AND DEEPSPACE au

The four princes from Night and Ice, Sea and Sky

who is your favorite?

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Satan learned everything from his brothers💚

They did a good job, I'd say.

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Love and Deepspace as text posts pt 4/?

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solomon carrying mc in his arms & running away in a world of their very own LETS TALK ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

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