" I Simply Can Not Help Myself! I Have Always Adored Indulging In Sweets. " So Much So That Their Manager

" i simply can not help myself! i have always adored indulging in sweets. " so much so that their manager has wondered how they don't gain weight. soryn would just shrug it off like it's some high metabolism thing. it's not like they could admit to why they could really eat so much and not gain a pound. besides, sweets are a comfort food to them. how can they give that up? when jane agrees to everything in the cart, the demon grins and gives a single, satisfied nod. " we shall head to a checkout line, then. we will be home soon and i get to have you all to myself. " they snake an arm around her waist and hold her close, pushing the cart with their free hand. soryn pays for their items and carry the bags out to the car. they open the passenger door for her, kissing her temple after she gets in. they move to climb in behind the wheel and begins the drive back to the apartment.

JANE CAN'T HAPPEN BUT SMILE WIDER AT THEM. There was something so humbling about Soryn. Despite them being a full demon and Jane being a Half - Demon, Soryn treated them like a prize. [ Like a gift even, something that didn't make much sense to Jane, but she was not complaining. ] As they walk along together, Jane noted some of the baked goods herself, chuckling with a nod. ❝ Your sweet tooth would make a dentist so mad. ❞ Jane joked, lightly nudging them with her elbow before nodding. ❝ Everything sounds great to me! ❞

I promise, I’m fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to… the tiredness. / offers hazel @ soryn

lack of sleep. / accepting!

soryn understands well enough that work is demanding, certain fields were even more so. still, that doesn't negate that working oneself to the bone is a completely unhealthy thing to do. " come now, hazel. let us get you to the nearest on-call room. " soryn visited to ask if she'd like to get lunch with them, but seeing just how exhausted she looked, they opted to suggest rest instead. they turn her chair away from the computer and move to face her, taking one of her hands and pulling her up to stand, tugging her to the on-call room. they're not sure if they're even allowed in this room since they're neither a doctor or a nurse, but if someone questioned them, they'll just explain themself and leave if absolutely necessary. for now, however, soryn just wants to make sure hazel gets some much needed rest. " lay down, okay? i will sit right here and keep you company. "

her breath hitches, heart pounding harshly against her ribs as she hears his approaching footsteps. she was really hoping the man would assume it was just an animal that snapped the twig and somehow managed to flee quickly enough to get out of sight. it seems luck is not on agatha's side for that. okay, okay, calm down. she just has to wait for him to not notice her and return to his camp. she just has to remain calm, to quiet her breathing and soothe the thundering of her heart against her ribs. when he leaves, she can make her getaway, but she doesn't hear his footsteps retreating.

at the sound of the man's voice, who is much bigger up close than she assumed he would be, her gaze flickers upward, wide and startled. so he could see her? while most of her body blends in easily enough with the surrounding foliage, it's her pink speckled skin that is the hardest to hide. maybe one could assume, at first glance, it was a patch of pink wildflowers among the green, but he doesn't seem to be fooled. a shame her wings can't hide her body better. what agatha would give for him to look away or leave so she can take that chance to flee to safety.

her frilled ears lift, no longer flattened against her skull. could she really trust him? she sniffs the air, smelling another dragon on him. does he hunt them? she doesn't smell any blood on him... is his dragon a companion, perhaps? agatha lifts herself up, staying out of his reach as she moves around him to inspect him. " who... w-who a-are you? " she asks timidly, her gaze wary now as she looks up at him. did he hear of her? is he here to kill her? tame her? agatha isn't sure yet.

@despairforme / cont. from here.

i did it. her carrd has been updated accordingly!

i've been thinking about making aggie autistic

" mm, the flowers, the slightly warmer weather. i'll miss the snow, though. " she admits with a soft laugh, wrapping her arm around meepho's waist after they lean against her. " business is always good during the spring, though, so that's something i'll be looking forward to as well. " agatha looks at them, her smile growing. " what about you? what are you looking forward to? "

Smiling Meepho leans against her, their tail wags. "I'm glad you aren't worried over it anymore." They kissed her cheek once more. "What are you looking forward the most with the season? The flowers?"

that's... not quite the answer she was hoping for. agatha looks away. " i-i'm j-just trying to make this dumb trip m-more bearable. " that, and she didn't much care for silence. sure, she could focus on other sounds, like the birdsong around them, the wind in the grass and trees, the footsteps of her horse, anything, but she can't deny her curiosity and a desire to talk.

" b-besides, i'm sure it's m-m-more o-obvious to you why my title is w-what it is than why your title is what it is. " is it the pale, ethereal skin that she can scarcely see any of? is it how quiet he is? maybe it's something to do with what she assumes to be a real skull obscuring his features. agatha's gaze flickers to the especially large maned wolf, who he seems more, if only slightly, conversational with. how long has he known the wolf? because it's clear to her that they can understand each other.

agatha's gaze flickers back up to ghost. she knows he owes her no answers, nor she to any questions he may decide to ask, but it isn't going to stop her from asking anyway. it takes a lot to sate her curiosity, and even then, she can always find more to ask about. " d-do you know why he prefers to— t-t-to b-be called 'soap'? "

   "ye  cannae  be  picky  where  our  money  comes  from,  si." 

   the  words  of  his  werewolf  echo  through  the  elf's  mind,  idly  glancing  down  at  him,  happily  trotting  along,  carting  ghost  with  him.  his  hand  brushes  against  the  wolf's  mane,  gently  petting  him.  a  discreet  action,  though  one  that  earns  a  soft  huff  from  the  canine.  a  smile  crosses  his  face  beneath  his  mask.  if  only  they  didn't  have  to hide  everything.  he  could  be  listening  to  johnny's  incessant  bubbly  chatter. 

   instead  -  he  gets  his  charge  talking  to  him.  something  that  causes  a  scowl  to  immediately  cross  his  features.  it's  the  stiffening  of  johnny  under  him  that  causes  him  to  reel  himself  in.  right.  the  money,  they're  here  for  that.  a  roll  of  his  eyes,  making  sure  he's  facing  forward  so  she  doesn't  see  it. 

   "why  do  they  call  you princess?"  he  shoots  back,  keeping  a  neutral  tone  as  best  he  can.  his  voice  is  gravelly  and  rough  -  fitting  of  a  man  of  his  stature.  fitting  for  a  man  wearing  a  literal skull  over  his  mask.  "why  does  'e  prefer  t'  be  called soap?"  he  motions  to  the  wolf,  who  snorts  in  response.  both  are  seemingly  pointless  questions,  just  as  he  viewed  hers  as. 

   "ain't  privy  to  your  life."  he  remarks  with  a  grunt.  "you  ain't  privy  t'  ours  either.  si'  an'  look  pre'y.  do  your  job.  we'll  do  ours."