The Demon's Smile Grows, A Warm Fire Burning In His Gaze As Lust Turns Her Head To Kiss His Palm. Gods,

the demon's smile grows, a warm fire burning in his gaze as lust turns her head to kiss his palm. gods, he always loves when she does that. " i am sure we will. " he whispers, bending down and leaning in to plant a gentle kiss to her forehead. " shall i make us dinner? " soryn knows she has no need for sustenance, neither does he, it just feels nice to do little things like this. it feels domestic and good to him, to do things like that for her. sure, neither of them are human, but who says that bars them from doing human things?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 . so much so that the homunculus begins to nearly purr under soryn's loving touch . only a monster could love another monster . & though the horror of their love could be seen as heinous , lust felt nothing but holy with the demon . the touch on her cheek soothes her flames of desire , so much so that she cups the back of soryn's hand gently & kisses their inner palm tenderly . ❝ we will , rest assured of that . ❞

thinking about giving agatha a condition known as "asteroid hyalosis", which causes particles to form in the eyes and give them a sparkling effect. the doctor that discovered the condition describes the particles as "stars on a clear night". it's uncommon for it to have an effect on someone's sight and even more uncommon for surgery to be required

thinking about fae maybe having the ability to give up their immortality if they feel their mortal partner is the one they want to be with for the rest of their life

" good, i'm glad! " agatha's smile grows big and wide. really, it isn't hard at all to make her happy and that's probably evident enough when he agrees that they could cook together. they could cook, bake, and given they share good deal of mutual interests, they could do so much together! all in all, she was generally fairly easy to please. does it come off as her having low standards? she isn't sure. her standards aren't very high, but agatha just sees herself as fairly...well, not low maintenance, but somewhere around the middle.

she finishes eating, gently pushing her plate to the side and untucking her napkin from her collar, balling it up and placing it on the plate. bringing her milkshake toward her, she drinks more from the glass.

agaths looks back up at nnoitra when he speaks. she props her elbows against the edge of the table, lacing her fingers together under her chin to show he had her full attention while he talks about how he lost his eye.

" goodness, that must've been pretty terrifying, huh? " she asks with a soft laugh. she feels she handled his story fairly well, but maybe it helps he didn't go into any gory details. he was straight to the point and agatha definitely appreciates it. sure, she watches a lot of horror movies, but that was fictional. she isn't sure she would've had the stomach for details of a real life event like that.

she takes another sip from her milkshake. " must've been pretty painful. i can't imagine going through something like that. " she tells nnoitra, scrunching her face a little as she shakes her head. her features relax and she continues, " it must've been strange, too, suddenly having limited vision. was it easy to adapt? i imagine it took some time getting used to it. it's probably even a miracle you survived all of that! " she exclaims, but then agatha's gaze softens. " i'm glad you did, nnoitra. i'm happy you're still here. " not just because of being able to have a date with him, but because of all of the time they've spent together. agatha is happy to have nnoitra in her life.

It didn't take much to make her happy, huh? All he'd done was use the gift she'd given him. It was actually a very good thing that it was easy to make her happy, because --- Nnoitra was fucking shitty at stuff like that.

❝ Hell yeah we can cook 'ta'gether! ❞ He grinned, looking really engaged in this idea. Then she could show him some stuff and techniques. Nnoitra was very much a visual learner ( youtube was his go-to whenever he needed to figure something out ). ❝ Yanno even if 'da grilled cheese was pitch black I'd still eat it. ❞ No, he wasn't kidding. It was hard to imagine Agatha making such a mistake while cooking, but... Yeah, it DID make him feel a little better, to know that it wasn't JUST him being completely useless.

He'd finished eating now, and was just chewing on the final onion ring. The milkshake was empty too. He swirled the straw around in the glass, trying to see if there was any cream he'd be able to scoop up ( there wasn't ).

When Agatha mysteriously started with: There is something I've always wanted to ask you - he looked up and over at her. He was pretty sure he knew what she'd ask him.

Yeah, she wanted to know about his eye. Everyone always wanted to know about that, which was all good.

❝ 'S fine, I don't mind. ❞ He never understood the point of being sensitive about shit like that. He'd much rather people just ASK him about his bad eye, instead of speculating.

❝ When I was eighteen, I got stabbed. ❞ It was such a long time ago now, so it definitely didn't bother him. The traumatic memory somewhat faded now. What had helped processing what had happened was definitely the fact that he knew he'd deserved it.

❝ 'Daz how I went blind on that eye. Afterwards 'da stab wound got infected so 'daz why my eyepatch is so big. 'Ta cover 'da whole scar. ❞ He gestured around the rim of the eyepatch. ❝ Ya'd think gettin' stabbed was enough, yeah? But a few years ago, I got shot too. ❞ He breathed out a can-you-believe-this-shit-laugh. ❝ 'Da exit scar 's right here - ❞ He pointed to a few inches behind his ear. Of course the scar there was covered by hair ( and, it was pretty small anyway ). ❝ 'S a pretty good story, yeah? ❞ He didn't want he to be too freaked out about it, hence why he was trying to make light of it. He knew she was going to say something like: I'm sorry. Girls always did that when he told them, because they didn't know WHAT to say. They thought they had to feel sorry for him, but honestly, Nnoitra didn't need that shit. He hated pity.

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her brow furrows. " liar, i know you like cats! "