Shepherdiing:

shepherdiing:

Lunarree.

Sorey just laughed awkwardly, eyeing the brush a moment. ❛ I’ll do my best to refrain from both of those. ❜ He had heard the fuss that was made over the hellion’s bounty of golden locks though the reasoning was lost on Sorey. Sure it was nice, but it was just hair. Then again, the girls tended to be pretty serious about the stuff ( a brief flashback to their ganging up on him over being innocently ignorant over barrettes and other hair accessories ). Well, at least they had something to bond over?

He took the brush and moved to sit down behind the taller being. ❛ I guess it’s pretty hard to brush out on it’s own, huh? ❜ The shepherd mused the obvious, trying to figure out just where he was support to start. Lunarre’s wild mane was even more wild than usual, knotted from the wind and the rain. Truth be told it was a little intimidating, but Sorey was prepared to tackle the task with the determination he showed towards everything in life.

Thankfully he was considerate enough to try and be as careful as he could be. The brush began to work through the hellion’s hair, fingers doing what they could to try and ease the tangles. ❛ Tell me if I hurt you. ❜

"Mm."

Part of him felt like laughing. The irony was so thick you could cut it with a butcher knife. A few months prior the Shepherd would have had no choice but to hurt him, and Lunarre would have had no qualms about a fight if it came to one. Anything to get rid of nuisances. Anything to get stronger.

Now, sitting in silence as Sorey brushed, Lunarre became painfully aware of the boy sitting directly behind him. Such a peaceful scene felt... wrong. The shame and discomfort that had gnawed him since joining the group redoubled its efforts and tore at his defences.

It made him sick. Worse, it made him think about things he shouldn’t.

Had anything really changed? Wasn’t he just right back where he had been back then?

Gripping the fabric of his trousers, the hellion forced himself to focus on the sound of the brush running through his hair. It calmed him a little, but he knew what his presence did to the pure and good.

"Is it really alright for you to be so close to someone like me?” he asked quietly. “I could corrupt you. Who’ll purify the world then?”

@cutie-kitsune-rp

A small lavender haired woman stands on a box in order to make herself look taller, or at least level with the fox man. She takes a moment to clear her throat then take a deep breathe: “Ok so I know this might be hard for a man who is whipped beyond all belief but I need you to stop getting your ask kicked by a woman half your size for about two seconds you ok with that?” she doesn’t wait for a response and crosses her arms “How does Rose handle the fact you have failed on literally every mission she ever sent you on? Are you even still WORKING for Rose or did she finally decide she needed a real assassin and not a little puppy dog who can barely throw a punch? Oh? What’s that? I’m sorry can’t hear you over how much of a little bitch you are” she drops the proverbial mic and hops off her box. “I will let you process the fact that now two women half your size have made you their bitch"  

You have one ask to piss off my muse; Run with it!

Luminous blue flames burned in the palms of the hellion’s hands as he seethed.

“I’m not that weakling anymore, you insignificant little bitch,” he spat. “I’ve changed. I’m strong, and getting stronger. I can burn that smug face of yours so badly your own mother won’t recognise you. If you want to keep it I suggest you fuck off.”

[SUCCESS]

“Thank fuck.”

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Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are. @snickering-kitsune

          “It is not meant to be.”

divinaaquis:

“Well, even if he trusts you, I don’t. You do anything funny and you’ll regret it, you hear me?”

Mikleo eyes the kitsune with a hint of suspicion.

“Don’t take advantage of his kindness, Lunarre.”

Lunarre frowns. He knew what to expect, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He certainly didn’t have to take it. Especially not from a high strung seraph brat.

“Look. I’ve been raised from the time I could hold a blade to know a perfect opportunity when I see one. I’ve had hundreds over the past months I’ve spent watching over you people. The great and powerful Shepherd is safe from me.”

He sighed.

“I’m no overnight saint. I know that. I’m still this. I’m still oozing malevolence. And you know what? I want to keep it that way. Not because I like it. Not because I think this is a fine and dandy way to be. But because it’s like this that I’m useful against that rabid lion bastard who wants to destroy the world. The world I live in.”

Hostile/Enemies sentence starters

“You are not my friend! You never were!”

“Don’t make me hurt you!”

“I swear, I won’t hesitate to punch you!”

“Don’t try and act friendly with me.”

“I will have my revenge on you. This, I promise.”

“Come any closer and you’ll regret it.”

“That’s not a threat, its a promise.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Consider us enemies.”

“This knife isn’t for show. I know how to use it.”

“We could never be friends.”

“Don’t hurt me, please…”

“You can run, but you can’t hide!”

“Stay away from me, you monster!”

The hellion’s lips stretch into smile.

“...I love you, Gramps. You and yer mad brain!” 

He claps his hands together with one loud slapping sound and bears his teeth in a grin.

“Now bring out those goddamned pumpkins and let’s do it!”

@snickering-kitsune -> X

“You gotta punch a pumpkin to really know why I want to-!” The seraph showed just as much excitement on this as he did with dragons. “It’s just- so satisfying to break it with a punch! Not only that you can still carve them…kinda. It just adds effect to them if you ask me.”