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Needing to find a place to stay that not many knew of to hide from Romeo’s mommy, the girl and her small patchwork family moved to Derry. A quaint little town that was in the middle of nowhere. The bad lady wouldn’t be able to find her godfather. They didn’t know anyone, and the little girl was determined to make some friends. It never was hard for her since she was an extroverted five-year-old. She wasn’t in school yet so finding friends would be done through trips to the playground.
This time, she went alone because her mommy was busy with school which apparently was on a computer! Walking around by her lonesome was foreign to Marvel, and she was quieter than normal because there weren't any kids in sight. Her small hands were hitting each other softly in a clapping pattern, but only her fingers were colliding so there was no sound.
Spying a pretty flower closer to the woods she ran to it, crouching down and saying to it, “Hi Mr. Flower!” A high-pitched voice poked at her ears and she moved her eyes up, seeing the clown. Her hands went to her mouth as she gasped, a smile blooming on her face. “Clown!” she exclaimed, childish glee in her voice and eyes. She bounded over to him, smiling as she added, “I like your paint!”
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To be honest, outsiders normally were not welcome into Derry… But after a few select encounters with characters that would help him very much in the collecting of food, he figured that it wouldn’t be too bad to let a few in, so long as they didn’t run rampant over the land that he used to feed himself every handful of years. He could smell the fear on the other, it was faint, but still there. As if they weren’t afraid of Pennywise per say, but more afraid of the fact that they were in this place.
“You have the scent of a place far from here…” He spoke with his eerie, childlike voice. Now why would anyone come to Derry. Perhaps it was just out of curiosity to see why this place was so bizarre. His golden eyes focusing on the newcomer, one being incredibly lazy(more so than before those damn kids had damaged it) but still allowing him to see.
amor-ai:
🔪”Hey are you alright, sir?” Nico was out for a walk, holding his umbrella above his head and his purse hanging on his shoulder. The sun just was not his friend, it never was. He looked like a porcelain doll in his cute dress and curly hair. Very pretty. As he passed by he got very lewd looks by men, as he always did whenever he went out. A good butt, nice hips, and a pretty face to match. He was the whole package and then some. As he walked his senses told him the near future, a very near future. Someone would fall down a hill. They would get hurt somewhat badly. They were trying to hide from someone they knew… Yep, that was it. Of course he wanted to help, it was the right thing to do. Also he may get to see some blood, which he loved. Soon he found the person who fell. He trotted over with his umbrella. “That was some fall. I have a first aid kit in my purse. You don’t want those scrapes to get infected.”
As he surveyed the damages to him and his clothes, nothing too bad. The worse was a cut on his lip that was starting to dribble its way down his chin. Sucking on it lightly, the taste of iron tickled his taste buds. It was thick and familiar, making him think more about his past. But he let it flow to the back of his mind.
So enveloped in the blood on his chin, he finally realized the flowery pink male in front of him. Taking a drag of his cigarette, getting a bit of blood on it but being careful the filter didn’t get too soggy, he stood up.
“Uh, sure, go ahead. I was actually thinking of rubbing some dirt in my wounds,” he joked with a lopsided smile. At least this interesting individual could help soothe his mind and bring him back to reality. Sitting on a log, he was ready to be patched back up.
Falling For Fear
amor-ai:
🔪Nico gave a small giggle at the others joke. Nico loved jokes quite a bit so whenever someone gave him one he greatly appreciated it. “You’re funny, sir.” He smiled and when to sit next to him. He got out his first aid kit. He always carried one with him because being who he was, he got hurt very very often, so he needed supplies to take care of himself. Always getting his arms cut off or some creep cutting him open. “Hold still” He took a cotton ball and put some rubbing alcohol on it. He brought it up to the boy’s lip and lightly pressed it to the wound. He then said what he said all the children he patched up at his family’s hospital. “Sorry if it hurts, but it will help. You can hold him hand if you think it will help you.”
The giggle the other emitted was almost like an anime girl’s giggle. But something about the other didn’t exactly seem female. Be it intuition, but he thought the other was a male. If someone asked he’d have to just say because.
“Thanks, I try to entertain the masses,” Romeo chuckled as he held the cig in his first two fingers. The other got closer and it gave him a better view of the man. He was slender and the dress decided to hug his curves and envelop him. Honestly, he looked good, but he kept the lazy happy expression on his face.
“It’s fine. By the way, can you drink rubbing alcohol?” he asked, the bitter taste caressing his tongue. Fuck, he hadn’t touched any booze for a while and even the disgusting and strong made him feel something. “Do I have to hold your hand because of the apparent pain, or can I just hold it?” asking with a wink.
Falling For Fear
Walking home after a long day, his head pounded with a light headache. Honestly, he just wanted to go home but that was before he remembered there was a huge party he was invited to. Maybe he’d go if he got plastered enough before it, and then find some more booze at the place. If he couldn’t find any though, he’d just crash and do stuff tomorrow.
Seeing a familiar hair color and small frame he saw Nico, and how could he have a headache around that little angel? Romeo jogged over and passed him, walking backward to a scene he didn’t think he’d see again.
Someone covered in blood. His eyes dilated but he tried to keep himself in control as he crouched, “Um, are you okay Nico?” He licked his lips, seeing all the blood on him was so erotic. Fuck.
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🔪Nico was coming back from his favorite cannibal cafe. It was the one his business provided food and drinks for. It was an underground establishment that sold all kinds of human food products. Human steaks and blood milkshakes, it was quite the meal for someone like him. Of course it wasn’t cannibalism in relation to him, humans were just food and that was it. As he walked home he took out out his to-go drink of pure type B negative blood and began sipping it. Being the clumsy baby he was he of course tripped on his own two feet and dropped his cup, making blood go everywhere. Shit… this didn’t look good at all. “This… this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Why did this have to happen,” she mumbled to herself as she tried to get away from this creepy guy. “Come on, are you really gonna run away?” the guy questioned as she tried to look as disinterested as possible. Remember, you need to be a good example for Marvel. Just walk away, she thought to herself as she waited for him to take his eyes off her for a second and bolted.
Not exactly looking where she was going she bumped into someone, surprisingly, shorter than her. That didn’t happen every day. “Oh, uh, sorry. I was trying to get away from some creep and I accidentally bumped into you. Again, sorry,” Moxee apologized as she looked over her shoulder, hoping the other wasn’t in sight.
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saya was busy setting up some new titles on display on a bookshelf in the very front of the bookstore. as usual, she had felt eyes staring at her. it wasn’t something unusual for her at all. in fact, this happened often. as she turned her head to peek if anyone was truly staring at her, someone had bumped into her.
“… er, are you ok?”
lilly-patrick:
Lilly was grocery shopping on her own for the first time since she moved into the appartment on her own. “Alright last thing, healthy snacks,” she mumbles to herself, zoning out in front of the applesauce. She just stood there for 30 seconds, looking over each brand and the prices. She didn’t realize she was blocking the aisle till she heard the girl. “Ah I’m so sorry! I totally zoned out,” she laughs, chewing on the end of the pen in her hand nervously. “Do you want me to grab the applesauce for you?” She asks.
Trying not to make an awkward face as she waited for the girl to move, she couldn’t stop herself from putting on an obviously fake smile. Ew, she’s chewing on her pen, what if she pierced it and it got ink in her mouth? she thought to herself without showing her distaste. “Uhm, no. I gotta look at the labels so if you could just step aside a bit that’d be great. I don’t wanna come home to a crying kid,” Moxee explained, trying not to sneer at the other. All the applesauce were most likely the same, but she’d rather check to make sure her daughter was getting what was best for her.
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It was funny how Nico thought he could lie to him, cute even. Crouching, he chuckled as he stared at the blood, not wanting to see Nico covered in it because he may do something he regrets. “You’re cute when you lie. You should know I know the difference between alcohol and blood.” Letting his index finger pick up some of the liquid, he played with it by testing the viscosity with his thumb. “Well, maybe not the latter,” he added as he smeared it on his ripped black jeans.
Extending his hand he had a small smile on his face but there was a little glint of crazy in his eyes that he couldn’t really stop appearing. “How about we head back to my place and clean you up?” he asked, loving the thought of cleaning up his little prince then making him dirty with blood. But he’d be sure not to kill him, just rough him up a bit. If he was this cute covered in blood already he couldn’t imagine how erotic he’d look naked covered in the dark liquid.
🔪Slowly he sat up and looked around. Oh my he really made a mess of himself this time. Not like he hadn’t before though. He had been covered in blood, be it his own or someone else’s, for most of his life. It didn’t bother him at all he just worried about how others would react. He would hate for someone to think he had just killed someone or that someone had tried to kill him. He didn’t have time for that.
Seeing Romeo he smiled, showing his sharp teeth. This guy again, huh? He had grown to like this kid, he was nice to him so that was enough for him to become fond of him. Though that was how it was with everyone, right?
“Uh… yeah I’m fine. Nothing too big just spilt some uh… red wine…”
seiikiranna:
Tonight was a good night for the music. Lucas was high on adrenaline from a recent session of ‘fun’ and it always showed. But there was a certain kid in the crowd- of course everyone here was a kid to him- that caught his eye. The guy had an aura to him that Lucas could feel from the stage, and it was beautiful. It had an edge to it, sharp and cunning. And it helped that the kid was checking him out too. After the set ended, he made it out to the dance floor and took the other’s hand. “Hey, I saw you staring, m’name’s lucas. Want a drink?”
As he closed his eyes and listened more intently, hoping to get more into the music, he was surprised to see the DJ gone when he opened his eyes. But in a surprising turn of events, the alluring man was in front of him and holding his hand. “Well I tend to stare at things I like and I guess I picked the right person to look at.” Squeezing his hand, he licked his bottom lip as he added, “Name’s Romeo, and I’d love a drink.” Grinning, he could tell this was going to be a fun night.
Clubbing Killers
redxballoons:
The child was energetic, excitable, sweet– and yet she was too young to feel any real fear. She ran about unsupervised, which the clown found odd, and yet she seemed completely unperturbed by Pennywise. She showed genuine interest, like she had in a flower moment prior, in his ruffle covered costume, in his colourful designs, and his rather bland(in comparison to other clowns) facial markings. Seeing the girl all alone was what truly annoyed him. She shouldn’t have been old enough to be let out of the house let alone be walking by herself.
“Do you?” He asked bending down to her height, his tall 6'5" stature towering over the small child. And yet he managed to kneel down before her just low enough to be able to make eye contact. Direct eye contact at that. “It’s rather unique to me you know…” he told her still on the topic of his clown makeup. Truly it wasn’t makeup at all but it wasn’t like this child knew that.
“My name is Pennywise,” he began again with a grin. “The dancing clown.”
The little girl was mesmerized by the clown in front of her. He was larger than life and he was as big as the circus tents her mommy told her amount. While most children were scared by figures like this, she loved them because of her mother’s stories. That was the main reason she didn’t run away, that and she was so young that most things didn’t scare her but rather just made her sad and cry. Fear was something that would come later in life.
“Mmhm! It’s pretty and makes you look nice!” she exclaimed while admiring his face. When he came down to her height she could help but giggle because she could get a better look at the clown. “Do no other clowns have that paint?” Marvel asked while tilting her head. She didn’t know if they were allowed to share the same paint or not with other clowns.
“I’m Marvel Vondi-dilli, um, Vondila,” she chirped with a smile, “I like to dance too!” Swinging her hips in a fashion that children would consider dancing, she couldn’t stop smiling at the other. This was like a dream to her!
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seiikiranna:
“Heh, that you did. C’mon, lets go.” He tugged the other close to himself and wove in and out of the crowd to find the bar. Once there, he ordered himself a cocktail and looked Romeo over. “So, come out very often? You certainly seemed good on the floor. Wish i could have joined you but the music called. Hope you liked it, consider it some of my finest.” He said that every set, but honestly? With a newfound friend at his sides it actually felt true this time.
The smirk stayed on his face as they moved seamlessly through the mob of people. Being this close to someone was nice, and their sweat mingled on each other’s skin. Hearing the male’s order of a cocktail he ordered a shot of Jack Daniels™, still needy for a stronger buzz. Chuckling as he waited for their drinks Romeo pushed some of his bangs out of his eyes, “I hop from bar to bar, but if this one has you performing often I guess I’ll have to make this one a regular on my pub-crawls.” Their drinks getting there, he threw back his shot and added, “It wasn’t bad at all.”
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Nodding, the woman stayed quiet as she kept watch over her shoulder. The male came into sight and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up in fear. A small inhale could be heard from her but the man saw Saya and immediately back off. He shoved his hands in his pockets and left the store in a slight huff.
Moxee let out a small breath that she didn’t even know she was holding. Thank goodness I ran into an employee, she thought to herself. “Thank you so much. I’m sorry I bothered you,” the mother exhaled with a small smile.
“I can’t really be around men without feeling like I’m going to die,” she whispered. There was Romeo, but they had been through a lot together, he was different.
“a… huh?”
there was instantly a look of concern on her face. she didn’t like the thought of it even if it was happening to someone else. after all, she hated the thought of men even being near her. just the thought of a man deciding he could do as he please to a woman set her off. though saya was only assuming she was talking about a male.
“… gross. why don’t you stand here for a little while? maybe he will know to back off if you’re with an employee.”
Nodding, she couldn’t help but smile a little, even though the other’s smile was a bit awkward. It was kinda nice knowing someone else was so adverse to men as her. Most people would tell her to just get over it, but they didn’t know what abuse she went through for years by the hand of those disgusting men.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. A lot of guys are intimidating. I have one guy I’m friends with that knows a lot of what I’ve gone through and he know’s I’m not into guys so he does his best to make me comfortable,” she hummed happily. She trusted him with her child when she was away and he was one of her best friends.
Chuckling, she raised an eyebrow as she asked, “Is your friend really shorter than you? and I thought I was short.”
Seeing the other woman’s smile fade, she asked, “Umn, did I say something wrong?”
“no, no. you didn’t exactly bother me.”
the innocent murderer tried to muster up some sort of kind smile towards the woman, but it ended up just looking all wryly.
“… i know exactly how you feel. most men are very… er…”
sure, she hated males, but she didn’t want to sound rude about it. after all, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t stand all men. she kept opening and closing her mouth, unsure of how to word it.
“they are very gross… i guess is the best way to put it. though i think they are just mostly intimidating is all…”
she giggled a bit remembering that one male she had surprisingly befriended while she had a fear of males.
“unless they are a bit short like a friend of mine… oh, well. i’m glad that man knew to back off.”
the smile she had slowly melted away from her face. she looked rather unhappy. as if she just heard that her dog just died.
“a-anyways… i’m glad i could help a bit.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry, I misunderstood,” the woman said with a wave of her hand. A quiet laugh left her lips as she let her hand drop back down to her side. Of course, no one was shorter than them, they were on the butt-end of the bell curve when it came to height.
Hearing her voice wince like it did, and the unease she saw in her eyes made her feel bad for what she said.
“I’m sorry. I know how you feel on not wanting to remember things, especially regarding situations with men. I should probably stop talking,” she said with a frown forming on her face. She felt bad for the other. Maybe they’ve gone through similar situations.
“huh? oh no no he isn’t shorter than me! he is just much more shorter than men usually are… i guess. he’s pretty self cautious about his height too. though he’s lucky he’s like that. otherwise, i would have never wanted to befriend him.”
she moved her hand to adjust her glasses, then winced hearing her question. there she went again, making people feel bad. she avoided eye contact with the girl, feeling guilty for… absolutely nothing really.
“n-no! not at all! er, i just… those situations make me not too happy i guess… it makes me remember things i prefer not to.”
Looking around her, the sprite looked around her, quite confused. She used her translucent pink wings to float just off the ground, noting how repulsive it was. Everything was rotting and festering, going through various stages of decomposition. It made her want to pinch her noise but she decided not to since there was a looming presence above her.
A small gasp left her mouth as she saw the rotting creature. It was massive and she was already small to begin with. About the size of a short human, but still paling in comparision to Plaguebringer’s mass. The sprite smoothed down her dress as she looked at the ground, still making sure she did not land on it in fear of contracting something from the filth. “I-I’m a sprite. I don’t really know how I got into this dimension,” she stuttered, a red flush surfacing on her face. She dared not look at the beast in fear of offending it, not knowing if it was hostile or not.
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Plaguebringer had never seen such a peculiar character before. The walking infection tilted her dragon head and stared down at the stranger. She could sense that not all was write about them, there was something off about the person. Something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. “And you are?” She asked in a cold, but curious, tone. She was giant, her leathery wings folded neatly over her body, despite the fact that almost everything was rotted. She held an odd image of beauty even though she was a deity of pure pestilence.
“What exactly are you?” She added soon after as she tossed a hunk of decayed meat into the throbbing wound in the land– the Wyrmwound. This place, the Scarred Wasteland, was very deserving of it’s name.
lilly-patrick:
“Yeah I totally understand, sorry,” she grins politely, moving out from infront of the applesauce. She didn’t want to upset the woman any more than she felt like she already had. “Uh take your time. I don’t have anyone waiting on my,” she chuckles awkwardly still trying to make the situation less tense.
Moxee nodded with the ‘awkward white person’ smile and tried to take up as little space as possible as she grabbed a few containers of cinnamon applesauce. She looked the ingredients over, checking which one was probably the healthiest. Thinking back to the health class she was taking online, she picked out one and set the others back, grabbing another one of the brands she chose. “Sorry if I was being a bitch by the way. I’m just kinda freaking out with the whole ‘what’s best for my daughter to eat’ thing ya know?” the women said, offering a sympathetic smile.
Role Model Mom
The incubus stalked around the forest, wanted to stay away from others right now. He had a cigarette in his mouth, letting out a small trail of toxins into the air. Sure, it wasn’t the best thing for him, but what was a boy to do? He needed some type of stimulation to sate his nerves.
Hearing something as well, his ears perked up as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and slowly let the stream of vapor leave his lips. Seeing a tall clown approach him and hold out flowers, he couldn’t help but cock a brow.
“Uh, thanks? I’m Romeo,” the male responded, taking the flowers with his free hand. Chuckling as he took another drag he asked, “Got anything else up those sleeves?”
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🤡 Soup was in the woods as some clowns were expected to do. It’s not like he could go out into public looking the way he did. A big jolly clown with poofy blue hair and bright clothing, no way would something like that be socially acceptable to be out walking around. So he staid in the shadows of trees hoping to meet someone new. Soup was a very friendly clown, unless triggered into his other personality. He loved to meet new people and start a friendship.
Later on he smelt something… Was it a deer? No. Was it a fox? No. It was a person. A person! Someone who he could make friends with!! Bringing his jolly self up to them he pulled a bouquet of flowers magically out of his pocket and held it out to them.
“Hello there! I am Soup the Clown! Nice to meet you!”
redxballoons:
He found this child so peculiar and fascinating. Why she was out here by her lonesome at such a young age and why she found him so interesting, enough to entertain him and herself with such company, seemed rather different than what he was so accustomed to. His eyes remained locked upon her, listening to her as she went on.
“No other clown has this paint, it’s one of a kind.” That was one thing he could be honest about right now. Although the fact that it was paint wasn’t quite all that honest either. Not in the slightest, but it was the most he could say without frightening the child to run away. That is, if she felt fear at all.
“That’s mighty fine dancing.” He complimented, and while it had been a false compliment and he didn’t even know if that could be constituted as dancing, in a tone that sounded so real and true that it’d be near impossible to distinguish.
The small girl looked at Pennywise with a huge smile as she said, “So no other clowns have your paint? I’m happy I met you then because your paint is so pretty!” She’d have to ask her mother to do some face paint when she wasn’t working on school. It’d be fun to try and imitate the clown before her and show him what pretty paint she could do.
Giggling, she covered her mouth as she responded, somewhat muffled, “Thanks.” She loved dancing and had hoped the clown would join her, but it’s okay that he didn’t. She danced enough for the both of them.
“What are you doing in the woods? Aren’t clowns in circuses?” Marvel questioned as she tilted her head. That’s where her mommy told her where clowns lived. Do some clowns live in the woods until they find a circus? Were they born in the circus? She just didn’t know.
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Romeo walked the streets smoking a cigarette as he looked around. He didn’t know what he was going to do tonight, which wasn’t unusual, but it made for too many open opprotunities. He was too lazy to actually go to the club and find someone to prey upon, so maybe he’d just grab a drink.
As he heard the voice behind him, his ears perked up. Is this the little deerlet that’s been following? He had seen them a couple times but didn’t give them much attention since he had to find someone who would be an easy grab. They seemed timid and so he decided that if they kept popping up, he’d see where things went.
Turning around as vapors leaked from his mouth he smiled and shook his head, “Nope, I’m as free as I can be.”
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the immortal humanoid found that it was about time their “love” knew about their feelings for him. after all, they had been following him around for a good… few months. they were head over heels for him! this was the only way aside from coming out of the blue and confessing their love to show how they felt. after all, they didn’t understand love in any other way.
the man they snuck up behind would get a light tap on his back. it was light enough that maybe he wouldn’t have noticed.
“hey… you aren’t busy right now, are you?”
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🔪 || “oh really?”
they gave a soft smile before going to sit next to him. he looked even better up close! never had they been this close to him before, and it was finally happening.
“that’s good. i’ve been wanting to talk to you. for a long while now. i’ve been seeing you around a lot, you know?”
of course, they wouldn’t admit that they were actually stalking him. they thought it would scare him off, which is what they didn’t wanna do. they weren’t even looking him in the eyes as they spoke. they seemed a bit… nervous. they didn’t sound that way, however.
“i was thinking that maybe we should hang out or something like that. i’ve become infatuated with you. you really do interest me!”
it almost sounded as if… they weren’t even questioning him. it was as if they were purposely trying to not give him a choice. which with them, that was most likely possible.
Taking a seat on the bench, he waited to see what this person was made of. Since they had seen him around so many times, maybe they wanted a piece of him too. It would be a little unusual though since not all of his “dates” made appearances to clubs after he got his hands on them.
After hearing that they had been seeing him a lot, he nodded, “I’ve seen you a couple times too. Sorry I never had time to give you the time of day.” The incubus had no clue how much they had actually been watching him. It was probably for the best for the time being.
Their lack of eye contact made him a little sad, he genuinely did enjoy looking into people’s eyes. Especially when they die and the life leaks out of them and dead eyes stare back at him. Well, he’d see this being’s eyes sooner or later so he didn’t say anything.
Eyebrows raised, a grin formed on his face. Well, this deerlet has a little crush, Romeo thought to himself. Deciding to be a little more forward, he took the person’s chin and angled their face up to his so they could look into his blue eyes while he asked, “Oh really? Why’s that?” A sensual smile was on his face as he stared at Val, wanting to know what his deerlet was about.
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🔪 || “oh… you have?”
val thought that maybe he knew about them stalking them. if that was true, they better just come clean. however they weren’t exactly sure if that was what he was getting at… so they chose to wait.
“that’s fine. i didn’t even expect you to notice me. i’m surprised you did.”
they chuckled to themself before giving a sigh. however once romeo had taken their chin into his hand, they gave him a wry smile. though they seemed happy!
“heh… why? i like you. i really really really like you, romeo.”
his name had accidentally slipped out. they were hoping he wouldn’t catch on. after all, he hadn’t even given them his name yet! so it might come off as… odd. so they attempted to brush it off by continuing on.
“i’ve liked you for… maybe a little over a month. i’ve maybe even become obsessed with you. i like you so much!”
they seemed to be becoming a little dreamy the more they spoke. it was probably because they were talking face to face with the one they liked!
“i would even die for you. i would tear my own heart out for you if you needed me to!… ah… sorry… maybe that’s going a bit far.”
what the immortal humanoid said may have been true, but they didn’t want to scare him off. they were trying to make him theirs after all…
A smile played on Romeo’s face as he listened to the other. They were interesting; he didn’t know why he thought this, but something was there.
“How can I not notice someone smaller than everyone else and quite adorable as well,” he asked. Since he went to clubs a lot, this individual truly did stand out.
Raising his eyebrows at the name drop, he was a little surprised they knew his name. Well, maybe they asked around, he thought as he gave them the benefit of the doubt.
Staying silent, the incubus let them speak until they had spilled almost everything. Even that they would spill their guts for him. In all honesty, he was surprised? He didn’t really know how to react. It was rare for anyone to say this unless he’s already slept with them and then decided he wanted to keep their heart and let them wither and die. But this was a stranger. One he’s seen a couple times, but overall a stranger.
“Why would you like me when I’m, in layman’s terms, a man-whore? I can understand if you just want to sleep with me, but why do you seem genuinely interested in who I am as a person?” he questioned, confused why anyone would want him for anything other than sex.
Since he was an incubus, he naturally looked attractive in people’s eyes and helped make them easier prey. At this moment, he realized they rarely would have been close enough to be in his infatuation field and he wasn’t even currently using it. That means this person saw him as he truly was, not as the sex demon he was.
“....who are you,” he demanded, his eyes narrow as he looked for their reaction. His already tall stature helped promote his dominance, but his eyes were piercing as well.