I believe I promised you word if I were to obtain photos of my militarily prodigious giant animal?
[Following this message are several candid photos of Damen doing Damen things around the castle. Swinging a sword around somewhere, probably? Feel free to fill in any number of other activities in this photo reel.]
voice to text you're welcome for the lack of typos
[Laurent’s knee-jerk defensiveness is very telling, but his old instincts are still there; his backpedalling is him realising that it might be better to keep Damen’s tactical acumen and language skills a secret. Yeah, Damen’s totally a… “beefcake himbo”.]
Who’s that? Very nice set of red eyes, goes well with you.
[ Wordy owlish prince. Blitzø supposes that's sort of right. Though mostly the issue is the his part. Is Stolas his anything? Sometimes he thinks maybe, other times, it seems like he's lost any chance of that happening. ]
Beefcake just means a hot guy. Especially a super muscly hot guy with abs like, well, exactly like the ones your guy has. Himbo [ How the fuck do you explain himbo? He probably doesn't know the term bimbo, and at this point the two terms are so far apart that the term herbo exists. ] Heart full head empty? A golden retriever of a man? Real pretty to look at but kind of an ditz.
I wouldn’t compare him to a retriever. He’s more of a mastiff. An attack hound. Though sometimes I don’t understand the things he does, I’m sure there are thoughts behind them.
No, he’s a man, not a dog.
[Hey fellas, is it weird to compare your lover to a dog when you have a history extremely fraught with power imbalances? Yeah, it’s weird, right?? No, he shouldn’t do this- if he doesn't try harder to put his foot down they're going to be weird about this forever. They're already really weird with their matching slave cuffs that Damen refuses to take off.]
Beefcake, however, is accurate. Thank you for all these new terms. I might add them to my vocabulary.
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[It's Father's Day, and Loona may not have gotten Blitz anything in the past - he'll find a plush horse sewn by someone who isn't very experienced in making these kinds of things. It'll be sitting outside of his room, with the tag "To: My weirdo dad. From: Loona".
[ A pause as Blitzø checks his phone, then Via's room, then his phone again and... fuck. He tries to type it out, but the words swim even worse than usual in his head. Finally he settles for: ]
b rite ovr
[ He has a chasm to cross and guards to sneak past, but some news has to be given in person. ]
[ But he also didn't really think anyone would mourn him. Which, yes, when you consider how Stolas gave up everything to save him from execution, doesn't quite track logically, but he's got a lot of self loathing to work through get off his dick. ]
btu yah im trying 2
shit i shud get him smth rilly nice fr sinsmas
i alreddy bottomed fr him for his bday how do i top that???
hellborn holeday. u spend it celebraating ur brith sin (or any sin u fele like and give prezents and shit. And tehre's all these neet traditions like decorating a tree and mistlefoe and stuff liek taht
[It's been a good bit since they had mutually murdered each other and Striker had been particularly quiet since that time, mostly spending his time in the stables with Bombproof or hunting what he was allowed to for some fun.
Which is precisely where he is today, sitting in the open stall of his horse and leaning against the loafing creature. The horse's head lays in his lap, sharp eyes keeping track of anyone or anything that decides to come in at this time of day. Striker himself is dressed rather casually in just some pants akin to riding leathers and a loose cotton shirt with that same damn hat of his. At least he seems... Calm? Weird.]
[ Damn. It's not like Blitzø's been avoiding Striker--that would imply fear and Blitzø definitely isn't afraid of Striker. But it's kind of hard to know where you go from "hey remember that time we killed each other and then became ghosts??" Added to that, he knows Stolas hates Striker more than ever now--for valid reason--and it just.... generally seemed just fine with him that they weren't running into each other.
But of course, if they were going to run into each other, it'd be in the stables. Things aren't awkward enough that Blitzø would deprive himself of horse time. There's no amount of awkward that would be worth that.
He stops when he reaches the s and gives a nod, eyes cool and auspicious. ]
[If he has wanted to cause more trouble he'd have already done something, really. He's not the type to plan for long stretches of time and it's been more than long enough that it's past the expiration date. He doesn't even bother to get up when he passes by, snorting softly in what seems more amusement than anything, casually tipping his hat.] Blitz.
[And no condescending nickname at that, amazing. Bombproof merely looks up for a moment to see who's intruding on his time with his owner, a soft snort of flame his only indication of anything before laying his head back down to get more ear scratches.]
Take it we ain't got a problem after that whole murder thing? [Nor does he he sound like he's talking about anything more important than, like, the weather.] Bombproof wouldn't mind more attention if'n you're aiming to stick around a while.
[ There's enough edge to make it clear Blitzø hasn't forgotten that Striker hurt Stolas long before they killed each other. But Blitzø holds his own life too lightly to bear a grudge especially when they both took the other's life, and they're fine now.
The offer makes him stiffen a little, glancing around like it could be a trap. ]
Really? With you here?
[ Not that he's snuck in to pet Bombproof and give him treats when Striker wasn't there, obviously. Except yes he totally has. ]
Yeah, well, he can stay mad as long as he wants. Doesn't bother me none as I couldn't care less about him here. [Outside of being a Goetia, but even then since he knows he got stripped his rank and such for longer than he'll be alive, he's back into their tier of "people that just sort of exist". An important category to not waste his time on, at least.] But I meant with you, yeah, just to make sure the whole imp murder shit isn't more than that. [He acts like he wants to say more after that but he turns his attention back to Bombproof.
The horse doesn't seem to really care about anything but the attention he is currently getting. Which causes him to look back up at the other imp, brow slowly raising with a hint of a smirk.]
You really think you were sneaky enough that I wouldn't know you've been sneaking in here? You coulda just asked. He makes those decisions, not me. [His fingers move from the horse's ears to working down his neck to his shoulders, seeming to be working on some of the muscles there.]
If he hasn't tried to bite or kick you, you're good.
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[Following this message are several candid photos of Damen doing Damen things around the castle. Swinging a sword around somewhere, probably? Feel free to fill in any number of other activities in this photo reel.]
voice to text you're welcome for the lack of typos
is he as dumb as he looks?
[ In return Blitzø sends over some shots of his own giant animal albeit a much skinnier, nerdier, and more avian sort of giant animal. ]
thank you blitzo now he can accurately pick up the lingo
Alright, he’s dumb in some contexts.
Some would say many contexts.
[Laurent’s knee-jerk defensiveness is very telling, but his old instincts are still there; his backpedalling is him realising that it might be better to keep Damen’s tactical acumen and language skills a secret. Yeah, Damen’s totally a… “beefcake himbo”.]
Who’s that? Very nice set of red eyes, goes well with you.
Please call him a himbo to his face
He's my
Something I guess
He's not dumb
Well lol he's kind of dumb about some things
It's not his fault he's a prince he's used to paying people to wipe his ass for him he can't do anything normal
But he uses big words and punctuation and shit
idk if our current threads work for that but Laurent Will keep an eye out for chances
[Just don't even attempt to name the relationship, that's how you lifehack this.]
I never called him dumb, you were the one calling mine dumb. On that subject, can you explain the term beefcake himbo?
[He wants to be sure he knows what he's saying before he unleashes it on Damen, you know. ]
I have faith in us tbh Damen will find a way
Beefcake just means a hot guy. Especially a super muscly hot guy with abs like, well, exactly like the ones your guy has. Himbo [ How the fuck do you explain himbo? He probably doesn't know the term bimbo, and at this point the two terms are so far apart that the term herbo exists. ] Heart full head empty? A golden retriever of a man? Real pretty to look at but kind of an ditz.
cw: references to fictional slavery
No, he’s a man, not a dog.
[Hey fellas, is it weird to compare your lover to a dog when you have a history extremely fraught with power imbalances? Yeah, it’s weird, right?? No, he shouldn’t do this- if he doesn't try harder to put his foot down they're going to be weird about this forever. They're already really weird with their matching slave cuffs that Damen refuses to take off.]
Beefcake, however, is accurate. Thank you for all these new terms. I might add them to my vocabulary.
Father's Day
Happy Father's Day, Blitz.]
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Have you seen Via? I was meant to met up with her to meet her roommate but she hasn't been responding to my messages.
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b rite ovr
[ He has a chasm to cross and guards to sneak past, but some news has to be given in person. ]
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How's your bird? You know he barely ate when you were gone.
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i wuz worreed
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You better make it up to him. I was worried he was gonna waste away.
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[ But he also didn't really think anyone would mourn him. Which, yes, when you consider how Stolas gave up everything to save him from execution, doesn't quite track logically, but he's got a lot of self loathing to work through get off his dick. ]
btu yah im trying 2
shit i shud get him smth rilly nice fr sinsmas
i alreddy bottomed fr him for his bday how do i top that???
so 2 speek
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You can't just dump all that without deets.
One, wtf is sinsmas?
And two, how was it~?
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hellborn holeday. u spend it celebraating ur brith sin (or any sin u fele like and give prezents and shit. And tehre's all these neet traditions like decorating a tree and mistlefoe and stuff liek taht
and youve bottomed pelnty u know how it is
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Oh I know I have. But I'm askin' about you. Was he good? He doesn't read as TOP energy to me.
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mamons the wrosst dont celerbate just greed
i meen yeah not liek wed leave it otu but just greed?? uggh
and satans a big red bitch fuck him two
[ What were they talking about? Oh right. ]
o yah hes DEF a bottom most of the tiem butt were both adventruss
and hes SMART leik I dint tihnk sarmt was that sexy but he lerns fast
man duznt even have a dick but he took to the strapon rite away
Actiooooon
Which is precisely where he is today, sitting in the open stall of his horse and leaning against the loafing creature. The horse's head lays in his lap, sharp eyes keeping track of anyone or anything that decides to come in at this time of day. Striker himself is dressed rather casually in just some pants akin to riding leathers and a loose cotton shirt with that same damn hat of his. At least he seems... Calm? Weird.]
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But of course, if they were going to run into each other, it'd be in the stables. Things aren't awkward enough that Blitzø would deprive himself of horse time. There's no amount of awkward that would be worth that.
He stops when he reaches the s and gives a nod, eyes cool and auspicious. ]
Striker.
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[And no condescending nickname at that, amazing. Bombproof merely looks up for a moment to see who's intruding on his time with his owner, a soft snort of flame his only indication of anything before laying his head back down to get more ear scratches.]
Take it we ain't got a problem after that whole murder thing? [Nor does he he sound like he's talking about anything more important than, like, the weather.] Bombproof wouldn't mind more attention if'n you're aiming to stick around a while.
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[ There's enough edge to make it clear Blitzø hasn't forgotten that Striker hurt Stolas long before they killed each other. But Blitzø holds his own life too lightly to bear a grudge especially when they both took the other's life, and they're fine now.
The offer makes him stiffen a little, glancing around like it could be a trap. ]
Really? With you here?
[ Not that he's snuck in to pet Bombproof and give him treats when Striker wasn't there, obviously.
Except yes he totally has.]no subject
The horse doesn't seem to really care about anything but the attention he is currently getting. Which causes him to look back up at the other imp, brow slowly raising with a hint of a smirk.]
You really think you were sneaky enough that I wouldn't know you've been sneaking in here? You coulda just asked. He makes those decisions, not me. [His fingers move from the horse's ears to working down his neck to his shoulders, seeming to be working on some of the muscles there.]
If he hasn't tried to bite or kick you, you're good.