08-02-2018, 09:06 PM
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He was used to temptations, less because of his upbringing and who he was and more because of his life. Maybe his demonic blood made him more susceptible to it, he couldn't prove that, but one thing that he knew for sure was that if his life hadn't gone south at around age sixteen, he probably wouldn't have a lot of reasons to drink to begin with. But, hey, what could you do? Life was life, and now he had a mug in his hands with cold liquid that burned as it ran down his throat with each sip.
He, however, was very well aware of the other demons that inhabited the group he called his, as he was of all the other supernatural beings. He wasn't a full demon, though, and a lot of his void counterpart negated it to begin with, so it wouldn't have surprised him if no one picked up on that side of him until something specific happened to out him. No, he lived in relative peace going by as normal as he could be, casually knowing the secrets of all the other beings around him like it was nothing.
He hadn't expected Junji to walk over, expecting the man to take whatever had happened in stride and ignore him as he had. That didn't happen, however, and before Des even saw the man approach him, he sensed it. His gaze remained firmly on his glass, however, lest he make a fool of himself if the angel was only leaving, but that thought stuttered to a halt when he sauntered over with a sweet coo, and despite himself Des couldn't help but chuckle at what he figured was an indiscreet way to get him here as an excuse.
"Now it is, I see," he mused in response as the angel sat himself down without actual given permission, then turned back towards the bartender and motioned for him to put whatever the next drink was on his tab. He might as well indulge the man, if he had been coy enough to approach, and what was a few more dollars? "Is there a particular answer you're looking for that won't make me seem like an alcoholic?" he responded with equal amusement at the question.
He was used to temptations, less because of his upbringing and who he was and more because of his life. Maybe his demonic blood made him more susceptible to it, he couldn't prove that, but one thing that he knew for sure was that if his life hadn't gone south at around age sixteen, he probably wouldn't have a lot of reasons to drink to begin with. But, hey, what could you do? Life was life, and now he had a mug in his hands with cold liquid that burned as it ran down his throat with each sip.
He, however, was very well aware of the other demons that inhabited the group he called his, as he was of all the other supernatural beings. He wasn't a full demon, though, and a lot of his void counterpart negated it to begin with, so it wouldn't have surprised him if no one picked up on that side of him until something specific happened to out him. No, he lived in relative peace going by as normal as he could be, casually knowing the secrets of all the other beings around him like it was nothing.
He hadn't expected Junji to walk over, expecting the man to take whatever had happened in stride and ignore him as he had. That didn't happen, however, and before Des even saw the man approach him, he sensed it. His gaze remained firmly on his glass, however, lest he make a fool of himself if the angel was only leaving, but that thought stuttered to a halt when he sauntered over with a sweet coo, and despite himself Des couldn't help but chuckle at what he figured was an indiscreet way to get him here as an excuse.
"Now it is, I see," he mused in response as the angel sat himself down without actual given permission, then turned back towards the bartender and motioned for him to put whatever the next drink was on his tab. He might as well indulge the man, if he had been coy enough to approach, and what was a few more dollars? "Is there a particular answer you're looking for that won't make me seem like an alcoholic?" he responded with equal amusement at the question.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden