[[ my precious butterfly man ]]

1. Due to his body size, Drugelis only has a wardrobe for his human disguise. He’s much too thin in his true form, and the wings attached to him are too large for him to put clothes on properly.
2. The colors on his wings aren’t just for show—  They are spots where powdery scales flake off of his body. The colors determine the effects, though it’s mostly useful in battle. Red scales are highly flammable, green scales inflicts random ailments and illnesses, and pink ones seemingly do nothing. Though in reality, it heals ailments if it’s potent enough.
3. He possesses two tongues. The first is a aide to help him consume solid food (which he rarely eats) and to make his human disguise more convincing. The second one is his real tongue, hidden underneath the first. It’s more of a proboscis: long, thin, and sharp enough to drink from his prey’s veins (or tear ducts).
4. Has a passive interest in the club scene, since it was a nostalgic reminder of his teenage years.
5. Humans are his favorite animal. Though a good amount of his fellow demons assume he’s just saying it to assert his dominance, the reality is he genuinely and sincerely believes this.
6. On a related note, he has owned human pets in the past. He prefers females over males.
7. Drugelis has two preferred ways to travel. He either dissolves into a swarm of butterflies (which reforms once he reaches his destination), or he takes his carriage. The former is much more subtle than the latter, which is a subject of urban legend in human villages.
8. His favorite flower is the iris, especially the Dracula’s Kiss variant. Fittingly, his silhouette could be described as ‘vaguely iris-shaped’.

While he could understand why she would be nervous still, it still stung just in the slightest, yes, both were trying, but it felt like they needed more than just getting used to each other for them to feel more comfortable and not have the usual, awkward silence, his hand gently moved from her head to her shoulder, giving her another light pat. “Hey, do you have a moment to talk?” He kept his voice friendly, trying to ease any nervousness he may have caused her.

While she didn’t think much of him moving his hand, she was curious about his question. What could he want from her? Bonnie tried to guess, but she could only pull blanks. Maybe it was something trivial? She could only hope. After all, small talk was preferable to any sort of serious conversation. Especially with someone like him. “Sure.” 

Douma noticed that their comment had irked the other somehow, and so they put their hands together apologetically, bowing their head slightly. “My apologies, places like this tend to be used as shelters most of the time, especially when it rains or it’s cold, I wasn’t aware that this was your home.” Perhaps the decorating was rather… Bad, they had to admit, though they were used to white and golden decorating the streets of Ophanim, rather than abandoned-looking places. “I didn’t mean to offend.”

A small pause was given by the god as they tried to change the subject from the mistake they’d made, before they finally spoke up, trying to remain as polite as possible.

“Sorry to ask, what is your name, sir?” After all, finding a proper way to refer the other was much better than continuing to talk about how abandoned the place looked, or so thought Douma, hoping that the other wouldn’t overthink what they’d said. “I go by Douma.” They offered a gentle smile, though still quite ashamed of what they’d said, seems like this will remain in their head for a while.

Drugelis couldn’t blame the angel for having such a assumption. It was the result of common sense, which many beings seemed to possess. Unfortunately (for him), the same beings didn’t share or understand the appeal of the abandoned. While he was used to their scorn, the vampire couldn’t help but feel frustrated every once in awhile. Was this the burden of having eccentric tastes? Surely there were worse styles out there! But he couldn’t feel that emotion towards his visitor. After all, he didn’t know what kind of standards they had. “None taken.”

Oliver nods his head having yet to figure out that the other doesn’t know much about alcohol. He’d always thought that it was a world wide thing due to the many variations of it and just how you could make it.

“ Yeah, pretty high tolerance. Body burns up the stuff a lot faster then normal people would. At least more than around ten bottles of the stuff to even get a buzz “

The sight of candles suddenly lighting up called Douma’s attention, surprising them lightly, however, they did not say much, they stood where they were and observed, after all, they could never know what this being was capable of, pitch black eyes rested on the other, and awaited for something that told them that it was safe to speak.

Was that hesitation however? It seemed for a moment as if both of them were analyzing the situation and waiting for the other to do something first. The god was about to make a comment, now that they could see a little better, about the looks of the place- Before a voice stopped them from saying anything, the figure that stood there spoke.

“Rain…?” Of course, it seemed like there wasn’t the best of weathers, they hadn’t truly thought of it, and they had to look back for a moment, almost as if looking for a window so they could look out and see, it was indeed quite gray, how careless of them! “That wasn’t the original idea, if I’m honest with you.” But it works, Douma closed their eyes before turning their head to the other.

“I was exploring, that’s just it.” They had their reasons to enter this place in particular of course! But that was not the question given to them, no need to go into full detail when it wasn’t needed, right? Though one question formed in their mind, and they had to pause for a moment and realize exactly what they were just doing.

“Oh dear.” A hand was brought to their mouth, and they grimaced. “I’m sorry, is this your shelter?” Close enough, perhaps, was this a homeless creature and were they disturbing their only shelter? the god couldn’t help but feel slight guild.

Now, Douma wasn’t a really nosy person, usually, they kept themselves from any situation that could result in trouble, but sometimes, curiosity plays a strong part in their behavior, making them go through places or experiences that perhaps they shouldn’t really deal with as a god. But did they truly care? Not at all! A lot of people underestimated them, and that was usually the reason why they resulted victorious, in case they needed to fight.

But it wasn’t always that they found abandoned places that were haunting and charming in some sense, and the sense of adventure coated them and pushed them to explore its inside. While it was dark, the god could still somewhat see, And as much as it seemed like a completely abandoned place, something still felt quite off, could it be the fact that it still seemed like there was some sort of care? Or maybe the feeling of being observed?

While they couldn’t completely confirm the first feeling, they could definitely do it for the second, their exploration came to a halt the moment they saw a figure, approaching, and so their black eyes stared, careful, cautious, it was more than clear that they’d both seen each other already. They didn’t know if it was convenient or not to speak, so they observed, awaiting for any signal that it was safe to keep going, or not.

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