sleepyhoneybunn

Candy clamored her way inside, tripping on the way in and scratching herself right side up to kick the door closed. She hardly even noticed the man who jumped from his chair, far too busy trying to catch her breath.

His shouting did the trick though! She flinched when she heard his voice, staring wide eyed up at the tall red demon. If she didnt know any better she would have mistook him for the radio demon of all people.

“F-fuck no! Are you kidding me?” She shook her head, scooting back into the corner- her foot still pushing hard on the door to keep it shut.

Lucian's eyes shifted from the door to Candy herself and made a quick decision to lock the door properly with his magic. Despite her being a stranger he couldn't let a person in possible danger back into the fray.

"Very well... I'll let you take shelter here until this violence comes to pass. Then you shall take your leave." The showman says with a sigh, and offers her a cup of tea. Ever the gentleman he Lucian is.

“Its a deal spooky-“ she nodded- her eyes both on him and the door. Despite seeing the lock turn- she didnt really want to get up from the floor. Something in his tone made her feel perhaps she was not welcome. Maybe the “get out of my home” line.

“C-can ya believe theyre comin out this far?” She asked- choosing not to reach for the cup he was offering her. What if this guy was a cannibal or something? Coulda laced it with poison.

“Ya live on wheels- why are you parked here?”

"I agree, it is a bit agitating that these squabbles are getting closer to this side of the city. I was caught off guard by them being so close so I have to stay put. Moving the caravan would be too risky since I would have to get out myself." Lucian says with a sigh to his tone. Once he saw the pink demon was not going to make a move to take the cup he retracted his hand and placed it back on the tray with the rest of the tea set.

He decides to sit back down in his armchair, but doesn't return to his book. Though he does pick it up, place a bookmark into the spot he was reading, and sets it aside for later use. There was a stranger in his home after all- and he needed to make sure that she wasn't of the unsavory sort. No need for a thief or someone worse being stuck in his home with his guard down.

"No need for you to sit on the floor, go ahead and take a seat." He says, waving a hand basically gesturing for her to take a seat at any of the open chairs in his home.

It wasn't a big space, but it did seem a bit bigger than the outside. Small sitting area with an armchair, small couch, radio, and a bookshelf, a kitchenette in the corner opposite to the door, rounded wood table and a few chairs, pictures and knick knacks on the walls, and a curtain on the other end of the caravan separating what must be his bedroom from the rest of the space for privacy reasons.

She slowly began to relax as he sat back down- letting her foot slide down off the door. The pink demon looked to the seats he gestured too, carefully pulling herself to her feet now. “Fer real?” She asked, still standing in the corner by the door.

Sure she was an intruder but like.. he wanted her to sit in an arm chair with him? That felt kinda weird. But then maybe sitting on the floor for the whole bomb strike was weird too..?

“Okay uh… thank you” she looked around his house as she walked over to sit in the chair across from him. It seemed very cozy. Much more furnished than her apartment.

“M’Candy,” she introduced herself, sitting down on top of her hands. She looked very awkward now that she wasnt all panicky.

“…do you work at a circus?” She asked, looking over his clothes more so now. His suit was more like a ring leaders outfit or something. He even had the shoulder pad thingies with the fringe.

"Lucian Silverstein," The showman tips his top hat to her, introducing himself to the pink demon while remaining in his seat. He takes another sip of his tea, his set shaking from another bomb going off nearby. "It's nice to meet you despite the extenuating circumstances."

Despite not working in a circus anymore, he certainly did look the part. Though his cape was hung up on the coat rack near the door. He just liked dressing up like this since magic was his passion.

"Ah well, not anymore. I do have my own solo acts though!" Lucian says with a hum, placing his cup back down on it's saucer.

Candy clamored her way inside, tripping on the way in and scratching herself right side up to kick the door closed. She hardly even noticed the man who jumped from his chair, far too busy trying to catch her breath.

His shouting did the trick though! She flinched when she heard his voice, staring wide eyed up at the tall red demon. If she didnt know any better she would have mistook him for the radio demon of all people.

“F-fuck no! Are you kidding me?” She shook her head, scooting back into the corner- her foot still pushing hard on the door to keep it shut.

Lucian's eyes shifted from the door to Candy herself and made a quick decision to lock the door properly with his magic. Despite her being a stranger he couldn't let a person in possible danger back into the fray.

"Very well... I'll let you take shelter here until this violence comes to pass. Then you shall take your leave." The showman says with a sigh, and offers her a cup of tea. Ever the gentleman he Lucian is.

“Its a deal spooky-“ she nodded- her eyes both on him and the door. Despite seeing the lock turn- she didnt really want to get up from the floor. Something in his tone made her feel perhaps she was not welcome. Maybe the “get out of my home” line.

“C-can ya believe theyre comin out this far?” She asked- choosing not to reach for the cup he was offering her. What if this guy was a cannibal or something? Coulda laced it with poison.

“Ya live on wheels- why are you parked here?”

"I agree, it is a bit agitating that these squabbles are getting closer to this side of the city. I was caught off guard by them being so close so I have to stay put. Moving the caravan would be too risky since I would have to get out myself." Lucian says with a sigh to his tone. Once he saw the pink demon was not going to make a move to take the cup he retracted his hand and placed it back on the tray with the rest of the tea set.

He decides to sit back down in his armchair, but doesn't return to his book. Though he does pick it up, place a bookmark into the spot he was reading, and sets it aside for later use. There was a stranger in his home after all- and he needed to make sure that she wasn't of the unsavory sort. No need for a thief or someone worse being stuck in his home with his guard down.

"No need for you to sit on the floor, go ahead and take a seat." He says, waving a hand basically gesturing for her to take a seat at any of the open chairs in his home.

It wasn't a big space, but it did seem a bit bigger than the outside. Small sitting area with an armchair, small couch, radio, and a bookshelf, a kitchenette in the corner opposite to the door, rounded wood table and a few chairs, pictures and knick knacks on the walls, and a curtain on the other end of the caravan separating what must be his bedroom from the rest of the space for privacy reasons.

Candy clamored her way inside, tripping on the way in and scratching herself right side up to kick the door closed. She hardly even noticed the man who jumped from his chair, far too busy trying to catch her breath.

His shouting did the trick though! She flinched when she heard his voice, staring wide eyed up at the tall red demon. If she didnt know any better she would have mistook him for the radio demon of all people.

“F-fuck no! Are you kidding me?” She shook her head, scooting back into the corner- her foot still pushing hard on the door to keep it shut.

Lucian's eyes shifted from the door to Candy herself and made a quick decision to lock the door properly with his magic. Despite her being a stranger he couldn't let a person in possible danger back into the fray.

"Very well... I'll let you take shelter here until this violence comes to pass. Then you shall take your leave." The showman says with a sigh, and offers her a cup of tea. Ever the gentleman he Lucian is.

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Asmodeus raises one eyebrow at the question, a smile still printed on his face while he stares down at Helena now. There was the obvious answer but he didn’t need to say that.

“Well and you accepted going out with the lust made flesh. I must say you are brave, not that I intend to do anything with you.” Said the sin before letting his glass go, falling on the floor. He starts to walk towards the demon holding a suggestive smile on his lips. “I’m also not saying I wouldn’t want to”

He finishes that with a chuckle, of course the Sin wanted to get reactions from the other royalty, Ozzie loved to play with people in general especially when they are blue bloods.

“Well I do like to sing. My voice can be quite enticing to say the least.”

Helena… didn’t really know how to feel about Asmodeus hitting on her like that. It was odd- the doe wasn’t used to people finding her attractive in a… “respectable manner”. Or at least he didn’t try to do anything without her explicit permission. At the very least the ruler of lust respected her and her boundaries- Helena would give him that. Though the princess didn’t bother commenting or responding to his suggestive statement.

Her face did perk up when he mentioned singing. There was another thing she and the sin had in common!

“Really? I’m sure you bring down the house performing in your ring of Hell.” Helena says with a grin. She loved to perform too. “I’ve done a few performances myself- but I’m sure yours are a lot more professional and extravagant considering your place in the royal hierarchy.”

Asmodeus lifts one eyebrow and tilts his head at her claim. It was indeed a big show when he sings, most of the time she doesn’t announce and even with that the house was full, but he got more interested in what she said. 

“You sing huh?” Said the sin. He didn’t know this demon too well, but another royal singing in his club could mean something good. It would surely attract some new clients.”Well maybe you should sing to me sometime.”

He moves his hand to hold Helena’s chin, lifting it up a little to make her look up to him. His claws gently brushing by her jawline.

“Who knows, maybe even sing together.”

Helena's eyes widened at his proposition- this would be a big break for her! She was surprised that Asmodeus would allow her to come and sing at his club since it was a pretty exclusive place for many demons to get into, let alone perform at. Then again, Helena was royalty. It would probably bring the sin some good business.

"If that's okay with you- I'd love the opportunity to go down to the lust ring to perform for your club." Helena says, barely containing her excitement at the very idea.

sleepyhoneybunn​:

Asmodeus raises one eyebrow at the question, a smile still printed on his face while he stares down at Helena now. There was the obvious answer but he didn’t need to say that.

“Well and you accepted going out with the lust made flesh. I must say you are brave, not that I intend to do anything with you.” Said the sin before letting his glass go, falling on the floor. He starts to walk towards the demon holding a suggestive smile on his lips. “I’m also not saying I wouldn’t want to”

He finishes that with a chuckle, of course the Sin wanted to get reactions from the other royalty, Ozzie loved to play with people in general especially when they are blue bloods.

“Well I do like to sing. My voice can be quite enticing to say the least.”

Helena... didn't really know how to feel about Asmodeus hitting on her like that. It was odd- the doe wasn't used to people finding her attractive in a... "respectable manner". Or at least he didn't try to do anything without her explicit permission. At the very least the ruler of lust respected her and her boundaries- Helena would give him that. Though the princess didn't bother commenting or responding to his suggestive statement.

Her face did perk up when he mentioned singing. There was another thing she and the sin had in common!

"Really? I'm sure you bring down the house performing in your ring of Hell." Helena says with a grin. She loved to perform too. "I've done a few performances myself- but I'm sure yours are a lot more professional and extravagant considering your place in the royal hierarchy."