#˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ ft — raphael.

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those cat eyes crinkle , and yet --- it feels ... practiced . ❝ you keep popping up like this ... one of these days - you're bound to find one of us indecent . ❞   the drow abandons his combative posture , but remains subtly cautious . ❝ ... tempting , i know . but i'll warn you the girls punch surprisingly hard , no matter how dainty their hands may look . ❞ his upturned nose twitches , almost as if drawing from a personal recollection .

@theclavv liked for a starter .

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what an unexpected pleasure.

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he's pouting , and not in the way he does when he's trying to intentionally convince someone to fall of his boyish charms , cater to his whims - nonono , if it were so his shoulders would not be nearly as tense as they are . ❝ i feel like you're lying to me . ❞ there's almost an innocence - a sullen childishness to his tone ; strange , perhaps , for it to blossom in a creature with such a potential for viciousness - but no less genuine for it . the drow tilts his head , trying to access the devil , severely out of his element .

❝ and i don't appreciate the ... judgy little devil eyes , ❞ he rubs the back of his neck , discomfort settling in as heat seeps into his skin . he'd much rather be home where it was cold and damp ... alas . ❝ i didn't crash , if that's what you're thinking . that's way too tacky ... i'm a plus-one . i swear . ❞

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@dvilsdesire Look if he wants to get himself killed that's on him 🤣 also leave him unattended for the FUN

❝ oh come on ... why do we have to swim ... can't we stay on land where it's - safe and ... solid . ❞ everything else he can forgive , but he's holding that one against him .

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[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking .  / !!!

❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .

the drow blinks in baffled disbelief , batting those long , fluffy lashes at the devil as though this is completely uncharted territory . and as soon as said disbelief begins to wane and wear off his face , it's quickly replaced with a sullen expression .

❝ did you just ... shush me ? ❞ those dark , judgemental brows knit at the center of his otherwise smooth forehead , the sudden urge to break a vase out of sheer spite nipping at his brain . ❝ don't shush me . ❞

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Questioning Sentences, Vol. 31

↳ @raqhael : "Are you willing to make a bargain?"

❝ oh , please don't sit in my chair . ❞ the pleading whine is wasted once raphael looks about as comfortable there as a house cat . wonderful . he'll have a delightful time explaining this one to his patron later ! does he have any idea what it's like to have a 10ft tall spider cross with you ? ❝ why do you want to upset my patron ? because please - let me clarify : as much as i enjoy the sound of your voice , i do not enjoy spiders crawling out of my mouth all night long ... i need my beauty sleep . and it's about as unpleasant as it sounds . ❞ and unfortunately , he's not making just an educated guess .

he folds in arms in protest , for a moment , before rolling his shiny red eyes and allowing himself to fall in a more agreeable mood . ❝ fine ... i can't help but feel like you only came to me because of drow stereotypes - but fine , ❞ it would be more offensive if they weren't all - you know , mostly true . ❝ i'm all pointy ears ... what do you want ? ❞

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↳ @fiendishfinesse : are you the guest of honor?

❝ ah - ! ❞ thud - crash ! there it goes the relic , splattering all over the floor . fantastic . he will never hear the end of this now . ❝ xsa ol ... ❞ the drow cusses in his mother tongue . and this right here - this is exactly why he hates devils . one second you're alone , stealing from the guest of honor - and the next there's somebody looming over your shoulder . ❝ don't . do this . ❞ can't a man commit crimes in peace anymore ?

this isn't fun unless he's the one doing it . vhaal'krin crosses his arms , looking undeniably miffed . ❝ hmph . ❞ he huffs , wiping his gloved hands against his forearm , making sure his displeasure is known . ❝ no ... and remind me to give you a collar with a bell on it . ❞

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↳ @fiendishfinesse : "it's a pleasure to meet you."

though he can blend in smoothly amdist the lavish crowd , vhaal'krin remains very much a loner at heart ; his spikes of craving attention of individuals came and went like a whisk of wind , and for the most part , he prefers to keep his distance when possible . he's not here of his own free-will , that much is evident , and as a treat for himself for enduring this , he'd decided to cause a little intrigue , sit back , and watch people argue . people are terribly simple , sometimes , whisper the right words in the right ears , and everything falls apart .

he's very comfortable in his corner of the room , observing , dressed the part , a glass of wine in his gloved hand ; but he'd just as comfortable sleeping in an underground cave filled with monsters and spiders crawling all over him . his skin changes color as needed . sometimes he was the wolf , and sometimes he was as unalarming as a sheep . he's adaptable .

tonight , he's trying his hardest to blend in the shadows , because lolth forbid he has to feign interest in one of these people for a third time tonight . of course , it seems as though they insist on not leaving him to rot in his own sullenness . the drow turns his head , leisurely , attentively , his heavy-lidded eyes filled with glossy with skepticism . ❝ really ? ... that's odd , ❞ he remarks , soft-spoken , a wisp of dark hair falling over his cheek as his perilous gaze takes in the man and his fancy attire . ❝ - i'm not particularly nice to meet . ❞

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❝ who said anything about stopping you ? ❞ the drow reiterates , trying not to latch onto the image the devil paints oh so tactfully into his brain that's as repulsive as it is impressively descriptive . ❝ i just think it'd be fun to watch you get punched in the nose . ❞ particularly now , after this exchange .

❝ hells , i'd be rooting for you if i weren't just a squirmy little worm in a web at the opposite end of the board of whatever game it is you think you're playing , ❞ civility , he says . but he wonders just how much of a sore loser the devil really is . does he throw tantrums when nobody is watching ? flip over the board ? he looks like the type . ❝ but i enjoy a good show as much as the next blood thirsty drow ... rip everything to shreds , scorch baldur's gate , ❞ the tight lipped smile strains on his face , and inevitably falters . ❝ i don't care , ❞ he does . he plays the role well , but if he didn't , he wouldn't be here . ❝ but could i maybe get a warning before the colorful visuals next time ? ❞

       an  infernal  mind  was  pristine  ,  often  calculated  ,  there  was  little  room  to  think  of  such  an  image  ,  but  the  mere  voiced  opinion  of  the  barbaric  thing  ,  made  his  nose  rise  in  disgust  .  it  was  breif  ,  quick  second  ,  and  washed  away  with  the  wicked  laughter  ,  small  chuckles  hidden  behind  a  fist  for  composure  .

       ❝  now  that  would  be  a  sight  to  behold  ,  my  favourite  clients  ,  in  the  pig  muck  they  were  bore  in  ;  but  it  would  take  more  than  a  mere  smack  to  stop  me  from  getting  what  i  want  .  ❞  (  which  he  did  not  hide  ;  a  devil  turns  up  ,  they  want  a  bargain  .  )  ❝  does  not  mean  i  do  not  prefer  the  civility  in  a  glass  of  wine  and  game  of  lanceboard  above  a  latrine  .  ❞