#holyrots: felix.

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@holyrots | Felix said “would you just let me help you? please?”

Callisto regards him. She's in a bit of a pickle, she thinks, because her crush on him had bloomed quickly, and wasn't exactly a small thing, and he seemed to now always be here - watching her in return.

Couldn't a girl sigh about her romantic prospects in peace?

"All right, come here." She's decided to be a tiny bit selfish, in a roundabout way where he won't be able to tell. "Will you just hold me steady?"

Callisto sets his hands on her hips where she's standing on the ladder - they're almost eye-to-eye this way. It can be labelled as helping, right?

[vitalphenomena]

WELL, MY LORD IS CERTAINLY WHAT STOLAS IS MORE ACCUSTOMED TO. Or my prince, or your grace, or my liege—or anything stuffy and regal-sounding, really. And Stolas is no stranger to sarcastic pieces of shit, either, but Felix is taking it to an entirely new level.

Even in this form, he deserves some fucking respect. He can still do stuff!

And, usually, he's the one moaning orgasmically! This isn't right, or just, or fair, or enjoyable at all! Stolas seethes, nostrils flaring.

"You have no idea what you are talking about, and really, you sound very much like a fucking moron. Fuck! You've already been to hell—would you really like to push your luck, potentially end up somewhere worse?"

Well, Stolas, it kind of is a thing because Felix wants it to be a thing so now it's totally a thing. That's just how the cookie crumbles.

Felix pretends to clutch his invisible pearls.

"My lord!" How's that? Better? Felix, get this, winks. "Please, don't threaten me with a good time. You know what they say about suns. They're hot. Hotter than hell. I don't think there could be a sexier setting, really. The thought of being catapulted into a sexy sun..."

He makes a sound like he's — well, it's rather concerning.

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She might swoon, damn him. Callisto likes the way his hands feel on her hips, the reassuring grip where she knows that even if she were to lean back into his embrace, he wouldn't hesitate to wrap her up and hold her close.

But maybe she's just projecting.

"Are you? Maybe you should be up on the ladder and I'll hold you steady." Callisto teases, throwing him a glance over her shoulder - and turning away quickly when she can feel her cheeks start to heat when she realises just how close putting his hands on her had gotten him. "I can picture you in one of those flowy dresses."

Felix has a problem. (Well, arguably Felix has several problems, but who's counting?) The thing is—everywhere else in the world is boring now. Every room is measured by one simple equation: is Callisto Jones inside of it?

If the answer is no, he's not really interested in being there.

"I thought you'd never ask."

He lets her guide his hands to his hips, where his grip finds the perfect balance between gentle and firm. A silent way of saying, I've got you.

"Just let me know if you're overcome by the urge to swoon. I'm usually the damsel in distress, but I can pull off knight-in-shining-armour too."

[vitalphenomena]

"My...helliness?"

That's not a thing! That's simply not a thing! Stolas is perplexed, irate, undermined. He doesn't wield his authority often, but this insubordination puts him in the mood to do so.

"Whether you were once in my employ or not," he begins, misunderstanding completely, "I still possess the ability to send you catapulting into a fucking sun. Any sun! I have power over all the suns in the cosmos."

"My sincerest apologies, your helliness. I, of course, meant royal roast owl. How could I be so thoughtless."

It's rather marvellous, not giving a shit.

"Bee-tee-dubs, I've quit." Being a demon. And all that jazz.

[vitalphenomena]

"Now. I know our current disguises may be rather perplexing, for someone of your caliber, but is this really a way to direct conversation towards your superior?"

"Means it's roast owl on the menu, pal."

[vitalphenomena]

"Whatever are you talking about?"

"Nobody told you? We're eating the rich now."