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ROOK

i.
[ most of the time, Rook is aware of where he is going and what random surface he is deciding to nap on. he has his favourite spots, out side of his hoard of pillows and blankets, and they are usually in presence of other demons, the few vampires he has decided he likes, or the bar in downtown Seoul that caters to those with magic in their blood.

this couch is in none of those places.

it smells like earth and dampness and moss first off.

second, there is way less magic in the air here and it's weird. well there is magic, a kind that Rook hasn't felt in a long while, and nothing like the static feeling of too many magical creatures in one area brings to his skin. this is... calmer. more unified.

still, he has no fucking clue where he is. not that it seems to bother him. the demon hums and sits up on the couch hair a mess and eyes half lidded, standing out if only because he is clad in just loose black pants and a whole lotta gold body jewellery.

what there are standards for demons of lust okay? sometimes he cares enough to hold himself to them. kinda.

his voice is rough when he speaks.]

Mm, where 'm I?

ii.
[ Rook doesn't need to stay. he can leave as easily as he came (but with more intention), can slide between the worlds and slink back to hell where he has whatever he needs to make eternity terrible for others. but--

and isn't there always a 'but'

he kinda likes it here. this place is weird, with the people and the place. the magic that is so different in them all but also strangely similar. how all these beings are under one roof in the swamp and have found things that so many spend their whole existences searching for.

how there is more love than lust here and well fuck, isn't that something.

so yeah, Rook could leave. Rook should leave. there isn't much for him to do here with his Cardinal. there are only so many strings for him to pull on (and yeah yeah yeah, a good demon would seduce and destroy, would ruin relationships and cause hurt but-- if you ask Rook he doesn't do that because he is lazy, not because he if soft). but he doesn't. he stays.

stays and starts bringing little pieces that he likes into the home. a pillow. a blanket. a set of dishes where none of them match but they are inlaid with precious stones so who cares. today's present is a bookshelf. complete with books. mostly in dead languages but hey, it's the thought that counts right?

Rook is in the middle of the living room (or what he thinks is the living room) hands on his hips and head cocked as he tries to figure out where the shelf would look best.

feel free to help him out.]

Ros

i.
[ the early morning, Ros has found, is the best time for him to practice much of anything in this place. sure he still goes to the underworld, still has his haunts and the shadows but--

he likes this place. these people. so he has taken to sticking around whenever he doesn't have a job that needs to be done. not because he thinks that they need protecting (they totally need protecting, almost more from themselves than from outsiders) but because he likes it here.

so early morning, when the sun is just thinking about getting up and most everyone is asleep, if not quiet, Ros can be found on the grounds outside with more than a few short blades in his hands and a concentrated look on his face.

ever since the war, ever science the adaptation of science and magic and everything, Ros has found that he cannot rely on his hound form as much, cannot rely on what he is, so he needs to adjust. needs to learn. and learn quickly (which considering he is a weapon isn't very hard at all). still, practice is necessary and, since he does not need much sleep, it is a nice way to just-- exist for a while. ]

ii.
[ if you happen to pass by the kitchen, you might notice one (1) rather confused looking hellhound who is staring at what appears to be a rather fancy looking espresso machine. the machine in question is sitting on the counter, in the middle of a hastily cleared spot, with a bag of actual coffee beans next to it while Ros leans against the table and just stares at it.

you see, he learned very early on that everyone here is quite fond of coffee (well, not all but--) so, being the being he is, Ros set out to find the best of the best. apparently this machine was supposed to be one of the best so long as you had the right beans (which he did make sure to grab) and followed the instructions (which he did not have at all). which is why he is looking confused.

because how the hell were you supposed to turn those beans into liquid coffee? the hound has no idea.]

Sage

i.
[ to say that Sage feels like shit would be a bit of an understatement. he isn't sure what is worse, death maybe? but he is certainly there. ever since the night where he made the fucking brilliant choice to let Minsu into his room (and subsequently kicked him out) the witch has been no where to be found within the confines of the house.

or even the immediate swamp.

Sage has, despite knowing better, been in the darkest parts of the swamp where the sun barely reaches and humans haven't been in fucking centuries (okay, maybe they have, but shhh) with no real point to it all but to just get out. be alone. away.

maybe to punish himself a little bit but, that is neither here nor there.

the magic in this part of the swamp is thicker, is heavier and seeps into his bones and makes it easy for him to forget about fucking humans and their brilliant smiles, or their soft mouths or--

(such a soft and fragile thing, the human heart is witchling. careful.)

Sage doesn't really forget anything, but he does manage to push more magic into the wards and finds a small patch of fungus that he can most certainly use in potions so not a total loss. still, when he trudges back into the house, covered in swamp and a little paler than usual, he isn't so sure that is a good win.

the witch leaves the ingredients he found on the kitchen table (along with a note stating not to eat them because he really doesn't want to deal with that, thanks Ten) then makes his way to the washroom to clean himself off and then to his room to get dressed. and if he comes out wearing sweatpants that belong to Ros for how huge the are and Minsu's shirt, well--- shut up.

he is then making his way back to the kitchen for coffee. because jesus fuck he needs that. ]

ii.
[ inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale-- you can do this!

Sage isn't usually a nervous person. not even a little. but-- standing outside Minsu's door with a basket full of fresh berries (that cost him more than he would like to admit but worth it) and a new frying pan, the witch is nearly shaking with nerves.

what if Minsu left? what if he hates him? what if he tries to smack him upside the head with the frying pan and just--

Sage knocks before his mind talks him out of this.]

... Minsu? You there?

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[ if Sage thought he was going to get through this without blushing well... he was wrong. he nearly chokes on the next bite of pancake because, shit, he didn't mean to! not that Minsu seems all that upset by it, in fact he seems quite pleased. the witch swallows the bite and goes to say something but--

then Minsu is kissing him slow and sweet and fuck Sage might cry. there is something about it that makes Sage feel safe, makes him feel like he matters and that no matter what-- ]

Huh? I don't-- what?

[ you can't say shit like that while licking a fork and feeding him, damnit. his brain isn't working and honestly Sage has no idea what showers have to do with any of this. at least he doesn't until Minus is getting up and--

ah, showering. okay right that is fine. totally fine. completely--

fuck, fuck fuckfuck Minsu is fucking gorgeous and all lean muscle and perfect skin and Sage wants, more than he wants these delicious pancakes. Minsu is taunting him, he knows it, but also-- he can't move until he finishes. the witch looks down at the pancakes and there is a clear battle happening right now as he looks between them and Minsu. but-- time and effort went into these.

so Sage shivers and grips the fork, giving Minsu a look.] ... okay. Take your time though, yeah?

[ because it will take him approximately seven minutes to finish these and then there is going to be the faint noise of the door opening and one now very full witch padding into the bathroom while licking syrup from his fingers.]

[he likes that little bit of confusion, the way sage is trying to comprehend his words while his eyes are glued to his mouth. he can imagine the things that he's thinking about.

it is a little bit of a tease. but this seems like the best way of making sure that sage gets some food in him, while also making sure that he seeks minsu out. he smiles at him before disappearing from the kitchen, and finishes getting undressed when he's actually in the bathroom.

the first couple of minutes in the shower are for actual showering. minsu soaps himself up, shampoos his hair. and then he presses a hand against his mouth and cries, always casting a glance in the door's direction to make sure sage doesn't come in during it. it's mostly a good cry, relief and finally letting the fear out that he'd never see sage again.

he takes a deep breath once he's done, letting the spray wash the remaining tears away and soothe his eyes. he's leaning back against the shower wall by the time sage joins him, able to see him through the translucent glass.

he might also be touching himself, letting out soft moans but still acknowledging sage.]

You must've been starved - ah.

[ it is incredibly hard for the witch to stay in his seat, to finish the food in front of him and not follow behind Minsu like some lost puppy afraid that if its saviour goes out of sight they will vanish. (it is that thought that gets him to stay, if only to be completely bewildered by himself). it saves them both the panic that would have ensued should Sage have caught Minsu crying.

so when Sage does come into the bathroom, belly full and fingers sticky, he is met with the sight that makes him nearly stumble over nothing.

this-- fuck this is not what he thought he would walk into, he has no idea what he thought he would walk into, but this? not something that crossed his mind at all. the witch pauses, fingers still pressed to his tongue as he looks at Minsu through the glass and holyfuck, that is-- fuck. fuck

he is by the shower, fingers curling around the handle of the shower before he really thinks.]

I'm-- fuck, yeah. Starving. Pancakes were divine but-- [ a shaky exhale, Sage taking the time to let his eyes devour Minsu as the water runs over him, the way he strokes himself and-- his eyes are bright when he looks at Minsu.] Can I suck you off? Please, fuck, you're--

[ amazing. brilliant. beautiful. ]

You really think they were - divine?

[that's halfway to dirty talk for minsu. his breath hitches before he says that last word. minsu closes his eyes now that he can be sure that the witch's eyes are on him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he works himself leisurely.

minsu's long and lean, graceful but strong. it's the kind of body that would appeal to both men and women, and it has. much like the tattoo across his stomach, graceful branches with pink blossoms blooming on his hip, up his side.

he moans at the request, pauses his fist to take a couple of deep breaths. when he opens his eyes, they're fixed right on the witch.]

I won't come for you as easily this time.

[sage made him wait. it seems only fair that he do a little waiting too while minsu fucks his mouth.]

[ Sage nods so quickly he is pretty sure that he is going to give himself whiplash. they really were divine but Sage would be lying if he said that they were not exactly what he was thinking about right at this moment because Minsu is far more divine than his pancakes and he is here infront of Sage waiting to be worshipped. or devoured. or both.

his eyes follow the droplets of water, the curve of beautiful inked lines along the curves of the human's ribs, the rise and fall of his chest, and wow he needs to breathe shit. not that he really manages it when he gets back to Minsu's face and he catches sight of that look and yeah-- yeah this is fucking more than he deserves and he is going to pray that Minsu gives him time to prove how much he needs this.

laughing a little breathlessly, Sage steps into the shower completely uncaring of the fact that he is still dressed, and curls his hands around Minsu's hips. he doesn't slide to his knees right away, instead makes to kiss and nip at the lines of the tattoo, the curve of Minsu's skin. when he does finally make it to his knees, shirt soaked and clinging to him, hair far less frizzy than before, he is almost shaking.

wrapping one hand around Minsu, he drags his tongue flat along the underside, eyes sharp.] Mmm, good.

[ and that is all he says before wrapping his lips around and hollowing his cheeks, moan shaking his ribs. ]

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