[jiho is probably the last one who'd judge, regardless of the story. he waits, actually turning his body in his chair so that he's facing rook more. like this conversation is deliberate.
it is. and that...that's progress.
it's still sinking in that rook was once human. yes, a long time ago, but still human. like his mother. like his younger brother. mortal. vulnerable. a target of some curse, maybe. a scorned lover. a jealous husband. it's easy to imagine that being the reason for what rook is now.
instead he talks about mistakes and punishment, things he can't even remember doing, so what's the fucking point to his punishment?]
And...you're the one who gets punished?
[jiho's incredulous - no, he's pissed.]
Who punished you? A god? [jiho scowls as he says the words, standing for his chair to circle around the table, ultimately coming to stand before the demon.] A god who lets wars happen. Who tears families apart and lets innocent people die. And you, who were probably a nobody in the grand scheme of things, who doesn't even make a good fucking demon anyway because you're too likable. You get punished.
[jiho snorts and shakes his head.]
I fucking hate everything. I hope I kill enough people to get this god's attention.
[ this-- shit, this is not at all what Rook expected in response to his explanation. granted, he isn't sure what he expected seeing as he hasn't really told that story to many people (if you can call it a story at all) because honestly, most people don't ask. he is either there to fuck someone, or he is sleeping. no time for history or caring.
so to see Jiho like thing, angry at the universe, makes something in him flicker to life. the demon cocks his head, eyes wide and focused on the assassin as he rants, slowly puts his tea down to the side and uncurls his legs. the instinct that he has is to comfort, to pull Jiho close and somehow calm him down, but he is still fairly sure that would just earn him more ire and perhaps that dagger in his gut.
instead, he nudges at Jiho's thigh with his foot.]
I don't-- I have met gods, many of them, and many devils too but I don't think that there is just one divine being handing out punishments to anyone. For me-- I think I angered a certain devil, or a sorcerer I can't remember, like I said. I probably was a nobody, still am when you think about it, but aren't we all in some sense? None of us matter beyond the impact we have on those around us, in the stories that might get told of us after.
[ another nudge with his foot. ] You keep killing and you won't get a god's attention, might get Amon's. Or Leviathan's. But not a god. I can help though, if you ever want it.
[ guess who is gonna laugh a little and smile as he swings his feet.] I mean, I am apparently likable, who knows maybe I can be of help. A distraction.
[why do words get stuck in his fucking throat. he thinks about the part where he called rook a nobody, how he might've taken it. how it might have made him feel.
he meant to say that rook didn't deserve this. that whatever he did or said, this wasn't the punishment that it should've been met with. rook isn't a bad person, he probably never was. jiho has seen enough of the really bad people to know. hell, he could probably recognize them on sight by now. he sees them on the streets, in his dreams, in the mirror.
and here is a bad person who jiho can't go after, because rook doesn't even remember who did it to him.
jiho sighs, raking a hand back through the pink strands. he needs to go, he needs to - he can't stay. rook is doing something to him, and he's not even fucking trying.
but that's before he says something that makes jiho look back at him again.]
You think I'm going to make bait out of your body? Is that what you're saying?
[ the demon doesn't take offense to being called a nobody; he has been alive long enough to know that he never truly had power and, even now, doesn't have power. it is almost comforting in its own right. he knows where he stands and doesn't need to worry beyond that. but the way that Jiho reacts is-- strange to him.
there is something curling just beneath the surface of the assassin's skin, not lust or desire not at all but-- it's something and Rook can almost see it. almost. and he is so focused on that, trying to figure this out (all of this because, he isn't stupid there is something going on here) that he doesn't see the flicker of-- annoyance? disgust? on his face.
blinking Rook shrugs.] That wasn't what I was saying at all, I mean I could do it if it would help you, I know I can be distracting and how to use my body in that way. Not to mention I am sure that no one around here has what it would take to kill me, but I meant it more so about my abilities. I can-- well I can make people overly focused on whatever they are lusting for. Cloud their awareness.
[it keeps getting worse. jiho doesn't understand why, but he doesn't want to hear the words that are coming out of rook's mouth. he thought it was simple annoyance. there's nothing worse than someone trying to get close to you when you don't want them to.
except, maybe, someone trying to get close to you when he do want them to.]
Stop. [jiho lifts his hands like he's going to cover his face or his ears, like maybe he has a headache. but they don't quite make it.] I don't want you coming with me. Stay where you always are, draped over the couch.
[ it is quiet but sincere. Rook is clearly still confused. a look on his face like he can't figure this out, like he has no idea where to even start. if he should bother. but he knows-- he knows that he doesn't like that Jiho looks upset. not even because it is his fault but just--
he doesn't want the other to be upset.
there is a lot of anger in him, Rook doesn't want to add to it.]
I won't come with you then. I just wanted you to know. [ a pause before, quietly: ] I'm already damned, Jiho, so if you think that helping you might make it worse-- you're wrong. I might not have a kill count, not in the traditional way but that doesn't make me a good person either. Fuck, I'm not even a person.
[this. this is the problem. because rook, who just woke up in their house one day, a demon, a creature of lust, there should be so many reasons why jiho doesn't like him.
but then he brings him gifts, and swings his legs like a child, and apologizes like he means it, when he doesn't have the first fucking thing to apologize for. when he has every right to tell jiho to get off his miniature pony sized high horse. and god, jiho wishes he would. it would make everything so much easier. someone like that, jiho could understand.
he huffs, and just lets his arms hang down at his sides. and then he stares at him for a moment.]
Don't ever say that again. [that he's damned, that he's not a person. everything in jiho resists that, without him having he slightest idea what to do next. maybe if he was different, normal, maybe he would.] You're...it's not...oh, goddammit it.
[ the smile on his face is lopsided and maybe a little bitter too. he knows that it wasn't a god that damned him, at least he is pretty sure that it wasn't, but it is still a point of contention in this conversation. one worth noting. which clearly Rook does, eyes fixed on Jiho as he stares.
this is-- strange. it isn't like his confrontation with Kwang, or his usual exchange with Ros or Junsu or Adder, it is-- something new. and Rook is pretty sure he is supposed to do something but he doesn't know what. doesn't know how he is supposed to navigate this without sex because that is usually what people want from him.
but Jiho doesn't and--
and fuck, Rook is confused by that but also so fucking pleased.]
You know, I have met a few angels in my time, was almost friends with one actually, and people always think that they are these bright and brilliant beings with fluffy white wings and halos of light. They forget that the angels are the warriors, the protectors and the defenders. The soldiers. They wield swords and shields and never wear white because they are often covered in blood.
[ there is a point to this honest. he gives Jiho a look. sharp, knowing.]
Demons seduce, they charm and flirt and lure. We don't get messy, we don't look damned. We often look pretty and pure and nice. But don't for a second believe it, Jiho. You are more angel than you are demon, more defender than seducer, you aren't damned and barring you making a deal with the devil herself will never know damnation. So when I say I want to help, I'm trying to redeem myself. Just a little.
[ a sigh, Rook curling into himself a little. ] This house, these beings, they are good in so many ways. And if I can help protect them, I want to do that.
[why is it so much easier to curse than say anything meaningful. at exactly what moment in his life were the sharper words that cut his own tongue before they cut someone else preferable to softer ones. somehow things got all turned around for him, like the way he used to yell at myung and fight with him, instead of just admitting that he was worried about the other's bad habits. that he cared about what happened to him.
and now he sees it happening with rook, when for some reason he finds himself avoiding and insulting instead of...fuck, what does he want to do instead? jiho looks at him and he thinks he should want to crawl into his fucking lap. he doesn't, not really, and jiho assumed that meant he had no feelings at all for the demon.
a part of him knows better. a bigger part of him is still confused as fuck.]
Maybe I am an angel. [inwardly he scoffs at the very idea, almost as much as he's confused and a little pleased that rook would even compare him to one. but then he thinks about it a little more.] I did as much when my brothers were at each other's throats as they did. Those warriors, those protectors, they never appeared. So now, I'm doing this, and if making a deal with the devil kept this house safe... [jiho grits his teeth, and this time he makes it.] If it kept you safe? I would sign that line without a second thought.
[rook talks about redemption, the desire to protect, and jiho understands. he understands that on almost a cellular level. but how can he? he looks at rook and away because he can't stand the thought of him in those shadows.]
You've already given me a better weapon than I had.
[ Rook hums at that, the 'maybe I am an angel' because he could see it, he could, Jiho with his bright hair and scowl on his face ready to protect whomever it was that needed protecting. that was just how some being worked. and it was clear that Jiho was one of them, even if there was so much bitterness in him. Rook wants to gather the other close, as if that might manage to sooth the rough edges.
but he doesn't, like so many other things he just listens and remembers. feels something warm curl when he is included in the wanting to be kept safe.]
No. No deals, one demon is enough in this house. I will help you as I can. I can get more weapons too, that is easy.
[ he nudges Jiho again. ] Maybe even find you an angel blade, wouldn't that be fitting.
One demon is probably enough. Especially one like you.
[no bite in him this time. his lips are even touched by a smile, one that comes unbidden, one that jiho drops when he realizes that it's there. it comes with that same touch of panic, like he's showing too much, or feeling too much, and like either is the worst idea ever.
jiho glances down at the point of contact between them. what would he do if rook gathered him close? he doesn't even know that. he's divided on whether or not he wants to find out.
[ that smile, no matter how small, settles in Rook's bones. soft but there and it makes him feel warm. and not the kind of warm that comes with hellfire, or the blooming sensation of lust in him but something-- softer. kinder.
it's strange.
so Rook doesn't think on it, just huffs and hangs his head as he reaches for his tea with a barely there smile.]
I would never waste such delicious tea! [ a hum as he takes a sip, eyes tracking Jiho as he goes to sit down again.] And I like to think that, as far as demons go, I am one of a kind.
Mmm probably for the better, there are just as many who are total assholes honestly. Demons did get their rep fairly.
[ and he might just pause a little with the cup of tea held to his lips at that because, oh that is--- nice. fuck, all of this is nice. he doesn't know how to deal with nice, with the swirling warmth that has nothing to do with lust or want and he just wants more of it.
I wouldn't be able to stand it. I'd have to find some way of stabbing all the others until there's only you.
[the weirdest...compliment? flirtation? fuck, even jiho's not sure. the tea is still hot enough that it scalds his tongue a little as he drinks it, but that's better than saying more.
he doesn't feel entirely in control of himself at the moment, and he knows it isn't rook doing anything to him either.]
[ as it turns out, demons of Lust can in fact blush when they are complimented in way that they never expected by people that have tried to stab them before. this is something that Rook had been unawares of up until now but hey, now he knows.
he also knows that he will blame it completely on the tea that he is trying valiantly not to choke on at the moment as well.
nothing to see here, totally fine. yes.]
Uh... I don't know honestly.
[ he has a few ideas. but--]
I think....I think it has to do with what I can remember. And who made me. Most demons start farther down the chain of command, have to spend longer in hell and... I didn't.
[a day that jiho will never forget. maybe they had a Moment he was trying to murder him. jiho watches him, as much trying to figure out what the problem is as anything.
he didn't know that he was capable of making anyone blush either. maybe they'll both learn something.]
So...you think someone important turned you into this?
[jiho frowns into his cup. if that's the case, maybe they are still around.]
[ for a moment, Rook doesn't answer that. is quiet as he sips his tea and looks at Jiho. thinks about what he knows of him and the questions he asks and what it can mean overall, but--
Rook isn't one to lie.
he hums and looks into the tea, feet kicking back and forth a little as he speaks. ]
I don't know who made the decision that I became a demon, made the deal or spell or judgement call, but I know which demon worked it out. [ woke up on the icy floor of Dis with no real memories at the time and a fire under his skin that burned.] I don't suggest seeking out the Leviathan though, Candy Crush. Only one being can kill him, and she's missing.
[so he does remember something. jiho wonders if rook doesn't actually remember more than he's letting on, in part because he'd rather just forget.
rook isn't wrong about knowing jiho's thoughts. but for now it's just a fantasy more than anything. if he ever actually found a way to get at them - well, then that might be something to worry about.]
Leviathan. [jiho snorts at that name.] I met a guy once who called himself Mr. Big. Guys with names like that, they're always overcompensating. ["mr. big" wasn't, and he wonders if this is leviathan is as unkillable as rook believes he is.]
Do you know what animal is the most deadly? [he looks at the demon, cheek resting against his fist.] It might surprise you. It's mosquitoes. Tiny little annoying things like me.
[ he remembers waking up in Hell, but human life and things that lead to his being damned, those are kept from him. maybe he will learn of them eventually but-- not now. he does snort though, at the connection to mister Big.]
...ah, he is the Leviathan, Jiho. The giant sea serpent that will writhe and boil the seas at the end of time.
[ a pause. ]
Apparently.
[ though he is sure that he is as immortal as he has been told, he has seen the damage that he can take, knows what he is capable of. still, not important. especially not when he chokes on laughter.]
I wouldn't-- [ sputter ] You're not annoying, at all.
[okay, but fuck whey didn't he see that coming. the tea starts to go down the wrong pipe, and jiho saves himself before bursting into a coughing fit, but he still has to clear his throat.
jiho glances his way, feeling a little...annoyed. flustered. something that puts a shade of color lighter than his hair on his face.]
You'd enjoy it too much. [that's it, jiho. pull yourself back together. get back in the game.] Next thing you'd want me to be sucking from you all the time.
[ no idea, but Rook looks almost concerned for a moment before he just looks a little smug behind his mug of deliciously made tea.]
Mmmhmmm, I mean biting can be enjoyable in the right instances. But only if all the parties are into it, same with the sucking.
[ they should... probably get off this topic shouldn't they. hm. ]
I really should get you an angelic blade if I can find one, though you would have to promise not to stab me with it since it would kill me. [ pause. ] Pretty sure it could do considerable damage to Ros too.
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Date: 2018-09-25 02:14 am (UTC)it is. and that...that's progress.
it's still sinking in that rook was once human. yes, a long time ago, but still human. like his mother. like his younger brother. mortal. vulnerable. a target of some curse, maybe. a scorned lover. a jealous husband. it's easy to imagine that being the reason for what rook is now.
instead he talks about mistakes and punishment, things he can't even remember doing, so what's the fucking point to his punishment?]
And...you're the one who gets punished?
[jiho's incredulous - no, he's pissed.]
Who punished you? A god? [jiho scowls as he says the words, standing for his chair to circle around the table, ultimately coming to stand before the demon.] A god who lets wars happen. Who tears families apart and lets innocent people die. And you, who were probably a nobody in the grand scheme of things, who doesn't even make a good fucking demon anyway because you're too likable. You get punished.
[jiho snorts and shakes his head.]
I fucking hate everything. I hope I kill enough people to get this god's attention.
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Date: 2018-09-25 01:39 pm (UTC)so to see Jiho like thing, angry at the universe, makes something in him flicker to life. the demon cocks his head, eyes wide and focused on the assassin as he rants, slowly puts his tea down to the side and uncurls his legs. the instinct that he has is to comfort, to pull Jiho close and somehow calm him down, but he is still fairly sure that would just earn him more ire and perhaps that dagger in his gut.
instead, he nudges at Jiho's thigh with his foot.]
I don't-- I have met gods, many of them, and many devils too but I don't think that there is just one divine being handing out punishments to anyone. For me-- I think I angered a certain devil, or a sorcerer I can't remember, like I said. I probably was a nobody, still am when you think about it, but aren't we all in some sense? None of us matter beyond the impact we have on those around us, in the stories that might get told of us after.
[ another nudge with his foot. ] You keep killing and you won't get a god's attention, might get Amon's. Or Leviathan's. But not a god. I can help though, if you ever want it.
[ guess who is gonna laugh a little and smile as he swings his feet.] I mean, I am apparently likable, who knows maybe I can be of help. A distraction.
[ is he ever gonna let that go? nope. ]
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Date: 2018-09-25 03:48 pm (UTC)[why do words get stuck in his fucking throat. he thinks about the part where he called rook a nobody, how he might've taken it. how it might have made him feel.
he meant to say that rook didn't deserve this. that whatever he did or said, this wasn't the punishment that it should've been met with. rook isn't a bad person, he probably never was. jiho has seen enough of the really bad people to know. hell, he could probably recognize them on sight by now. he sees them on the streets, in his dreams, in the mirror.
and here is a bad person who jiho can't go after, because rook doesn't even remember who did it to him.
jiho sighs, raking a hand back through the pink strands. he needs to go, he needs to - he can't stay. rook is doing something to him, and he's not even fucking trying.
but that's before he says something that makes jiho look back at him again.]
You think I'm going to make bait out of your body? Is that what you're saying?
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Date: 2018-09-25 07:02 pm (UTC)there is something curling just beneath the surface of the assassin's skin, not lust or desire not at all but-- it's something and Rook can almost see it. almost. and he is so focused on that, trying to figure this out (all of this because, he isn't stupid there is something going on here) that he doesn't see the flicker of-- annoyance? disgust? on his face.
blinking Rook shrugs.] That wasn't what I was saying at all, I mean I could do it if it would help you, I know I can be distracting and how to use my body in that way. Not to mention I am sure that no one around here has what it would take to kill me, but I meant it more so about my abilities. I can-- well I can make people overly focused on whatever they are lusting for. Cloud their awareness.
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Date: 2018-09-25 07:49 pm (UTC)except, maybe, someone trying to get close to you when he do want them to.]
Stop. [jiho lifts his hands like he's going to cover his face or his ears, like maybe he has a headache. but they don't quite make it.] I don't want you coming with me. Stay where you always are, draped over the couch.
[safe.]
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Date: 2018-09-25 08:00 pm (UTC)[ it is quiet but sincere. Rook is clearly still confused. a look on his face like he can't figure this out, like he has no idea where to even start. if he should bother. but he knows-- he knows that he doesn't like that Jiho looks upset. not even because it is his fault but just--
he doesn't want the other to be upset.
there is a lot of anger in him, Rook doesn't want to add to it.]
I won't come with you then. I just wanted you to know. [ a pause before, quietly: ] I'm already damned, Jiho, so if you think that helping you might make it worse-- you're wrong. I might not have a kill count, not in the traditional way but that doesn't make me a good person either. Fuck, I'm not even a person.
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Date: 2018-09-25 08:16 pm (UTC)but then he brings him gifts, and swings his legs like a child, and apologizes like he means it, when he doesn't have the first fucking thing to apologize for. when he has every right to tell jiho to get off his miniature pony sized high horse. and god, jiho wishes he would. it would make everything so much easier. someone like that, jiho could understand.
he huffs, and just lets his arms hang down at his sides. and then he stares at him for a moment.]
Don't ever say that again. [that he's damned, that he's not a person. everything in jiho resists that, without him having he slightest idea what to do next. maybe if he was different, normal, maybe he would.] You're...it's not...oh, goddammit it.
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Date: 2018-09-26 12:25 am (UTC)[ the smile on his face is lopsided and maybe a little bitter too. he knows that it wasn't a god that damned him, at least he is pretty sure that it wasn't, but it is still a point of contention in this conversation. one worth noting. which clearly Rook does, eyes fixed on Jiho as he stares.
this is-- strange. it isn't like his confrontation with Kwang, or his usual exchange with Ros or Junsu or Adder, it is-- something new. and Rook is pretty sure he is supposed to do something but he doesn't know what. doesn't know how he is supposed to navigate this without sex because that is usually what people want from him.
but Jiho doesn't and--
and fuck, Rook is confused by that but also so fucking pleased.]
You know, I have met a few angels in my time, was almost friends with one actually, and people always think that they are these bright and brilliant beings with fluffy white wings and halos of light. They forget that the angels are the warriors, the protectors and the defenders. The soldiers. They wield swords and shields and never wear white because they are often covered in blood.
[ there is a point to this honest. he gives Jiho a look. sharp, knowing.]
Demons seduce, they charm and flirt and lure. We don't get messy, we don't look damned. We often look pretty and pure and nice. But don't for a second believe it, Jiho. You are more angel than you are demon, more defender than seducer, you aren't damned and barring you making a deal with the devil herself will never know damnation. So when I say I want to help, I'm trying to redeem myself. Just a little.
[ a sigh, Rook curling into himself a little. ] This house, these beings, they are good in so many ways. And if I can help protect them, I want to do that.
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Date: 2018-09-26 12:58 am (UTC)and now he sees it happening with rook, when for some reason he finds himself avoiding and insulting instead of...fuck, what does he want to do instead? jiho looks at him and he thinks he should want to crawl into his fucking lap. he doesn't, not really, and jiho assumed that meant he had no feelings at all for the demon.
a part of him knows better. a bigger part of him is still confused as fuck.]
Maybe I am an angel. [inwardly he scoffs at the very idea, almost as much as he's confused and a little pleased that rook would even compare him to one. but then he thinks about it a little more.] I did as much when my brothers were at each other's throats as they did. Those warriors, those protectors, they never appeared. So now, I'm doing this, and if making a deal with the devil kept this house safe... [jiho grits his teeth, and this time he makes it.] If it kept you safe? I would sign that line without a second thought.
[rook talks about redemption, the desire to protect, and jiho understands. he understands that on almost a cellular level. but how can he? he looks at rook and away because he can't stand the thought of him in those shadows.]
You've already given me a better weapon than I had.
[rook's done his part. he's done enough.]
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Date: 2018-09-26 01:03 pm (UTC)but he doesn't, like so many other things he just listens and remembers. feels something warm curl when he is included in the wanting to be kept safe.]
No. No deals, one demon is enough in this house. I will help you as I can. I can get more weapons too, that is easy.
[ he nudges Jiho again. ] Maybe even find you an angel blade, wouldn't that be fitting.
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Date: 2018-09-26 01:28 pm (UTC)[no bite in him this time. his lips are even touched by a smile, one that comes unbidden, one that jiho drops when he realizes that it's there. it comes with that same touch of panic, like he's showing too much, or feeling too much, and like either is the worst idea ever.
jiho glances down at the point of contact between them. what would he do if rook gathered him close? he doesn't even know that. he's divided on whether or not he wants to find out.
he goes to sit down at the table again.]
I make good tea. Don't let good tea get cold.
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Date: 2018-09-27 01:44 pm (UTC)it's strange.
so Rook doesn't think on it, just huffs and hangs his head as he reaches for his tea with a barely there smile.]
I would never waste such delicious tea! [ a hum as he takes a sip, eyes tracking Jiho as he goes to sit down again.] And I like to think that, as far as demons go, I am one of a kind.
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Date: 2018-09-27 02:10 pm (UTC)[or...any at all, not counting rook. he should leave it at that.
he doesn't.]
But there's no doubt in my mind that there's not another one like you.
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Date: 2018-09-27 03:30 pm (UTC)[ and he might just pause a little with the cup of tea held to his lips at that because, oh that is--- nice. fuck, all of this is nice. he doesn't know how to deal with nice, with the swirling warmth that has nothing to do with lust or want and he just wants more of it.
hopefully the mug hides his smile.]
Wouldn't that be horrifying if there were....
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Date: 2018-09-27 03:42 pm (UTC)[the weirdest...compliment? flirtation? fuck, even jiho's not sure. the tea is still hot enough that it scalds his tongue a little as he drinks it, but that's better than saying more.
he doesn't feel entirely in control of himself at the moment, and he knows it isn't rook doing anything to him either.]
Why are you different?
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Date: 2018-09-27 03:49 pm (UTC)he also knows that he will blame it completely on the tea that he is trying valiantly not to choke on at the moment as well.
nothing to see here, totally fine. yes.]
Uh... I don't know honestly.
[ he has a few ideas. but--]
I think....I think it has to do with what I can remember. And who made me. Most demons start farther down the chain of command, have to spend longer in hell and... I didn't.
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Date: 2018-09-27 04:09 pm (UTC)he didn't know that he was capable of making anyone blush either. maybe they'll both learn something.]
So...you think someone important turned you into this?
[jiho frowns into his cup. if that's the case, maybe they are still around.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 06:14 pm (UTC)Rook isn't one to lie.
he hums and looks into the tea, feet kicking back and forth a little as he speaks. ]
I don't know who made the decision that I became a demon, made the deal or spell or judgement call, but I know which demon worked it out. [ woke up on the icy floor of Dis with no real memories at the time and a fire under his skin that burned.] I don't suggest seeking out the Leviathan though, Candy Crush. Only one being can kill him, and she's missing.
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Date: 2018-09-27 06:29 pm (UTC)rook isn't wrong about knowing jiho's thoughts. but for now it's just a fantasy more than anything. if he ever actually found a way to get at them - well, then that might be something to worry about.]
Leviathan. [jiho snorts at that name.] I met a guy once who called himself Mr. Big. Guys with names like that, they're always overcompensating. ["mr. big" wasn't, and he wonders if this is leviathan is as unkillable as rook believes he is.]
Do you know what animal is the most deadly? [he looks at the demon, cheek resting against his fist.] It might surprise you. It's mosquitoes. Tiny little annoying things like me.
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:00 pm (UTC)...ah, he is the Leviathan, Jiho. The giant sea serpent that will writhe and boil the seas at the end of time.
[ a pause. ]
Apparently.
[ though he is sure that he is as immortal as he has been told, he has seen the damage that he can take, knows what he is capable of. still, not important. especially not when he chokes on laughter.]
I wouldn't-- [ sputter ] You're not annoying, at all.
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:09 pm (UTC)[and this is the same attitude he would give the leviathan himself, irreverent to the beast's face because that's just the kind of asshole he is.
which is why rook's laughter and words surprise him. jiho arches a brow.]
Come on, I haven't been that nice to you.
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:17 pm (UTC)the smirk on his face is probably warning enough about how ridiculous his words are about to be but-- well he doesn't care.]
Mmm, you also haven't bitten me, what kind of terrible mosquito are you huh?
[ close calls with knives don't count at all. gotta be teeth okay. and really, he says it just to see the look on Jiho's face.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:34 pm (UTC)jiho glances his way, feeling a little...annoyed. flustered. something that puts a shade of color lighter than his hair on his face.]
You'd enjoy it too much. [that's it, jiho. pull yourself back together. get back in the game.] Next thing you'd want me to be sucking from you all the time.
[well that didn't help at all, wow.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:50 pm (UTC)Mmmhmmm, I mean biting can be enjoyable in the right instances. But only if all the parties are into it, same with the sucking.
[ they should... probably get off this topic shouldn't they. hm. ]
I really should get you an angelic blade if I can find one, though you would have to promise not to stab me with it since it would kill me. [ pause. ] Pretty sure it could do considerable damage to Ros too.