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The Heavenly Ruins
YOLF:
Orcus
The immortal did not breathe for as long as she spoke, drinking in every word and glance. He righted Aruna, and the swords that skewered her dissolved into mist.
"My, my, you fail to acknowledge the breadth of my talents, or you slight me for my glowing temperament. I should be outraged, either way."
Shaking his head, his lips thinned into a stony line. "There are many ways to topple a throne. Name your price, and tell me of the Graces. You knew the one who shed them, did you not?"
yinsukin:
Aruna
Aruna let out a giggle and caressed his cheek with her small hand before placing her finger in between where his lips parted. "Oh you misunderstand Orcus," she said. "I understand your talents well and truly from our bout. Such a girth of magic and skill with hands... No, the lips of a man such as yours only touches a woman such as I after he has mastered his craft and learned how to please."
The finger touching his lips went back to her own lips and a forked tough licked his saliva off of her finger. "How do I know that once you get the power within me that you won't leave in my hour of need or pawn this off to other women?"
YOLF:
Orcus
The primal held his silence for a moment longer, then burst into giggles, a boisterous sound echoing to her face. "Dear demon, you would know, because I would never leave you and the Grace you carry without first tearing it out of your back through your wings."
He continued, flashing his eyes like embers at her and his teeth like fangs. "And right now, you're quite whole. Does that not prove my sincerity?"
yinsukin:
Aruna
The demon smiled, her red eyes fixated on the face he made when he said the words "tearing it out of your back through your wings." In that moment, she realized that despite her conditioning and training to avoid danger as much as possible, she could never resist flirting with it. That is probably why she smiled.
"It proves your patience," she said. "A demon such as myself knows how much the flavor of pray sweetens when they achieve the right kind of high. Sometimes the satisfaction of the meal is built on the labor of the hunt itself."
YOLF:
Orcus
His features shook like she had affronted his honor. He seemed to swoon at it, and Aruna could tell she had hardly been a slight more theatrical in her life, whether from mortal or immortal.
"My, dear demon, you mean to say I am in just as much danger from you as you are from me," he said. "Birds of a feather, aren't we?"
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