HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 157
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 17:12:57 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on May 13, 2022 20:44:43 GMT
 ━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
Anyway, she was doing research. Pulling articles from the internet and memories from some of the hundreds of lives she’d lived (possessed), Hannya knew Elio’s childhood had been lacking in certain areas. Namely a father, because the bitch she’d possessed to raise him in couldn’t find a solid partner to save her life. She knew she’d definitely hugged him enough━maybe she wasn’t consistent with her quality time. It was likely too little too late to fix it, but Hannya wouldn’t dare give up now. Not when she finally had her boy back.
So, it was likely that Elio wouldn’t sit through a game of Monopoly. Hannya pulled together a tray of snacks (a man bought the charcuterie board for her, as if she’d spend time cutting meat and cheese and whatever the fuck else), and texted Castor. If Elio needed a father, then that’s what she’d get him.
Stop playing with your stupid shifter bitch and come see my new place. I have a surprise for you.
She added the address, a heart and a kissy face and sent it off, then waited for Elio, who she’d beckoned earlier. It felt a little weird playing house in this body━Dolly hadn’t lived long enough for that━but she supposed it was something she’d have to get used to (as if she could wrangle this demon and half-demon together and make them play along without complaint).
Once the door opened, Hannya drifted up from the lavish couch she’d had delivered━their apartment was, of course, decked out as though it was worth several thousand dollars above what it truly was━and to her boy. “Hey, sweetums,” She practically purred, throwing her arms around Elio before he was even fully through the door. “I dunno what kinda day you’re havin’, but I’m here t’make it better,” Moving away, her fingers slid down his arms until she was holding his hands, guiding Elio back towards the couch. “I’m bringin’ over someone special. I really hope you’ll love ‘im, baby…” Hannya lifted a hand, idly touching one of Elio’s loose curls, tucking it back into his hair. Slowly, her gaze fell from his hair to his eyes, smiling softly. “... ‘Cause he’s your Daddy.”
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ELIO CASTILE
Cambion
Posts: 26
Status:
Single
Played by:
noe
death always at my side. I listen to what it says and only hear myself.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 20:10:24 GMT
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Post by ELIO CASTILE on May 24, 2022 5:48:41 GMT
 — when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? —
Elio found it weird to get used to living with Hannya again after spending years on his own. He grew used to taking care of himself, of waking up alone in an apartment that looked like it was barely lived in. But now, he was living with Hannya under the same roof and the apartment was truly nothing short of luxurious. It was exactly up to Hannya's taste which was the problem. It was her taste, it felt like he was the one imposing. He didn't always go back home, mainly because he was still upset about the fact that he was abandoned by her. It wasn't something he could so easily gloss over, especially after spending so long hating her for it.
Today was different, though. When Elio finally made his way home, he barely had the time to prepare himself as he found Hannya standing right in front of him which made him murmur a soft 'jesus' under his breath as he eyed the woman standing in front of him with the same passive look he has been giving her for a while now. If not passive, then it was definitely an angry look. No in-betweens. He was far too spiteful to work any other expressions, anyway.
Elio released a small sigh when he felt Hannya's arms wrap around him, his arms hanging limply by his side, refusing to give in again and hug her. He already did that back at the club when he seemed to momentarily forget every horrible thing that has happened to him and just allowed himself to wrap his arms around her. Fucking weak. "Hey," he greeted as he took a step back, eyeing Hannya for a moment as he quirked an eyebrow at her. She was definitely acting weird and Elio didn't like it one bit.
"Are you now?" Elio wasn't exactly sure how to feel about that because what could Hannya possibly do to make his shitty day feel better? Elio didn't put up much of a fight when Hannya took his hands and began leading him to the couch, but of course, he huffed and puffed the entire time like the moody asshole that he was. Elio sat down on the couch with yet another sigh falling from his lips, his elbows resting on his thighs. "I don't like where this is going," Elio mumbled mostly to himself as his eyes lifted to settle on Hannya, her touch as she brushed away a loose curl made him want to melt into it and just seek more but Elio didn't relent to his stupid desires and stayed where he was. "Okay, I have a feeling I'm not gonna like the answer, but I'll bite. Who is it?" Elio asked, unable to deny the fact that he definitely felt curious now.
When Hannya revealed that it was his daddy, his expression remained passive but from the way he was blinking, it was clear that he was trying to process what he just heard. Elio frowned and then the frown eased away, he looked away for a moment as he attempted to piece everything together because what the fuck?
Was it Curtis? He never told her about the man, mainly because he wanted that trembling human to live. He was... entertaining. Elio looked back at Hannya. "My daddy?" Elio repeated before he ran his hand down his face. "I was right. I don't like the fucking answer. You thought that was going to make me happy? I don't even know the guy! So, what, was he like, on a business trip when he got amnesia and forgot where we live? Or, better yet, did he just come back home from war? No, actually you know what, fuck that. I have a better question. Who even is he?" Elio had so many questions but he couldn't fire them all at once. At least, not yet.
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CHASE BUCKLEY
Demon
Posts: 149
Age:
38
Occupation:
Detective
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Roxanne Braschi
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 2, 2024 20:18:17 GMT
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Post by CHASE BUCKLEY on Jun 3, 2022 18:59:32 GMT
Slouched down in the front seat of his car, Castor watched the motel from across the street. It was still too light out for the ‘stake out’ to be surreptitious but he didn’t give a shit. The whole point was putting the hair on the back of Nemo Agnelli’s neck up again. He’d been too chicken shit since that fight with Chase in the street to take a second pop at him. It was time for that change, Emiliano Agnelli’s little sheep was gonna grow some balls again, even if they didn’t get big enough for him to develop the sort of horns he needed to clash with the thing inside his nemesis.
Castor’s smirk slanted, his thumb working back and forth over the crease of his lips. He could still taste the secretive bitch Buckley had lost his heart to, that little kiss goodbye this morning so damn sweet it was almost sickening now. Nemo would probably spit over that too. His sister with one of them. The demon mock shuddered, laughing loud enough that some old woman passing on the street shot him a look through the windshield. Castor lifted his hand, gave her a little finger wave before all emotion drained from his face, leaving it a flat mask of healed violence, the perfect frame for his eyes to go solid black. She shuddered, made a tiny noise as she hurried away up the street just as fast as he gnarled old legs could carry her. Hey, if you were gonna stick your nose into everybody else’s business, it was deserved.
Slumping back, he watched the shadow shift behind the drapes of Nemo’s window. He twisted his hand, flipped the bird in that direction. Wasn’t like Nemo was doing much different. He’d seen the squirrely asshole slip up the fire escape of a building just a few nights ago. Hadn’t taken much of a dig to realise that it was Roxxi’s sister he’d gone to see. Chase wasn’t the only one to lose his heart to a Braschi bitch in Agnelli clothing. They’d all pay for the association soon enough and he’d be the one left standing there, fingerpainting with their blood – a study in misery.
The shudder of anticipation had his eyes rolling until the buzz of the phone in his pocket had them snapping back, solid black and cold as ice. Chase had no idea about the phone, blind to everything going on in that secret corner of his mind. Castor pulled it out, thumbing the message up on screen. Huh. It was almost as if Hannya knew. Sulphurous fingerprints smeared on everything in some sort of claim that’d left them at a stalemate at the club. You touch mine and I touch yours and boy was she territorial over McGrath. It almost had a demon tempted to go put his own fingerprints over the guy just to see those black eyes burn with temper.
”Temper, temper, honey,” he crooned to nobody. Not bothering to respond, Castor pulled out. The draped seemed to twitch as he slowly drove by the building but he gave no response. If Nemo knew he was there he’d be twisting himself up into knots, which was exactly what he wanted anyway.
The building was a little glossier than some in town but it wasn’t exactly the mansion he’d expected Hannya to talk her way into. Dark eyes swept the place as Castor caught the door behind some pinch faced redhead on the way in, offering her the sort of head to toe look that had her making a sound of disgust on his way in. There as nothing there worth paying attention to but that was the point with bitches like her, they were just sensitive enough to be able to wind up. By the time he reached Hannya’s floor he was practically swaggering.
Half expecting the ‘surprise’ to be Hannya herself, maybe with a new toy he just had to help break, Castor opened the apartment door. Of course it was locked, Hannya would’ve been glad to see anybody breaking in, every encounter was a new chance to drink for her. Her voice rolled through the space, then the answering bite of questions. Daddy huh? Maybe there was something she hadn’t told him.
Padding into view, Castor slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans and grinned at the kid on the couch with Hannya. If she was his ma he was the fucking Queen of England. ”My boy,” he sing-songed, tugging his hands free to spread his arms. He held them there for a moment before he laughed, low, and edged with a little mean. ”This your surprise?” he asked Hannya. Castor tilted his head, fixed those eyes of Buckley’s that were already dark and cold without the added lens of the thing inside of him. ”He’s got a name son. Castor, a real good friend of your ma’s. You gonna give your old man a hug?” Somewhere inside of him Chase stiffened, like he’d suddenly realised in that little cell he rotted in that something was going on out here, something the poor baby didn’t like anymore than Hannya’s boy here did, her … huh. Those dark eyes flashed darker, narrowing as he tried to get a read on the miserable looking kid.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 157
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 17:12:57 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Jun 12, 2022 17:24:07 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
The hand that’d fixed his hair fell to her lap as Elio began to unload, Dolly’s full lips tugging downwards at the edges. She didn’t mind the insolence (for now), more than happy to sit through the thick waft of Elio’s negative emotions. They spilled deliciously from his mouth, so much so that Hannya thought about dipping forward and planting a motherly kind of peck on him━too bad Castor interrupted.
She’d only just parted that frown to start her explanation when he waltzed in, Dolly’s hazel eyes ticking sideways to the other demon and that broad frame. He took it better than she’d thought, better than Elio, but she wondered if he thought it was some sort of joke, like Elio was a target for the pair of them. “Uh-huh,” Hannya’s head bounced in a happy nod at his question, but as soon as his arms spread, her expression turned sour.
“Don’t taunt him.” Hannya snapped, gaze softening as soon as it was on Elio, her hands finding both of his to squeeze them lightly. “He ain’t all bad, baby, I promise. He’s like us,” Offering a hopeful smile, Hannya released his hands and stood, pecking Elio’s forehead on the way up. She drifted across the apartment to Castor, greeting him warmly despite her reaction only moments ago.
Well, warm wasn’t the best way to describe it. More like… obscene. And definitely inappropriate to do right in front of her son, but Hannya had never been the perfect picture of parenting.
Slipping her arms around his neck, she dragged Castor to her lips with a hand fisted in his hair━no gentleness present as she kissed him. Breathing in like she could inhale the entirety of him right there, Hannya let her grip drift down his back, giving his ass a playful smack. “Be a good boy.” She hissed, tugging roughly on his bottom lip with her teeth to accentuate her threat.
Rolling away from Castor, Hannya opened herself up to her son and pressed into the other demon’s side, one arm curled under his closest, palm on his shoulder. “This’s your daddy, Elio. He’s just… been busy, and I didn’t want nothin’ to do with him for a lil’ while. S’why he’s been away.” Turning her head sideways, she whispered to Castor, “It’s just ‘cause he’s part of us that he grew up so fast… you can feel it, right? He’s got it in ‘im. He’s ours, honey bun… maybe now you’ll remember t’come see me more often, huh?” Her words were like a viper bite at the end, fingers tightening over that fleshy bit of bone she held, ready to drive her manicured nails into his skin if he dared to be rude to Elio again.
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ELIO CASTILE
Cambion
Posts: 26
Status:
Single
Played by:
noe
death always at my side. I listen to what it says and only hear myself.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 20:10:24 GMT
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Post by ELIO CASTILE on Jul 1, 2022 23:55:02 GMT
— when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? —
Elio tensed up almost immediately when a new figure soon became visible in the apartment. The man looked intimidating and the young man wasn't the type to feel intimidated, either. Hell, he was the type to intimidate and not the other way around but something about the way the man carried himself made Elio want to pull away as the apartment suddenly felt tight and unbearably hot. Elio frowned when the man held his arms out as if expecting a hug from him which made his lips stretch to form a thin-lipped smile that stretched unnaturally wide. "I'd rather chew off my own fucking foot, thank you, though." Elio offered back with a sarcastic bite to his tone, his attention drifting to Hannya when she told the stranger — his daddy — to not taunt him, the way she wanted to protect him made him ease up a little bit, his defenses only slightly breaking down just like the night he had seen her for the first time in a long, long time when he had allowed himself to fall into her embrace and forget all that hatred that he felt continuously to the point where it felt absolutely suffocating.
Elio looked down at Hannya's hands before looking back up at her. "Like us? You mean—" Elio didn't have the word to describe what they both were and a monster felt too harsh, even for the likes of Elio. He didn't choose to be like this, he was made into this. "He sure looks the part." Elio's eyes drifted back to the tall individual, his frown still etched onto his features and when Hannya released his hands and stood up, he was almost consumed with the urge to ask her to stay but when his lips parted they soon closed again because apparently, he would much rather simmer in discomfort than admit that he wanted her to stay with him. The presence of her lips on his forehead only served to tear down more of his defenses but those walls came right up again when he had the misfortune of watching his mother act too friendly with the guy.
Ugh, right. He supposed it was normal for parents to be all lovey and dovey and shit, but seeing it actually happen felt so unnatural and maybe it had everything to do with the fact that his mom had dated absolute assholes who seemed to care more about beating the hell out of her than actually being affectionate with her for once. Elio made a face when their display of affection continued, making him curl up on himself for a moment before he finally tore his eyes away. "It's a damn shame that my powers don't include erasing memories because I really want to unsee that," Elio mumbled to himself with a bite to the tone of his voice as he finally pushed himself up from the couch to go fetch that much-needed drink. He nearly downed the whole bottle when he looked at them to find his mom biting his dad's bottom lip. Hell, even thinking about the guy being his dad didn't feel right. "Can you guys stop sucking faces for like, two seconds? That's seriously so gross. I'm literally right here."
"Right, he's my daddy. Got it. You know, I didn't have daddy issues before but now I definitely do. Thank you for that." Elio said as he made his way into the living room again, downing the rest of the bottle on the way back before he slammed the bottle down on the coffee table situated in the heart of the living room before finally sitting down. "I don't want no daddy, mom— Hannya. I just want you, for fuck's sake. Can't we just have that?"
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CHASE BUCKLEY
Demon
Posts: 149
Age:
38
Occupation:
Detective
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Roxanne Braschi
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 2, 2024 20:18:17 GMT
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Post by CHASE BUCKLEY on Jul 11, 2022 16:25:29 GMT
Charlie Daniels hadn’t been all that wrong when he’d had the Devil go down to Georgia to throw his skills in against a fiddler. Demons did love their games, taunting humanity into tossing their souls into a pot the black eyed sons of bitches were always gonna win. Hannya was no different. She liked to coax people in with a painted smile and those sugared Southern words, drinking in every emotion that poured out when the sap on the other end of the contest realised the whole game was rigged. He’d known it was the minute Hannya had sat down on his thighs in that club, still, it didn’t mean he saw every move she was gonna make coming. He hadn’t bet on this.
Castor as daddy material? Even Chase reproducing? The idea was ludicrous enough that he should’ve laughed instead of spreading his arms like he had, coaxing the brat who definitely wasn’t his, not unless some kinda time travelling was involved.
He stood there, braced for the love he knew he wasn’t gonna get out of that little ball of sulk, brows hitched at Hannya’s ‘uh huh’. Like it was a surprise he was gonna start wringing over his hands and getting all happy about. A kid! A little demon baby all of their own. Castor laughed, low and gravelly again, the lines springing up around his eyes as he grinned at the kid. ”You definitely got your mama’s mouth,” he drawled. He had a thick streak of sarcasm too, the sort of thing he’d usually strip out of someone one shattered knuckle at a time. Somehow he doubted Hannya would appreciate that, although the kid might.
Castor’s dark eyes swivelled to the kid, brawny arms still hanging there in the air like the kid was making any move towards him for the hug. At Hannya’s snap he let them fall to his sides, that sourness was melting the moment she had eyes and hands on her kid’s – was he meant to buy that too? – all tenderness now. ”Don’t that kinda mean he is all bad?” he asked, humour in that rasp. ”And it wasn’t a taunt. I meant it. Bring it in kid…” Another flap of his arms, although they drifted down as Hannya started to trail across the apartment towards him. He looked past her to the kid, his dark irises expanding until they entirely covered the whites. Just like you boy.
Both of them caught up in Hannya’s web, although she was turning those Black Widow tendencies on him now. All hands and lips and heat that had come close to combusting those rooms deep in the club. Now it had to be wafting over to the kid in choking waves, driving the jealousy up out of him like air out of a deflating balloon. Castor returned the kiss, hot and deep, like he wanted this place to implode, grunting with it as Hannya bit down on his lip and swatted his ass like she was trying to keep him in line. ”Yes ma’am,” he drawled, chuckling as she pulled back. His tongue traced over a lip that still felt like it held the imprint of those sharp teeth. It curved as he aimed a grin at Elio. ”You never seen anythin’ like that before, son? You know, maybe it’s time you did. Get yourself a girlfriend, find something like your parents’ love yourself.” It was laying it on thick but hopefully the sarcastic little shit would choke on it a bit.
His hand slid down Hannya’s back, settling at the small of her spine as she carried on trying to spin the story to the kid. If he was like them then he’d smell the lie like a damn fart in an elevator, choking, inescapable – not that it meant he wasn’t gonna try and sell it. Castor pursed his lips faintly, tilted his head like he was about to pull off a mea culpa. ”You know sometimes business and a broken heart takes a guy out of town for a while…” He lifted his other hand, rubbed it over his chest like it still ached.
The demon made a small sound as Hannya whispered in his ear. Like the kid wouldn’t hear it. He stiffened faintly, those dark eyes narrowing before they darted from her to the kid. Was she … cambion? They were rare, reproducing as a demon – or one of those preachy angel fucks – was practically forbidden. You passed on too much power into one of those fragile human bodies. He’d smelt it though, hadn’t he … The question of how got buried by his convulsive swallow. He shoulda been able to tell if she was lying or not. ”If you wanted me around more you coulda said,” he managed, just a thin thread of humour to it. Here more, so he was with his toy less, it was a smart ploy.
Biting back the sigh, Castor watched his son slam down the bottle on the coffee table. He circled his fingers on the bottom of Hannya’s back before he drew away to sit on the edge of the coffee table. ”You know, growing up without a dad kinda sucks. Your mom, she’s just tryin’ to make sure you don’t have to. You don’t want me around kid? You want your mom doin’ all this by herself?” Like this was some kinda twisted sit com and Hannya was honestly raising Elio on her own. Worrying about the bills, trying to explain the birds and the bees to a kid who looked like he was a decade past when he should’ve been hearing it. Like him not having two parents was gonna fuck him up more than the fact that he was half demon.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 157
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 17:12:57 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Aug 2, 2022 18:28:20 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
Who voiced his displeasure.
Hannya smirked, feeling the jealousy waft over. Was it just because she was his mom and it was gross? Or was it ‘cause he wanted a little lovin’ for himself (appropriate and otherwise)? Well, if he decided to stop bein’ a little brat, she’d be happy to snuggle him more. She’d already settled down in this apartment and made a home for him, a space where he could be comfortable, and he was barely around. Not only was Elio fucking ungrateful, but he couldn’t even give off stronger bursts of envy to feed her. Ugh.
“Girlfriend?” It was Hannya’s turn to give Castor an incredulous look, raising a perfectly-trimmed brow. “No, he doesn’t need one ’f those.” Her gaze returned to Elio, steady and focused. Each word wrought with purpose. “He’s got all the love he needs right here. He doesn’t need nobody else.” Her jaw tensed, but she had to settle━had to keep spinning this web for Elio. Castor was his daddy, so he didn’t need to go searchin’ for one anymore. His life would be void of nothing. He wasn’t missing anything.
Whispering what he was into Castor’s ear, she felt his muscles go rigid, and some tiny part of her celebrated━he believed it just a little more, then, didn’t he? She watched his Adam’s apple bob and nearly leaned down to lick it━she would’ve if Elio wasn’t still stomping around. “Shouldn’t haveta say. You should just be here more.” Hannya hissed, not an ounce of sweetness to the viper’s grin on her face. “For me, for your son…”
Hannya rolled her eyes when Elio made his frustrated little sound, slamming a bottle on the table for some attention. That hazel gaze landed back on her baby boy, a tingling sensation fluttering up her spine from the feel of Castor’s fingers, small circles, tempting, gentle, and then… gone. She held back her disappointment when the only other full-fledged demon’s attention drifted to Elio. She wanted it all to herself, but this was the entire reason she’d invited him, right? He was supposed to be a dad━the fit Elio needed.
But her boy was being testy, claiming he was now worse for having met Castor. She hoped he was only being dramatic━he’d come around, wouldn’t he?
‘I just want you, for fuck's sake. Can't we just have that?’
Finally, she smiled. Yes, they could have that. If he just accepted her, if he wanted it, then she’d give him everything━like the old days, when it was just the two of them. Perhaps Castor’s presence didn’t work as she’d expected, but it was definitely working. If her attention had to be split between them, then Elio would have to try a little harder━he wouldn’t have her all to himself. Or, at least, he wouldn’t think he would. And that was just the thing, wasn’t it? All mortals wanted what they couldn’t have. Greed; she should’ve thought of him first.
Instead of replying, Hannya drifted to the couch and let Castor take the lead. Sitting beside Elio and facing Castor, she grinned while he performed his little speech. “Yeah,” Hannya nodded when it was over, looking sideways at Elio, “He’s right, sugar plum━s’hard, ‘specially when ya act like you ain’t happy here. I wanna be yours, baby boy, ‘cause you’re all mine.” Slipping an arm around his back, Hannya squeezed his opposite bicep━the one that wasn’t squished between her chest and his own torso. “Life’s easier when ya got two people ‘round to love ya. I never had that; I just wanna give it t’you.” She moved in closer, pressing her full lips to Elio’s temple and lingering. After a moment, she whispered, “I wanna give you everything.”
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ELIO CASTILE
Cambion
Posts: 26
Status:
Single
Played by:
noe
death always at my side. I listen to what it says and only hear myself.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 20:10:24 GMT
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Post by ELIO CASTILE on Sept 9, 2022 5:39:17 GMT
— when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? —
Elio offered back nothing but a thin-lipped smile that stretched too wide to actually be sincere. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to get on his knees and beg to be taken away from this awkward as fuck moment of meeting his supposed father, but if Hercules over there was his father, then who the fuck was that man he'd met? It wasn't like he could ask Hannya about it, she'd probably take away his only source of entertainment. He'd just have to ask the man about it when he sees him again. No ifs, he knew he'd see him again. He could tell there were secrets involved, webs of lies and Elio planned to unravel each and every single one of them. He wanted to ruin that disgustingly happy family. "Yeah, I'm fucked up." Elio offered with a quick shrug of his shoulders. It didn't exactly bother him. If anything, he embraced it. "Ain't exactly goin' to Heaven," Elio added a moment later, his eyes relaxing on the man's open arms again which resulted in Elio offering him his middle finger instead of heading into his open arms.
Elio rolled his eyes when their interaction continued and tipped his head back, wondering if it was too late to get down on his knees and beg to be struck and put out of his misery. He lowered his head to let his eyes rest on the man, his dad, as he spoke. Fuck, it still felt beyond weird to address him as his father, even if it was only in his head. Elio made a face at the suggestion to get himself a girlfriend, his lips parting to vehemently disagree with the other that he did not want a girlfriend but then Hannya's voice came through and it made him frown a little as his eyes relaxed on her instead, only to find her already looking at him. "Oh, so you get to have—" He made a wild gesture to his father, still fucking weird, as a whole. "Him and I can't have a girlfriend?" Elio didn't even want a girlfriend. He'd never been attracted to women but it wasn't about having one, it was about the controlling grip that Hannya had over him, screaming with possessiveness to the point where it made him feel like he was choking on thin air.
Elio watched the two of them with a displeased look on his face before he eventually voiced his own thoughts, his earlier venom surprisingly nonexistent in the tone of his voice. Though as he listened to his pops — fuck, that was even weirder — he felt some of the hostility slowly evaporate from his face as he glanced between the two of them, his eyes lingering on Hannya for a moment. He didn't want her to suffer with raising him on her own, he knew he wasn't an easy person to look after, fuck, he knew, but...
It was usually just the two of them. They never needed anyone else before. She'd managed to raise him just fine until the moment she'd left. But then again, didn't he despise the living shit out of Adam because he had a whole family? Didn't he, even if it was only for just a moment, wish to have a father?
His eyes moved to settle on Hannya as her voice brought him back to the current moment. His stomach twisted as he continued listening and fuck, for a moment, he felt bad for the way he'd been acting. Elio never thought feeling bad was even a thing he was capable of feeling but in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to go back in time and fix his awful attitude toward Hannya.
When Hannya pressed her lips against his temple, he didn't pull away this time around. "Fine," Elio mumbled, his heart clenching for a moment as her words repeated in his head over and over again: Life’s easier when ya got two people ‘round to love ya. I never had that; I just wanna give it t’you.
"He can stay." Elio added a moment later, eyeing the other man for a moment before he brought his attention to Hannya again. "I've spent so long without you, so long on my own, that it's difficult for me to accept the fact that m'not on my own anymore. That's why I act that way. Every time I open that door, I'm preparing myself for the fact that you may not be here all over again. It's better if I don't latch onto you again like I used to. That way, when — if — you decide to leave, I won't be scared like I was back then." Elio revealed, his shoulders lifting and dropping in a quick shrug, feigning nonchalance.
"Man, this is gonna be fucking weird... But fine, as long as you're happy." Elio's eyes momentarily relaxed on Hannya. For her, he was gonna try. His eyes soon relaxed on his dad, still weird as shit, and released a small sigh. "Welcome back from your milk run, or whatever." And just like that, they were a family of three, huh? What a fucked up family they were. Elio kinda liked it. It was different from the family he'd momentarily become a part of. That family was nice and homey, so nice to the point where Elio hatedit. If he were to actually reveal who he was to them, they would never accept him because he was simply not Adam. But this family, it was different. They understood that darkness he carried and even seemed to carry their own darkness so he knew he'd never have to worry about that rejection. Sure, they were weird as shit, but... They were Elio's family.
And Elio had an inkling that he'd grow to love this family with all its flaws.
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CHASE BUCKLEY
Demon
Posts: 149
Age:
38
Occupation:
Detective
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Roxanne Braschi
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 2, 2024 20:18:17 GMT
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Post by CHASE BUCKLEY on Sept 22, 2022 18:04:01 GMT
You didn’t have to be a Chase Buckley level Detective genius to see that there was something wrong with the kid. Casper could smell the corruption in him, same as he could any of them, but there was tha sense of something still torn. A doll held by two sets of hands, pulled until something eventually was gonna give and he’d have laid money on Hannya’s hands being the ones doing all the pulling. His had been laid on hers now and were settling over the ones she had on his boy too. She’d warned him away from her toys before - slapping those hands like he was some school kid after her doll or something - but this was different. This had come with the invite. And the middle finger.
Casper’s own grin was sharp around the edges, satisfied with the game, even if the kid wasn’t responding too much to the little tugs he gave those scrawny limbs. He ran his tongue along his upper lip, grinning as his dark eyes rolled down to meet Hannya’s incredulous look. If mama was all he needed, why had she called him over to play happy families?
He grunted, tipping his head and the corners of that smile up more as she glanced away. This territory was definitely Hannya’s still. ”I’d say different. Maybe it’d socialise him a bit more, you know what I mean? Like a puppy.” Casper imagined if this one had peed on the floor Hannya woulda done more than rub his nose in it. ”Maybe get him smilin’ a lil more too.” A little more normally. It was hard keeping a lid on what you were when it looked like you were just wearing a mask, one that’d crack at any moment. Wasn’t like any girlfriend this kid brought home would last too long anyway, Hannya would be plucking their wings off in an instant, like some fucked up kid with a fly.
The laugh over the kid’s grumbling was low, throaty. Did the kid not know just how many fathers he had in this town? If you counted everyone who was hopping into Hannya’s bed he probably wouldn’t be able to count them on his fingers or toes. ”He’s got a name, you know, kid, it’s pop], or papa, or dad, whatever you wanna go with.” That asshole that didn’t knock up this woman who says she my mom was probably higher up the list.
What the kid was maybe swayed the chances, whispered possibilities from those painted lips that left him going stiff. Casper shifting his weight, the granite lines of his face creasing more with his frown. One dark brow shattered that rockface, winging up. ”So I’m meant to be psychic and hellspawn? I couldn’t be here for someone I didn’t know existed.” Til now. His son dangled like the carrot she knew he’d take a bite outta - although not too big a one of those painted lips would twist and he’d be the one feeling the teeth.
Maybe he shouldn’t have questioned whether or not he was Hannya’s at least. That little crack, the first real sign of his manners giving way, that was all his mama. ’Look at me! Focus on me!’ Just a kid throwing his toys out of his stroller really. Amused enough, he trailed his fingers over Hannya’s skin before he drifted towards Elio. Building bridges with his boy, reaching out, even if it meant that hand getting bit. Chase woulda settled down and talked all kinds of soft to the kid, laying down the expectations, trying to steer him away from the path he’d brother taken – like being a half demon-half human monster was anything like joining the wrong gang. He wasn’t Chase though, he coulda torn the words right out of Elio’s selfish little mouth.
That was a warm fucking welcome, there. Hannya obviously basked in it, her lips curling as she trailed in. She settled down beside her boy, jumping on the band wagon of his little pep speech. ”See kid, your mom just wants you to be happy, it’s gonna hurt her when you’re not.” When you were a snappy little brat. Casper leaned in, bracing one elbow on his knee, reaching out with the other hand to thump his fist lightly against Elio’s knee in emphasis. ”Between us we’ll do that, huh?” An offer he wanted to snort over, but that would’ve undone everything Hannya was trying to do here – whatever had spun out of those ever moving cogs in her pretty head.
Was that the first drops of water rolling out of the breaking dam? Casper lifted his head slightly, watching with narrowed eyes until the kid muttered out his agreement. The grin spread fast, Casper’s arms just a moment behind, although he didn’t order the kid in for a hug this time. ”You got both of us now. You’re never gonna be on your own again, son.” Well, not until he walked out of this town, leaving the withered husk of Chase Buckley’s life behind, and Hannya went off looking for greener pastures. That sappy need was the human part of the kid talking, and that was never gonna last long with two demons slowly wearing him down.
Casper got up from the edge of the couch, turning to drop down on the other side of Elio. He stretched his arm along the back of the couch, almost gathering both Hannya and Elio in for a hug – the twisted little demon family all together. Chase would crap in his pants at the thought, unaware of the mine field he’d stumbled into long before there was something else in his head, guiding his footsteps. ”Feels good being here.” One black eye – devoid of those slivers of white around the iris now winked as he propped his boots on the edge of the coffee table. ”You’ll get used to it in the end. ‘Til then, it’s just gonna be a learning experience.” Casper would’ve laughed at the opportunity Hannya had opened up for him, but it probably would’ve just spilt the kid off of the couch, that sulky look pulling at his thin lips again as he whined about hating it there. Tough fucking luck, Hannya had set up the board, now the kid had to play it as it was.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 157
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 17:12:57 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Oct 6, 2022 22:21:54 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
And more there was.
Sitting next to her baby boy, he turned to Hannya and spilled his guts. She frowned and nodded as he spoke, watching his face change. Hannya cared about him━much like one would a pet━but she cared nonetheless. It wasn’t in her nature to provide anything more, but telling Elio he should be thankful for the crumbs of attention he got likely wouldn’t go over very well. But she liked that he wanted her. He’d put up with a ‘dad,’ too, if it meant Hannya would stick around, and she could use that to her advantage later on.
“I’m never gonna leave ya again, sugar,” She cooed, leaning in to nudge her nose against his cheek affectionately.
Castor sat on the sidelines, offering up little morsels that pleaded Hannya’s case. She shot him a smile that acted as it’s own reward, like a pat on the head: you’re doing a good job.
“Uh-huh.” She nodded, attention shifting back to Elio. “Daddy’s right, baby. You’ve got us both now, and ya spent time on your own that ya needed to t’grow. Now we can do this, be this, together.”
Grinning past her son at Castor, Hannya’s eyes twinkled with a sort of amusement she hadn’t felt in far too long. A learning experience━yeah, she’d teach ‘em alright. “Thanks for givin’ this a chance, sweetums,” Kinder and more sentimental than she ever was, Hannya started to shift inwards, gathering Elio and Castor into her arms. She pecked Elio on the head, squishing him between her chest and his dad’s, and then planted a kiss on Castor’s cheek. Another bit of gratitude for going along with this━having some fun with her, and beginning to put together a kingdom they could continuously build on. ‘Til they got bored, of course.
CHASE BUCKLEY & ELIO CASTILE | zee end! |
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