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Mama--Owl — [[ I love you ? ]]
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Published: 2018-05-16 17:23:26 +0000 UTC; Views: 2112; Favourites: 30; Downloads: 2
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Just a small excerpt for a particularly intimate and special piece of me and the lizard husband. Idk, I contemplated on sharing this piece and the story, but I really like it. I love the picture. It makes me feel content. :> Maybe you all will like it too.
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Annie stared at the ceiling, her breathing unsteady. “This was by far the most disgusting thing we’ve ever done.” She turned her head, looking over at the demon. A rutting session among corpses and blood, gore coating their skin and the smell - ugh, the smell - it was absolutely revolting. But, it… was intense. In a lot of ways. Disgusting, but intense. He looked more casual than she did - perhaps this was something he’d done a few times over the many centuries he’d been alive; his hand behind his head, a leg crossed over the other - he seemed pleased. “Yeah.” He responded, looking over at her. “It was hot though.” Annie pressed her arm against her eyes, a small laugh escaped her. “Are you still upset over me killing your friends?” Amaimon watched the girl shift and press her face into his side. “They weren’t friends. I hated them. They teased me because of you. They said you looked dead inside and the color of your hair was atrocious.” She looked up at him, “I’m not saying they deserved death but I was starting to get a bit peeved at them. I find you very attractive so they were offhandedly dissing my taste as well.” She wrapped an arm around him and squeezed lightly.
“You’re my everything, you know? I love you.”
“…” The green haired beast looked away from her, not addressing her words. He still didn’t understand her human concept of love. But he knew he felt something. Something strong to massacre a bunch of defenseless, young adults knowing his big brother was going to pound him to pulp for doing it. The girl beside him sighed softly, burrowing herself against him, something akin to a snuggle. She knew well he didn’t understand her feelings or the emotions behind them, and she was perfectly okay with that. “I’m tired…” she yawned quietly, running her hand over her eye momentarily before returning it against his chest. Amaimon narrowed his eyes briefly, his pupils dilated at her actions. It was cute; she was being adorable - but she was caked in blood amidst a massacre by his hand. “You’re going to clean this up right?” she asked softly, her eyes getting heavier with each passing second. Amaimon glanced around the room nonchalantly. He knew if he didn’t, he’d get flack for that too. Luckily, hobgoblins really loved garbage day. “Don’t worry about it.” He assured her, petting her head in a somewhat affection way. She leaned into the touch, her eyes closed and her breathing softened. She’d fallen asleep.
He wasn’t good at a lot of things. Controlling his temper, emotions, and expressions - just to name a common few. But there was one thing he was good at and he dared someone to say otherwise. He’d just add them to the body count for his lovers affection. He was good at taking care of her - and he found himself wondering as the days passed, if he could say the words “I love you" back and mean them. Or would the concept and emotion forever evade him even in this human skin. She told him constantly she was his. But he could never do the same. He didn’t want anyone else at the moment, and he liked her company. Was that love?
He looked down at the girl pressed against him, curled up like a child. She looked so frail. So vulnerable. Like prey. Instinctively he pulled her closer with his hands at the thought of someone using her like he did. Hell, he got angry when Mephisto touched her even slightly - or if someone bumped into her accidentally on a sidewalk. Maybe he was obsessive. Annie stirred slightly, pressing her face against his skin with a soft sigh. Humans were so strange. He didn’t need to sleep. When he did sleep it wasn’t very long. Most nights now, he watched her. An outsider looking in would call it creepy and unnerving. But it didn’t seem to effect the girl, she knew what he was and what all he did. But she found comfort in his stare. Even if it was a bit eerie and scary at times. But his protective stare was the only thing that made her feel safe in a world of insane and otherworldly situations that might drive one mad.
In a world filled with chaos, she found a demon with little to no visible emotion to protect her. A brash and angry soul, one that enjoyed the thrill of destruction and liked to sit in trees and grassy fields. A fool, people called her. But humans were so undesirable. The inhuman attributes to the creature she’d taken to was what made this odd seemingly one sided love so addictive. He knew how to take care of her - and she knew how to take care of him. Amaimon might not have understood love or felt it. But he did know that whatever they had, he’d gladly slaughter anyone in his way of keeping it close and in his claws. His possession. His human. The desire of keeping his toy close and the only one able to use her and keep her at reach.
That, and that alone, is what a demons love is.
