( closed ) i know she's my caller

[bluffer]

Who: belial and nel zelpher
When: may 30th
Where: outside of the coven
What: mom and dad got bonded
Warnings: none, for the time being!


[ My soul, body, and blood, I offer all of it to you.

They're words repeated like a mantra in his head the moment their ceremony had completed -- if only to chuckle idly to himself of just how professional he managed to be throughout the entire ideal. To say that he was a completely genuine man would most certainly be a lie, but he does fondly recall some honesty in his words. So long as they are bonded, so long as Nel continued to prove herself to be useful, Belial was willing to give her all of himself and more, if she so required it.

Stepping into the courtyard he takes in a fresh breath of air, genuinely a tad more chipper in regards to how simple the ceremony procedure was. And it dons on him that Nel may have the ability to actually feel that now -- or anything in regards to his empathy, which is only worrisome for whenever that hidden anger inside of him begins to surface despite Belial wearing a friendly expression. For the time being, however, he's safe. ]

Feel any different now that we're official --

[ He offers her a smile; the corners of his lips lifted into a grin that show a glistening row of teeth. ]

Nelly?

[ And purposely calls her by her designated nickname; all for testing purposes! ]

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[guillotine]

[ Nel's vows were terse, practical, and deliberately avoided anything which could be interpreted as poetic. She never strayed a single word from the terms of their earlier agreement, forcing herself to swear to protect and be protected with a bitter bite on her tongue.

Exiting the Coven to breathe lighter air does not dispense with the unsettling feeling that she isn't going to be alone for a very long time, and her secrets aren't just hers anymore. Nel does not want to feel his happiness, however slight, and she does not want him to experience her toxic, addictive brand of righteous anger.

Too late. ]

Our contract is official, Creature. [ Severity is habit and security. Her lips pull tight into the thing he once described. ]

As to what I feel... I'm impressed. In one stroke, you've ensured that I will never have cause or the ability to sabotage you for as long as this stands. And vice versa, naturally.

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[ It's a subtle pinch, if anything, a stir that sends his blood to briefly run hot. ] Ha. [ He sighs lightly, almost sensually -- obviously to test her already limited patience. A hand guiding itself upward and placing itself against his chest as his lips curl into a grin. ] I felt that~ I'm really going to get better at reading you at this point, Nelly.

[ He chuckles lightly, dropping his hand back to his waist. ]

It's a good idea, yeah? It's not like you've made it a secret that you'd like to get personally close with my innards, but I still have a valid reason to keep living.

[guillotine]

[ Testing, testing, tested. Two extremely suspicious spots of high color turn her ears pink, this feedback loop heightening the fuming rush of her blood, and Nel does not risk drawing attention to them by brushing her hair into place. ]

At any point you could stop pushing me on purpose. Maybe we could be friends, Belial, contract or no contract.

[ She bumps the back of her hand against his, accidentally-on-purpose. Something lifts out of her skin, less a tug and more of a twitch... well. Disappointing. More, then. ]

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Hm. [ He leans over some, as if to get a proper look at her face. ] I could, but you see I don't think that would make our relationship any fun. I just get a rush out of seeing that face of your twist up as if I were just an insect you stepped on.

[ Noticing the contact, he takes the initiative to do the same action towards her -- purposely, of course. ]

So I still think we have an opportunity to be friends, despite our rotten personalities!

[guillotine]

Who's ro—

[ She hisses like a viper and snatches the same hand up, shoving her knuckle into his cheekbone. It isn't a push, really, just a love tap that gets his face out of hers.

This has the side effect of a new and improved cycling of her magic. It's somehow possible to feel cleaner and unclean simultaneously. Separating, stopping the touch, now seems counterintuitive. ]

What are you getting out of that? Concisely, please.

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[ He follows the motion of her fists and laughs idly, hand raising up to rub at his cheek. Neither amused or insulted; emptying of any interest as he continues to react how Nel has learned to expect from him. ]

Hm~? Can't I simply learn to enjoy your company and want to keep you someplace close? It would be difficult to remain neutral after we've gone and made such a deep connection, don't you agree?

[guillotine]

[ Right.

There snaps her patience.

Nel’s grip gentles and switches tack. Both of her palms cradle him around either side of his jaw in a blatantly proprietary gesture, never hesitating for permission. Her magic must be flooding him, same as the fury that could be described as euphoric. ]

No. We’ve been over that. This, right now. This exact thing.

[bluffer]

[ Ah shit, here we go again -- ]

Nelly~ [ He muses, tone not unlike a chime being pushed gently by the wind; sweet and song-like. ] Sorry, sorry, but I really can't take you seriously when you're obviously so mad! And is this your way of pouting? Making me look at you?

[ He chuckles lightly. ]

It's cute.

[guillotine]

[ Her vision almost blacks again. Nel's fingertips tremble on his face, not for fear, not anxiety, just the involuntary trembling of someone who knows they've got to hold back the hell building in their blood. Ugly, starved. Venomous. Divine.

The voice crushed out through her teeth is a hoarse thing. ]

I swear I'll put a muzzle on you, if you're incapable of answering basic questions for your own benefit. What- do- you- feel?

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[ He tilts his head to one side, feeling everything that she does with so much intensity that, if he hadn't felt similar emotions at least once in his life, he's sure he may even feel sick. In fact --

His lips press together, his grin turning into a frown as he feigns the idea that her emotions are overwhelming him. A wave crashing through his veins and causing his stomach to twist with disgust and anger that is being forced to hold back.

Belial leans forward, dizzy, and losing his balance. ]

Sick. [ He finally answers. And his face mirrors every word that leaves his mouth: ] Like... something ugly wants to tear through my chest.

[guillotine]

[ Useful. A distant observer will see two freshly bonded people cuddling outside the Coven and see nothing wrong with the picture they paint, even after he loses his balance and their foreheads clash.

Nel keeps him there, staring holes into his red, rotten eyes. His performance is convincing, and she only asks herself why it took him so long. ]

Swallow it.

You should be taking the excess from me. The magic. Do you feel that?

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[ He reaches out to grab her by her forearm, anchoring himself into place to keep himself from slipping any further. Seeing through her, like she were nothing more than a glass window.

But he feels all of it. Every inch seeping into the crevices of his nerves and filling him with her magic. Balancing the immediate, feral response the beast in his chest demands -- wanting to destroy what is causing his body to change. ]

-- Yes. [ He exhales, swallowing hard. ] But I'm really going to be sick if you don't lighten up, Nelly...

[guillotine]

[ Satisfaction curls through the connection they share and kills the fury. Obedience makes Belial passably attractive with the added bonus of cooling her temper. ]

There. Good boy.

[ She pats his cheek, and for a moment her palm rests against it in a caress that's more warning than affection. Nel's eyes move across him to track the evidence of any ongoing physical transformation, searching for the things which mark him for a beast. Harder when they're a breath apart. ]

See? Friends.