( 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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[ 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.

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[ 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.