( 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.