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Post by Shea on Aug 6, 2014 1:26:12 GMT
Daeven didn't notice the way she shivered as he let his glamour fade. So the sweet little succubus had a thing for dark things, did she? He cracked a grin, watching her walk across the room, but he averted his eyes as she bent over. He could be a whore, but he wasn't a creep.
"Yeah, I guess I get that," he told her as she sat back down. He'd killed so many things, human and supernatural, that it didn't really bother him anymore. He'd been born to kill. He didn't share the same morals most humans, and the occasional paranormal creature, did.
Laughing, he added, "But don't think I'm being some selfless person by offering. I'm not a good "person". I wouldn't offer myself up to any sick, twisted fantasy your succubus side needed just for your own sake." He wasn't sure he felt the need to add that. Maybe because, even if he did find her attractive and he'd jump on the chance (quite literally) to sleep with her, he truly did want her to be happy and healthy.
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 6, 2014 4:40:42 GMT
Willow turned and looked at him as he'd said that, her brow shooting up. Sick and twisted fantasies? "Sick and twisted fantasy? I'm pretty sure my 'succubus' side hasn't had any of those yes so you're completely...Oh. Oooh." Her cheeks flushed as she finally realized what he was trying to say, her own embarrassment having gotten the better of her in the moment. When she realized what he was actually saying, though, she was speechless.
By the time she came back to herself and found her voice, poor Mary Winchester had already burned up on the ceiling and Dean was standing in Same's kitchen. "W-well...I didn't say anything about it being a completely selfless act. You get something from it...I-I guess. But if I didn't need it to survive...would you have ever tried to have sex with me?" She asked, out of curiosity. Honestly she was pretty certain the answer would be NO and that's what she was banking on to prove some sort of flimsy point.
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Post by Shea on Aug 8, 2014 6:19:32 GMT
Daeven had turned his attention to the television when the bright flare of fire had caught his eye, but he'd turned back to Willow as she'd babbled, embarrassment clear on her face. It made him smile, and he bit back a laugh. She was cute as hell.
"What would you like to hear?" he hummed, thoughtful. "Should I lie and tell you I'm a valiant gentleman that would never dream of such a thing?" Truthfully, he hadn't. He didn't think about her in that way. Not because he found her unappealing, but because he didn't see the point.
If he was horny enough, he'd go out and find someone to fuck. If he wasn't, he just jacked off without thinking about anything. Looking her over, he shrugged. "Maybe," he finally admitted. "I've never really thought about jumping your bones. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy just your company. It's nice to be around someone sane once in a while."
Turning back to what he knew was going to be a laughable attempt at true supernatural, he told her, "But I also wouldn't said I'd never try in the future, if it seemed like something we both ended up wanting."
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 11, 2014 7:14:13 GMT
Willow blushed a little still but smiled. He might not realize it, but to her...his comments meant that he was much more valiant than he wanted to believe. He enjoyed her company, she wasn't just a means to an end. She pulled her legs up to her chest, chin resting on her knees as she watched. Suddenly, she felt so much more comfortable with him...which she supposed was weird in and of itself.
"You're a nice guy, Daeven. And I enjoy your company, too...and appreciate your offer because I know you offered because you want to help and you care." Her lips pulled into a teasing little smile and she turned to look at him. "In your own special demon-y kind of way."
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Post by Shea on Sept 7, 2014 4:18:09 GMT
Daeven turned back to her, an eyebrow arched in amusement. "A nice guy? No one's ever called me that before. Horror, monstrosity... sexy, fuckable..." he snickered, admiring the dimples in her cheeks, and the way her full lips spread in a small smile.
"You're not so bad yourself, little one, even if your mothers make me wanna run away screaming for mercy." He reached over to ruffle her hair, suddenly a little awkward. When he thought about it, this was so out of the ordinary for him. Talking, not fighting. Watching some stupid show and not hunting down a spook.
It was so odd, so bizarre. He was a demon; he was a fallen angel. And here he was, acting... human.
And what was even more odd, was that the thought didn't bother him. He knew he couldn't ever life like this, every day, but... the reprieve was... It was nice. It was so nice.
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