Ars Goetia ([personal profile] arsgoetia) wrote2011-01-04 09:09 pm
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[Final Day] What Comes Around

After an hour or so of dirty sex and constant talking, even Tristan's voice is a bit hoarse. But he seems pretty fucking pleased with himself as he curls up to Fon under the covers and wraps his arms around him, kissing at his neck.

"Happy?" he asks, only a little smug.
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[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[flushed and tired]

... I could use some breakfast now.

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm spoiling you," Tristan grins, kissing the corner of Fon's mouth, then moving up to kiss at the birthmark near your eye. "This is cute. Ahhh, what do you want to eat? They don't do room service, but there's a pretty decent diner downstairs. Their coffee is subpar, though, so I could take you to Starbucks instead."

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Here is fine, I should get back to Lucia's, would you mind driving me?

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Not at all," Tristan stretches, rolling over. "Mm . . . I should go too, actually."

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
What would put you in better terms with hell?

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Tristan's mouth curves wryly as he slides back into his white shirt, actually doing it most of the way up this time. "Wouldn't I like to know," he says. "I guess, going back and being a good boy, paying my dues, and all that. Problem is, they don't like people doing their own things. You're involved in politics and hierarchies whether you want to be or not." He shrugs. "I'm not interested in power or titles. They don't seem to believe me."

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[getting dressed too]

Maybe you should be. There is a kind of freedom that comes with rank.

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Not so much, back home," Tristan says. "I mean, I've scoped it out. Higher rank, you have to command legions, and you've got more power, so people keep an even closer eye on you. Then there's always people trying to usurp you, and really, it's more trouble than it's worth."

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
... you're a very unusual demon.

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Tristan pauses in the middle of raking his hands through his hair, re-doing his ponytail. "You just noticed?"

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
It's not like I have much experience.

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
You're really pretty. Tristan is leaning over the bed, kissing you again.

"Mm, well," Tristan says, "A demon is a demon. But I like humans, and I like living up here on Earth. All demons do, you know. It's not fun, being down there." He sits on the edge of the bed as he waits for Fon to finish getting dressed. "So in a way, I've been an incredibly stereotypical demon, since I've been very selfishly staying here for a long time, now."

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[you gave me all the info, kiss me as much a you damn well please]

A human wouldn't be very different.

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
And not because you just like kissing me, huh?

"That's the thing about demons, isn't it?" Tristan grins a little, closing his eyes. He looks wistful for a moment. "Why angels fell, and all that."

He claps his hands together, then grabs his iPhone and wallet from the bedside table.

"Anyway, you ready? I'd offer to shower with you, but I think we've both dallied long enough, hm?"

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[enjoying kissing demons, what would my mother think?]

It's fine, let's get going.

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[YOU MEAN YOUR TUBE]

Tristan opens the door, leading the way out onto the landing, then abruptly goes very, very pale, eyes widening.

"Cawww," says the bird on the railing.

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[steps between Tristan and the bird instinctively. SUCH A WINNER]

What?

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
". . . Fon, you're a fast learner, right?" Tristan asks, voice tight.

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[keeps his eyes on the bird]

Yes.

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Tristan dangles the car keys over your shoulder.

"Take it and get back to the house. If they're coming for me, they're going to come for others as well."

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm—"

Tristan pushes you up against the doorframe, kissing deeply.

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[kissing back and taking the keys]

If you're lying we're going to have a problem.

[personal profile] arsgoetia 2011-01-05 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Tristan grins easily. "I try not to lie except when it's necessary," he says, then takes off down the stairs.

[identity profile] peacockeyes.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[you're so lying. Goes drive back to Lucia's house :|]
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