like this for a short ( possibly lyric starter ) from a #1 (one) demon boy!
ky learned long ago that showing ( physical or out-right emotional ) fear around your betters never went over so well. it was best to hide it in the back of your mind until the moment came or, in other words, until the time was right. he’d learned how to be quite efficient with it over the years. a reason to why he tried to relax his breathing as he stood before lucifer- whatever this was ( or possibly could be ). the demon had a very bad feeling about this.
“Not to sound terribly selfish, handsome, but what’s in it for me?”
Working for benefactors was never something she liked. They always had these fanciful ideas about how they wanted the job to be done, like they themselves were the master thief. Green eyes sized up the tall blonde in front of her, maybe, just maybe this one would be different.
“Where are my manners, jumping straight to the good bits. Tell me what you’re looking to procure.”
On most days, he would have requested manners, but there was no point in them. Even more so when it was so much easier to get around them. Titles meant nothing in this day and age. Maybe back home they would have meant something, but here? He wasn’t going to take that risk – well, not around people he didn’t exactly trust with that information.
“It’s always about what’s in it for you,” he said as calmly as possible. “money, reputation, and even power.” there was a shrug. “any price you request is all possible.” his lips formed into a thin-line. “i just wonder if you’re able to obtain what i ask.”
a moment passed, maybe two; his arms folded calmly behind his back as he took a step forward. “there is a dagger that will be on display soon – it’s apparently said to be a possession of a very old friend of mine.” though, friend was used very lightly. “i’ve tried to go through a more… legal matter of things, but apparently they believe the offer isn’t genuine.” not to mention he wasn’t going to directly dirty his hands to obtain something like that. no, he’d go a more direct route or have a third party handle it. just like he was doing right now.
“i still fail to see why i should care.” ky always chose to go without a shirt on when clothing wasn’t entirely necessary. not just due to the fact that he enjoyed being cooler, but rather, sometimes he despised the feel of fabric against his body. so, stuck to wearing jeans, shoes, and usually a button up shirt ( even if he rarely had it on ). “so, change my mind.”
“i really wouldn’t get your hopes up – i don’t like anyone these days.” a short shrug. “no offense.” even though the reality of the matter was that ky just didn’t think it mattered who he liked. everyone usually disappointed him in the end.
“there is only so much one can go through before they either distance themselves from all of reality or they stop caring,” he said, hands slipping into the pockets of his leather jacket. “i’ve chosen to do both.”
Hellfirebound 