snuggling up to ky’s side, she pet the hell puppy that lay between them with a wide grin on her face.
❝ should we give him a name like blade or bones? are we going to be able to teach him to attack on command? – do hell pups only eat … people? ❞
it was a valid concern after-all, what he brought jess wasn’t a simple dog, but something far worse. not that he minded – he thought jess could handle something like this and he doubted anyone down below would miss the runt of the litter, right? he thought as much at least. “your choice,” he mused lowly. “’course, people isn’t all they eat – they are just trained that way. i’m sure they can eat something else.” of course, he wasn’t too sure what they ate at all in all reality. “if all else… i’ll find out.”
“What’s your poison? I’ve got whiskey, whiskey or….” Meg looked over at the sink before she looked back at him. “Water.” Her place wasn’t the greatest, but it was hers and she liked it just like it was. That didn’t mean she had much to offer when she got company.
“Whiskey. Straight.” He could have commented on the selection or even that she should have had a few beers around, but that would have meant effort. Effort, he wasn’t exactly willing to give at that moment in time. “Unless water is easier for you.”
“Heard that one too many times?” the billionaire asks, casual and completely unphased by the other man’s obvious irritation. As someone who frequently uses pick-up lines— both as jokes and a precursor to actual flirting— Tony is well acquainted with annoyed or angry reactions. Thankfully, he’s also prepared with an alternative line, “How about this one: Are you made of fluorine, iodine and neon? Because you are F-I-Ne!”
Being flirted with was… uncommon, but he had heard – not to mention used – his own fair share of pickup lines before. It was unnerving to find out other’s had used them, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected either. “Actually, i’m made of hellfire,” he said bluntly. “ or are you really that desperate?” Either way, it wasn’t like he cared – Ky just doubted anyone would take that much energy and put it towards himself. “Either way? Congratulations… you have my full attention.”
A huff. “At least he’s better than some smelly old human – did get enough bengay on today?or maybe that’s the rot.” Ky’lar’s lips formed into a grin. “Rotting and you don’t even know it; getting older by the moment and eventually you’ll go to one of two places.. I sure hope it’s where my friends are at. It would be amusing to see just what you’re made of.”
“I don’t… I don’t like pictures being taken.” It reminded him of how he disliked what he looked like. How he always wore two faces; the human one and the one just under the skin. Maybe he was just over thinking, but he didn’t stop moving. Not entirely at least. “Can’t you take one of someone else?”
❝ I wasn’t in the mood to deal with you today, Odinson, but here we are. ❞ He snorted in disgust. ❝ You sicken me – pompous attitude, the need to put your ‘place’ above others – i almost would think it’s admirable. ❞ If he wasn’t on the receiving end. ❝ Unfortunately… i’m here on business. ❞
“YOU WILL HAVE TO try better than that if you hope to gain any information.” mar-vell muses, rolling his shoulders. a grin tugs at his lips as he adjusts his suit. “care to try again?”
HE HAD BEEN TRYING as best as he could. he didn’t know what else to do or maybe simply wasn’t thinking clearly. he was a long ways from home – far more than he thought he’d be, but here he was. stuck and he didn’t know what else to do besides obtain information somehow… someway. “i could always tear you apart; want me to try it THAT WAY?”
Hellfirebound 