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Luci sighs, letting out a cloud of smoke from his lungs as he watches Elfo pace the length of Bean’s room. “Dude. You really got to stop with the pacing already. Bean’s gunna be fine.”
The moss-colored elf freezes in his tracks and turns towards the demon posted at the window.
“How could you possibly know that!” Elfo huffs, annoyed, and sets his hands on his hips. “We are her friends, who else is going to look out for her?”
Luci smirks. He thoroughly enjoys riling the lil’ guy up because he’s just so darn expressive it’s kind of ridiculously adorable.
Ugh. No. Too fluffy of a word – adorkable. Yea, that’s… worse. Devil, am I going ‘soft’? This is some Grade-A’ B.S. right here.
“Well?!”
Luci startles violently at the outburst, only hundreds of years of being cool (ha!) in the face of unspeakable horrors keeps him from losing his balance on his precarious perch. He’s been too much in his head lately, and he hates it.
“Uh – well, for one, she’s only been gone for like, an hour.” That wasn’t true, she’s been gone since daybreak, and it’s now almost midday, but he needs a moment to collect himself and it’s rather amusing to watch as the normally easy-going elf flushes and stomps his foot whenever Luci’s purposefully being ‘difficult’.
“And twooo!” He continues, interrupting whatever Elfo was about the say, “Bean is a big girl, and can take care of herself – she was doin’ okay before we stumbled in on her life, I’m sure one weekend with her stepmother and ladies-in-waiting will be no problem for her.” Luci pauses in his answer to jump down from the windowsill and starts making his way out of the room, because the upset on the elf’s face slipped from angry to dejected and he can’t look at a sad Elfo right now. It always makes him feel weird inside, and he doesn’t know if he likes it or not.
“Honestly?” He continues, because Elfo just looks down at his feet and he needs to fill the silence. “I’m more upset she insisted on me staying. The havoc I could be wrecking at that hot-spring retreat?” Flicking his cigar stub to the stone floor, he sighs and finishes. “Now that would’ve been somethin’ else.
Using his tail, he taps the door closed after he leaves.
His reactions to the elf lately are starting to concern him – but what was more concerning, was how un-concerned he truly was. He had no sense of urgency to solve this… problem of his. He doesn’t want to sabotage what little kernel friendship he has with Elfo, because he’s bound to Beanie for life, and it’s looking like Elfo is here to stay. So, it’s only logical he becomes close with Elfo, right?
I mean, it’s all part of my larger scheme to corrupt The Princess and all. Gotta stay in her good graces, right?
Right. That’s what he’s going with.
Luci decides to reward himself with some good ol’ drugs.
Now… to hunt down Una and steal what’s left of her feel-good root…
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It’s dusk, and Luci hasn’t seen their elf companion for hours. He tells himself he’s not looking for Elfo because he’s feeling lonely and misses the little doofus. No, of course not! He just needs someone to moderately berate while he chews some root and trips his demonic tail off.
The fact that Elfo is his most giggly and gullible when he’s high has nothing to do with it. At all. Nope.
Well… maybe a little. It makes him feel all sizzle-y inside whenever he can tease the velvety elf into a fit of giggles and spasms. Having Elfo to tease, tickle and tackle makes doing root so much more fun. Bean is a great drinking buddy, the best drinking buddy, but Elfo is the most fun to trip out with because he’s squirmy and talkative and has absolutely no boundaries.
Unfortunately, Beanie just kinda rants a-mile-a-minute, often man-handling him and Elfo before she passes out with a goofy smile on her face.
Ha! Yea, he’ll miss Beanie this weekend. Technically he could’ve tagged along, because everyone thought he was just a cat. The women wouldn’t have cared, but he stayed behind to make sure the little elf didn’t get himself drained dry in their absence. Not that he’ll tell Elfo that, and he’ll continue to deny it if Bean ever accuses him of it again (she had teased him earlier that morning).
He can’t be seen to care about anyone’s survival or well-being after all.
Luci huffs a breath of annoyance after he looks into yet another room, and sees no Elfo. At least he wasn’t in his cage or attached to any dumb apparatus in the name of ‘science’.
It’s well after dark when he finally finds his elf – the elf, staring longingly into the bottom of a mug, all by his lonesome in The Flying Scepter. Luci sometimes wonders if being out of hell for an extended period of time has made him soft, because he feels himself frown at the sight and something in his gut squeezes.
“Oooh boy. Here we go.”
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Lucille hops up onto the bench beside Elfo and slides himself a little closer to the elf who had scooted to the end against the wall, trying to hide no doubt.
“Heeeey buuuddyyy, you okaaay?” Luci coos, attempting to coax the elf into looking at him, but the guy keeps his chocolate brown eyes on his mug, only acknowledging that he heard the demon with a gentle shrug of his shoulders.
The demon huffs and his tail twitches in annoyance but he tries to be patient. He wants the elf to leave with him, and he wants him in a decent enough mood so they can get high together. It’ll be no fun if Elfo’s pissy or mopey because Luci couldn’t keep his cool.
“Aw, common man. You gotta gimme something to work with. I’m no good at this stuff.”
Elfo frowns a little and when he looks over at him, Luci recognizes the furrow on his brow as confusion. “What? Getting drunk? I thought you’re an expert?” For a moment Luci can’t do anything but blink up at the elf who just blinks back in return.
Oh my Devil, this guy! Unbelievable.
“No, Elfo. I meant – ugh. Nevermind. What are you doing here?” When he sees the elf start to respond he hurriedly adds, “I mean, why are you here? Alone? Letting perfectly crappy alcohol go bad? You aren’t supposed to drink beer warm, dummy – and while I’m all for promoting bad habits and drinking alone, I don’t think that’s a wise choice for you.”
Elfo sighs. “Yea, well… Bean’s the one that usually takes us out. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to come with just me, I know I’m not ‘bad’ enough for you or whatever.” He rolls his eyes at that and Luci smirks in fond amusement because even when whining or when sad, good lil’ Elfo’s still got that sassiness hidden under it all. “So, when I didn’t find you in your usual spots, I just decided to take a walk and then ended up here.” Finally, Elfo tips his head back and takes a gulp of his undoubtedly lukewarm beer – Eyup there’s that grimace. Luci snickers at his misfortune and the elf sends him a half-hearted glare.
Silence overtakes the oddball pair for a few moments, one nursing a warm mug and the other fiddling with a cigar.
Lucille begins to twitch at the extended silence, because he hates how silent the normally chatty elf is being. It’s incredibly unsettling and makes him want to slap his friend – because that’s who he is, dammit! He’s Elfo’s friend, although maybe he hasn’t really shown the guy that yet. It shouldn’t be something that has to be pointed out, but then he remembers how dense the guy can be and how he’s got the lowest esteem imaginable.
Heck, he would think that the elf was indifferent to him if it wasn’t for Bean telling him how worried Elfo had been when he was exorcised, and how he actually punched a guy unconscious! Their sweet, harmless little elf committing violence on his behalf – he wishes he’d seen it.
“Ugh. Okay, look man. I’m here, aren’t I? Bean will be back, but you’ve still got me. I’m not so bad – well… metaphorically speaking.” The demon awkwardly corrects himself and it makes Elfo smile just the tiniest bit as he peeks down at him. Luci watches as the elf seems to consider the thought, then he downs the rest of his beer – well, he tries to. He ends up coughing as he chokes on the beer. They probably look ridiculous. An awkward elf choking on his drink and his buddy the ‘talking cat’ awkwardly patting his back, trying to help the elf recover.
“Okay. Enough of that. Let’s get outta here. I got some good stuff from the salamander queen – let’s head up to Bean’s room and get high off our asses, yea?” Luci pulls away from the elf, but not before picking his pockets for the remaining coins he has on him.
What? He’s a demon. He has to bring things back into balance after all the nice friend shit he just put down.
“Really?” Luci turns to see Elfo smiling hopefully back at him and dammit he’s too cute, he can’t help himself.
“Yea, buddy. We’ll get high and I’ll read to you from Beanie’s diary she thinks she’s hidden from me. Sound good?” Luci shoots his friend a devastating smirk and the demon isn’t disappointed in the least with the dazzlingly mischievous grin he gets in return from his velvety companion.
This is what they needed. Some little mischievous, inside secrets of their very own. He’ll show the elf a good time. The demon, tired of walking, decides he’s going to snag a ride on his new pal and jumps up on his shoulders, holding onto his head and hat. Luci chuckles as the elf almost falls over at the unexpected weight.
Luci feels Elfo sigh under him.
“Well, I guess I should be thankful you aren’t making me crawl on my hands and knees like a donkey this time.” Elfo mutters under his breath and Luci feels his insides sizzle with glee at the sassy comment from his elf.
Wait.
My
elf?!
Luci tenses at his thought, clenching his claws which causes his ride to flinch and hiss in pain.
“Ow! Lucille! Not so hard, okay?”
The demon leans back a little bit, craning his neck to get a look at the elf below him –
Hm… yea. Heck, why not. Luci settles back down, content for the moment.
His elf. His human. His friends. For being a demon for hundreds of years, he's really never had much to call his own.
But... greed is a sin, and he’s one hell of a sinner.
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The first things he registers as he starts to wake are both the strong tha-thump of a steady beat and a sweet, minty scent that makes him suddenly hungry. A shiver runs through his body as he inhales that mouth-watering scent deeper into his lungs.
Luci moans obnoxiously as he uncurls from his sleep, stretching himself out along the length of whatever pillow he’s sleeping on. He sighs contently, rolling over onto his stomach and wiggles a little; his demon blood sizzles in his veins and it feels fantastic.
That musta been some gooood snake-root if I’m still feelin’ it… damn, this pillow smells fuckin’ good. Gotta figure out what perfume this is and get me some.
The demon nuzzles further into the soft, velvety cushion and breathes deeply again, through his mouth this time, and he suddenly has the strong urge to bite.
Even in his barely lucid state, he knows he’ll just get a mouthful of cotton or feathers, no doubt tearing up whatever pillow he’s on and he finds himself reluctant for his bliss to end. Or to ruin his new, favorite sleeping cushion.
He doesn’t care if it’s Bean’s or not, he’s stealing this cushion. It smells delightful and it’s soft and warm and just squishy enough to burrow into. Whatever scent is on it only helps to make him feel a little randy. Well – either the scent or the drugs. Probably both. Luci smirks to himself, eyes still closed in bliss, knowing that when he opens them the spell will break and he’s not going to pass up this chance to indulge himself.
The demon squirms into a slightly more comfortable position and wraps his arms around his newest pillow, kneading it softly before slowly rubbing his claws up and down as the demon takes in the pleasant texture. Eyes closed he feels a ridiculous, naughty grin pull on his face as he starts fantasizing – yea, but when he’s done, this pillow will definitely be his. No one else will want it, especially when he tells Bean what he’s done to it.
But the spell is broken when his pillow moves and… moans.
Luci’s eyes snap open and his entire body feels as if he’s been doused with ice water.
Suddenly everything’s clear and memories of last night race through his mind.
Getting stupidly high with Elfo, baiting the naïve kid into pulling pranks on the castle staff, then stealing some booze and cheese from the kitchen before finally settling down on Bean’s bed with too many pillows to trade stupid stories –
The demon sighs out a breath of relief. Relaxing after realizing that the elf is still asleep beneath him and isn’t freaking out.
Briefly, Luci considers moving now that it’s safe to do so, but decides he’ll stay put because he’s comfortable and Elf smells good and the lulling beat of his heart is soothing. No one’s awake to see him, and Elfo wouldn’t think anything about the demon lying on his chest if he were. He’s too sweet and naïve to do so.
The demon retracts his arms from around the elf and moves them to the front to rest on his shoulders. His face, he notices, is just under Elfo’s chin where his head is tilted back into the bed beneath them both. Luci rears up to get a better look at the elf under him and notices a few things that shock him.
One. The elf is still sound asleep, despite all the groping and moving around. This makes Lucille huff in fond exasperation.
And two. The elf does not have a shirt on. Lucille blinks in shock before tentatively raising himself up over Elfo a bit more to look….
He sighs in relief.
Okay. At least he’s got his pants on.
Closing his eyes, the demon takes another deep breath, considering his options, before he mentally shrugs and lowers himself back into his earlier position – sprawled out over the velvety soft elf and then shoves his nose into his neck, chasing that minty-sweet scent.
Then Elfo giggles and Luci feels a spike of arousal surge down his spine and through his tail. He doesn’t even stop to think before he noses further under the elf’s chin to his jaw, tilting his head back further into the bedding – his efforts are rewarded with another coquettish giggle and another whiff of that lovely scent.
Soon, the demon has worked his muzzle behind
Elfo's large, dorky (and soft ears) where the scent seems the strongest and he doesn’t even think about it – Luci just darts his tongue out for a taste and bites back a sinful moan. Elfo’s soft gasp quickens his heartbeat and Luci dares to suck some more of that taste into his mouth.
Elfo squirms beneath him in his sleep and moans at the feeling.
Oh my Devil, how can this sweet kid sound so damn sinful. This shouldn’t be so arousing but hot damn!
Lucille continues his affections all over Elfo’s neck, teasing more delightful sounds out of the sleeping elf.
No idea how this guy can sleep through all this – the demon pauses in his attentions to smirk to himself – I wonder what kinda dream he’s having right now.
Luci shifts his hips a bit and rocks down into Elfo and lets out a hot breath at the feeling and shivers when on his next press, the elf arches his back to meet his slow thrust.
Damn – how can someone so naïve and sweet be so damn sexy in bed?!
The demon starts to bring the tempo back down, feeling the elf stirring more and more beneath him. Luci pauses to take a few calming breaths for himself.
Don’t want him to wake up – that’d be… bad.
He didn’t realize he’d both stopped moving and closed his eyes until they snapped open at the sound of a soft whimper beneath him. The demon sits back and looks down at the elf’s sweet face, bottom lip quivering in need.
Luci smiles down at the sleeping elf fondly, whispering “Aw, don’t worry buddy. I gotcha.”
Slowly, he leans back down and softly nuzzles his face back into the Elf’s neck, kissing up to that delectable spot just below his ear –
Elfo groans once Luci reaches his goal and releases his death grip on the bedsheets to hold onto him and – Luci can’t help himself, it’s a hug and he’s enjoying it. He’ll never again escape hugs if this is what affection feels like. The demon squirms in contentment, reaching up higher to let out a soft, warm breath over the elf’s sensitive ear and he smirks in triumph when Elfo shivers beneath him. He loves this feeling of pride that he’s the one making Elfo feel –
“Mmm, Beeeaan…”
Luci freezes – going stiff in the velvet elf’s arms.
WHAT.
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SLAM!
“Why I oughtta – I can’t believe…! Ugh, Bean?! Seriously?! What the hell?!” Luci growls and rants his way down the stairs into the castle gardens, furious and hurt.
After trashing King Zog’s favorite rose bushes, he sets them on fire and watches the mess burn to ash with satisfaction as he contemplates the last half-hour.
After Elfo moaned out… her name, it took every ounce of control Luci had not to set himself on fire in a jealous rage – because yea, he’s ‘man enough’ to admit that he was jealous and angry that the name on Elfo’s lips wasn’t his… but no matter how angry he was, despite being a demon, he couldn’t hurt the elf like that.
“
Man, I really am going soft…” the demon grumbles, kicking at the pile of ash despondently.
It’s not really a surprise he mumbled Bean’s name, dudes got a stupid crush on her, of course that’s who he’s going to picture in a waking dream.
He rolls his eyes at himself for being stupid.
Hearing the palace guards’ armor clanging towards his position, he realizes that he should probably get moving so they don’t correctly assume that he had anything to do with the pillar of smoke still rising into the early morning air.
I have to get him to forget about his feelings for Bean and get him to fall for me… but I can only do that if Bean’s not around...
Lucille huffs in frustration and trudges through the kitchens, snatching a chicken leg as he passes through, completely ignoring the shrieks of protests of ‘vermin’ from the cooking staff as he continues his pondering.
But I’m bound to Bean, and Bean’s the princess, our friend, our transportation, and our roommate…” Luci winces at the thought.
Doesn’t leave much chance of some one-on-one time between us… this weekend is a rare opportunity, but now instead of just strengthening our friendship, I need to get him to view me as a romantic interest, too…
Once he’s crossed the main hall, he continues on to head up the spiral staircase towards Bean’s room where Elfo should still be sleeping. The closer he gets the more anxious he feels.
Dammit! Two days isn’t enough time for that! And I can’t keep his attentions when there’s three of us, because he’ll still just continue to crush hard on Bean as long as she’s around, regardless of her interest (or lack of) in him…
the demon pauses and just as Luci’s about to open the door to the princess’s room an idea hits him.
I need to get Bean to stay away from Dreamland for a while longer… and to do that…
Luci chuckles darkly, rubbing his claws together fiendishly and mutters to himself, “I’ll need a turkey…”
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Elfo turns over for the umpteenth time since waking up to a chill on his skin. Groaning, he blinks his bleary eyes open to scout out another pillow to add to his burrow.From what he can tell, it is daylight now, yet somehow he remembers being so warm and comfortable all night – warm enough to have been able to sleep without his shirt and a pile of pillows or blanket on him.Elfo feels his face flush and he groans again, but in mortification this time – burying his face into the covers beneath him and dragging the nearest pillow over his head as he remembers feeling… very naughty this morning. He had a very, very nice dream of someone ravishing him in a way he knows he’s never been before. In fact, usually
he's the one doing the 'ravishing' - or well, he imagines himself that way, anyhow.The elf feels his heartbeat pick up when a flashback from his dream appears beneath his closed eyes for him – Elfo huffs out a breath, remembering in his dream how badly he wanted to just… surrender to this person. Towards the end he began to picture Princess Bean, his best friend and biggest crush as the one nuzzling and licking at his neck. Covering him with her soft, warm hotboilingsizzling body heat as he was pressed down into the mattress unable to move or escape.In his dream… he liked being the one submitting to pleasure, the elf had never gotten that horny from just a dream before – usually he sees himself as a manly elf, despite his short stature, in his ‘naughty dreams’. But not this time, in fact, he woke up chilly and with his… private parts hot and hard, along with something inside him, in his lower belly was buzzing and squirming pleasantly.Thankfully though, the… problems… he had woken up with were now gone. Gosh, he hopes he didn’t moan or do anything weird in his sleep; he had been mortified until he realized he was alone in the room.And although he was thankful no one was around to witness his embarrassment, he wished he had some company now. Luci was a lot of fun last night and was being so nice to him, he hoped Luci wanted to hand out with him today. He didn’t want to spend it alone, and last night with Luci was a lot of fun.Elfo feels one of his ears twitch at loud noise and then he sits up at the sound of a familiar voice grumbling lowly just outside the bedroom door.Speak of the devil… the elf smiles to his self in amusement before yawning. Or, well… I guess technically it’s ‘think’ of the devil? Because I didn’t actually speak, although, while Lucille is indeed very devil-ish, he’s not the devil… sooo… maybe that wouldn’t be the saying, here? Hmm… I’d have to ask Beanie.The elf startles at a sudden movement on the mattress and has to blink a few times before he registers his demon friend sitting in front of him, stealing one of the pillows from his pile to sit himself on.“Hey buddy, good night?” Luci asks in a friendly, upbeat tone as he moves to sit closer to the sleepy elf.“Mmmm – yea… fun night, from what I remember…” Here, Elfo blinks a few times, trying to focus his attention on the demon in front of him as he snickers behind his claws. “The snake root too much for ya, champ?”The elf can’t help but smile at his friend – sure, sometimes it doesn’t always seem like the demon likes being around him, but Lucille showed the elf last night that the demon considers him important and ‘fun enough’ to hang out with, and that’s enough for Elfo to feel assured that Luci does care about him on some level at least. Heck, if Elfo didn’t know any better, he’d think that Luci was trying to cheer him up in Bean’s absence.“Pssh, noooo…” Elfo smiles, showing the demon that he knows he’s full of it, but before he can say something else he’s interrupted by a chill that causes him to shiver and wrap his arms around himself.He hears Luci sigh, but just when Elfo is about to ask his companion if he recalls where his tunic went, suddenly he feels a familiar fabric softly land on his head. “Your shirt was on the floor.” The demon nonchalantly informs him.Elfo takes the shirt off his head and starts to put his chilly arms through the sleeves, “Thanks, Luci! So… when did you get up? Did you sleep?” The elf notices a funny expression on the demon’s face, just before it’s obscured with his own shirt being pulled down over his head and hat as he dresses. Just as he pulls it on, he looks over at his demonic friend and sees a curiously fond expression on his face. He gives Luci a look of confusion before the demon silently points at him and smiles, causing Elfo to look down at himself, only to realize he had put his tunic on backwards.A little embarrassed at making that mistake, and bemused at the new smile on Luci’s face and lack of insult or caustic remarks at his error in dressing, Elfo quickly pulls the shirt back off and fixes it the right way around.
He feels his face flush at the new, flustered feeling the demon is giving him and he struggles to distract himself from it because it’s… weird.“Um uh… where were you this morning? D-did you sleep?” The elf stutters as he pulls the shirt back on over his head… the right way this time. He silently curses himself for sounding like what Luci often calls a ‘moron’ – but thankfully Luci doesn’t offer any commentary… seeming to ignore his missteps this morning. Maybe he’s still on a high from last night? Luci clears his throat before answering, “I’ve been up for about an hour or so – you were still dead to the world so I left to wander the castle… and…” the demon trails off for dramatic effect, and just as Elfo has pulled his shirt on over his head, he looks up to see a grin on the demon’s cat-like face and in the next second the demon presents a pastry to the startled elf with his tail.“… I went to get you this!”Elfo leans back on his hands to avoid being smacked in the face with…“A STRAWBERRY JELLY PASTRY!” The elf squeals excitedly and lurches forward to grab it before the demon jerks it away – except he doesn’t, Luci waits until he’s got his hands around the large confection before releasing his own hold on it. Elfo’s too distracted by the gift to notice the demon’s odd kindness, instead, he gives the demon a happy grin, struggling to fight against the urge to hug his breakfast to his chest in glee. “Thank you, Luci! This is awesome!” Elfo barely notices the proud look on the demon’s grin while he bites greedily into his treat. “With extra frosting, just for you; I can be nice, see?”Elfo, who knows better now to talk with his mouth full, nods in agreement and hums happily while he eats. Luci is the best, maybe things won’t be so bad with Bean gone.
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So far Step One of his plan to woo Elfo has gone smoothly – he sent off one of the castle turkeys to the hot springs Beanie is staying at, ‘asking’ her to stay away longer. Since he didn't really have the patience to craft a fancy letter and story, he hopes what he sent will do the job.
Once satisfied with his message, he risked getting beat with a broom to snatch the elf some breakfast and then received a happy, heartfelt squeal of thanks and a shiny grin in return that made his cold, black heart trip in his chest. He’s even been magnanimous, going along with what the elf wanted to do all day.
Honestly, it wasn’t so bad; he hasn’t even really been bored, even though they aren’t doing crime or wreaking havoc like they would be doing if Bean was around, he’s smoking some pretty dank weed stalk, while watching his newfound… interest… happily stroll through the field with a basket almost as big as the both of them, picking flowers and… did he just put weeds in that basket…?
“Hey, buddy. Why are you picking weeds?”
Elfo turns around and at the look on his face, the demon’s stomach flops over and a shiver runs down his tail. He’s received many-a-look from the elf before, but this particular smile is different. It’s a look of fond exasperation, like one would give to someone whom they care deeply about, but also is greatly amused by the stupid question they just asked….
Hey!
“Oh, Lucille – they’re not weeds. These are thistles, and they are for you, silly!”
Luci sits up fully and slides off the boulder he was reclining on as his velvety elf moves closer.
No, no. Not mine… not yet anyways…
“Uh… what?”
Elfo stops just in front of him and as the demon throws the butt of his weed to the ground to stomp out the light, he looks up to a soft, green hand holding a small handful of equally fuzzy green stems out to him.
“These are for you. I know you aren’t a ‘flower guy’,” Elfo rolls his eyes at this part, and Luci has to fight back a grin. This kid, so sweet yet so sassy – just the right combination of sugar and spice, “so when I was out here picking flowers for Bean’s room and saw these, they reminded me of you, so…. Here!”
The demon decides he’s going to look over the fact that all those flowers he was picking were for Bean, and imagine instead that they were just for Bean’s room, and focus on the fact that his plan is obviously working out great if the elf is thinking of him and of getting him stuff… even if they are weeds.
“You… saw this weed and thought about me?” Now Luci is slightly confused, but he’s still pleased that Elfo is giving him something so he takes the prickly weed from his hands and pulls it close to him; but not too close, the thing’s covered in thorns and spiky things.
Which he enjoys – just when they are causing pain to others. Not to him. He never could quite get into the blood-play kink other demons were so fucking fond of.
Elfo pets his head and Luci stills, not sure how to take that but decides to say nothing because it ends as soon as it started. He won’t be disappointed at not being pet like a house-cat. No, he will
not.
Man, what is wrong with him lately?!
“Well, yes! They are showy and tough and, yea, they’re pretty prickly and thorny, since they aren’t all soft and delicate like flowers… but they are pretty neat in their own way. Also, they last like, way longer than roses or dandelions or daisies. They are like, the badass of the flower fields. And you’re the most badass thing I know, so… yea. If I’m gunna pick something for you out here, it’d be a thistle!” Elfo concludes his monologue explanation with a beautiful grin and throws his arms up in excitement as he shouts thistle, like it’s some magical word or something.
The demon looks up at the slightly taller elf and he is suddenly at a loss for words. His demonic gaze settles on the elf’s hands, where he can see small scratches and pinpricks of blood where he was hurt by picking the thistle… for him.
He wants to lick them.
“Um… thanks, buddy… but let’s keep them in the basket for now, we need to clean up your hands.”
“Huh?” Elfo drops his arms and then looks at the palms of his hands with a furrowed brow. “Oh yeah, you’re right.... they kinda hurt.” The elf states mulishly while the demon chuckles at his companion as he reverently sets down the thistles on top of the other flowers in the basket. A part of him is glad to see the heavy, thorny bulbs of the thistles crush the delicate petals of the other flowers in the basket before he takes one of the elf’s hands carefully and then licks his palm before he lets himself think much about it.
He delights in the high-pitched squeal he gets from the now-squirming elf.
Overall, not a bad day.
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Bean sighs after finishing off the bottle of wine in front of her and then immediately calls out to the waitress to bring another. Moments later, a scroll is dropped unceremoniously next to her cleared plate.
“Ugh, this was dropped off at our room. Tied to a damn turkey. I thought this was supposed to be a vacation, instead I’m bringing you princesses shit and pouring wine that I’m not drinking.”
Before the princess of Dreamland could respond, the redheaded girl already starts to turn around to leave.
“Uh… thanks, Kaylee! You’re awesome for doing this… I’ll bring you something nice later! I’ll even pour your wine for you!”
“You better, Bean-cake.” Came the snarky reply before the redheaded girl makes her way to the door. The princess laughs. “God I love that girl! We are, like – so going to be friends by the end of this trip!”
The Princess sighs before turning back towards the table only to see the empty wine bottle be replaced with a new, full one within the few seconds she had her attention elsewhere. “What the – Geez, how the waitresses at this place manage to keep sneaking me refills without me noticing them is… kinda freaking awesome.”
Bean regards the scroll Kaylee had delivered to her still resting on by her empty plate, and then the full, uncorked bottle of red now in front of her, and after contemplating them both, she prioritized by first pouring herself a large glass of wine.
“Alright, let’s see what’s up in Dreamland – hopefully it’s not from Odval, telling me his stupid boyfriend accidently killed…. What the hell?”
Bean –
I’m too lazy to come up with a convincing lie to keep you from coming back tomorrow, so just do your demon a solid and don’t come back for like, the rest of the week or something.
Make up your own excuse for why your ‘trip’ is extended.
Okay?
Cool.
~ You know who this is, Dork-bean.
P.S. – Have fun. Don’t forget to do bad things, I will know if you didn’t.
Here, Bean squints at a sloppily drawn winking smiley face and a crudely drawn arrow pointing at the end of the page. Raising an eyebrow in suspicion, she flips the page over.
P.S.S. – Oh, and steal me some of that dank weed they have out there… and anything shiny. Elfo likes shiny shit.
“’Elfo likes shiny shit’? What the hell is that demon up to?” Bean rolls her eyes as she folds up the parchment paper and sticks it in her robe pocket to re-read later because she can’t deal with the demon’s weird request right now. She couldn’t extend her trip!
… could she?
“Ugh… I need more drinks before I deal with this.” Bean throws back the rest of the bottle and closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a frustrated sigh before opening her eyes again –
To see a new bottle on the table.
“What the hell?! How do they do that?! I swear, I’ll catch you guys in the act before my trip is over!” Bean hears some snickering coming from her left and turns to glare at two solemn-faced waiters standing neatly off to the side. “I’m onto you…” she mumbles to herself before foregoing the glass and just drinking straight from the bottle. Enough with being a ‘lady’, she’s got to come up with some crazy excuse to stay longer at this place, and she’s better at being crazy and creative when she’s plastered.
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Elfo’s sitting on the edge of the garden wall, kicking his feet happily while humming some jingle they heard in the market yesterday afternoon when coming back from picking flowers and weeds.
Luci takes a moment to wave back passively at Elfo as he resumes his pacing alongside him. Elfo hasn’t yet asked why they are hanging out here, or why he has been pacing back and forth for the last – the heathen squints across the garden lawn at the sundial and rolls his eyes with a frustrated growl at the time (or lack thereof) that has passed since the last time he looked.
The demon’s claws bunch into a fist as he tries to hide how irritated he is. He expected to have heard back from Bean with a turkey by midday in hopes that she sent some notice as to her extended vacation to her father, so he could put on his show of being nonchalantly ‘surprised’ when he passes the news to Elfo and then move through with his plans to woo the elf by the end of the week… maybe by consoling the no doubt to be disappointed elf with some type of contraband, but no birds have approached the castle yet, and it’s not long until midday.
“Everything okay, Lucille?” The demon smirks secretly to himself at the elf’s sweet and curious voice, but he makes sure that it’s gone from his face by the time he turns around to face him. Can’t be too soft too soon, or the velveteen elf wouldn’t believe he was genuine. For a generally naïve elf, Elfo has his rare (and unpredictable) moments of sharp, stinging clarity that can be entirely inconvenient.
“Peachy-keen, jellybean – just waiting for… you know…” Luci waves a hand over his shoulder as if that’s supposed to complete his sentence, but his friend catches on.
“Oh, for Bean? Isn’t she supposed to be home by nightfall?” The demon just blinks at the elf – he didn’t know that. He figured it’d be either Bean’s entourage or a messenger turkey he’d see early this afternoon. But now he’s supposed to wait, uncertain as to if his plans will fall through, all day long?! The time… wasted!
“You and I can do something together before then, to kill time if you want! I know you miss Bean, too.” Elfo grins at him and waggles his eyebrows, like he ‘knows’.
The demon scoffs rudely and rolls his eyes before plopping down on the wall to light a cigar. “Like I can’t last a measly few days without that buck-tooth degenerate, please.”
“Hey!” Elfo shouts, sounding upset and jumps to his feet from where he’s seated so fast that he almost loses his footing and falls off the wall. Luci laughs and almost chokes on his cigar as he watches the elf pinwheel his arms to get his balance back.
“Don’t talk about Bean like that! She’s our friend!”
Luci snorts and crosses his arms over his chest. “That’s exactly why I can talk about Beanie like that. She’s our friend, and we can playfully make fun of each other’s flaws… and occasionally hurt their feelings.”
He smothers a teasing grin while under Elfo’s scrutiny.
“Hm… is this a demon thing? Or are you being sarcastic?”
Luci’s about to respond when he hears a commotion on the other side of the wall and turns around to see a group of guards surrounding a turkey…
YES!
“Common, munchkin – let’s go see what the fuss is about over a stupid turkey.”
The demon doesn’t wait for his elf companion as he gracefully leaps off the wall and rushes to the group to intercept the note that’s got to be for him.
“I’m not a munchkin! Those things are creepy!” Elfo shrieks indignantly and yelps as he falls flat on his ass trying to rush after his devilish friend.