— MY PRETTY BLUE LIPS BEGGING

[bluffer]

[ It's been over two months since his arrival in Duplicity. Only two months, leaving Belial with enough time to start a number of casual flings, feigning blissful freedom as his mind runs with a number of concerns -- all of which lead to his absence bringing more trouble for Lucilius. More than he original intended for, considering he's been masterfully poking holes into a two thousand year old plan. Even if time seems to be irrelevant, as mortals appear from his world, the separation brings an aching to his chest that Belial can perfectly describe as a sharp, burning pain. Not unlike having a fire-enhanced blade dig into the middle of his rib cage and straight through his chest. However, to everyone around him, he seems perfectly content in a world where they're encouraged to delve into fantasies most would quickly turn away from in disgust.

It's a paradise to some. Hell to others. For the fallen angel it's a mixture of both, void of any favoritism or preference due to the fact that he simply doesn't find true enjoyment in these rendezvous despite his behavior. All he has to say is a few pretty words and put on an act; displaying enjoyment isn't difficult, he can flash a practiced smile without any hesitation and throw his body into pleasure that he's practically became numbed to.

He holds no interest in creating a contract, but knows that in order to perfectly adjust he'll need to compromise with someone. A three-month signing could be entertaining -- and who knows, maybe the person the city assigns him might even be kind enough to allow Belial into his home. He would at least prefer that over the Down. But he'd at least want to call someone his Dominant without having to force himself not to laugh; strict and aloof, preferably, someone who'll make him want and want and want until his body is just mere moments away from exploding with the euphoric desire. And somehow that's incredibly difficult within this city of those who are just prude enough to act as if they don't know their way when riding a dick.

But that hardly matters any now that he's here. In the Up, conveniently after he shortly met with someone who was looking for some fun, lips pressed together into a line with disinterest as he looks over the contract and the officials once. Bored, he leans back in his chair after the paperwork has finished and is instructed to meet his Dominant for the first time in-person (he had the the opportunity to look through some pictures; lucky he's got someone who's at least decent looking). The sound of his shoes against marble, lights hanging elegantly above their heads, his first meeting with Ryo is more or less a little too romantic.

Which means it's time to fuck everything up right off the bat by saying something stupid! ]

Ah~ I got a quick look at you earlier but I never knew that my Dominant was so tiny, I'm almost a little scared that I might end being the one breaking you in.

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[apocalypticist]

[ Ryo pointedly ignores Belial's suggestion of a kiss, still refusing to acknowledge the stupid things that fall from his mouth. He's starting to get the feeling it won't actually deter the man from saying whatever he wants, but he'd rather keep ignoring his comments than give him any sort of reaction. As he steps through the door, he slants him a brief glance, expression bordering between neutral and vaguely unimpressed. ]

You don't have to do that unless my arms are full. It's unnecessary. [ Really, what is Belial trying to accomplish with meaningless gestures like this one? Surely he can't be trying to impress him. ]

Tell me about yourself instead.

[ It's easy to miss, but there's a note of actual curiosity somewhere in there. ]

[bluffer]

I need something to do. [ Belial sighs, promptly following and allowing the door to shut softly behind them. It hardly has anything to do with impressions as much as it is something that the fallen angel has, admittedly, adjusted to thanks to his years of following Lucilius. Mannerisms that he hasn't completely forgotten if only for the sake of the day he finally reunites with his rightful master.

But for the time being he'll continue to practice. ]

Me? Hm. [ His lips tug into a grin, however, as he's impressed that Ryo would bother to want to know anything about a man he's hardly shown any respect for. ] You could call me a fashion designer. Specifically elegant fashion for women and men alike: blouses, dresses, suits... I could tailor you something nice if you're interested.

[apocalypticist]

...I'll consider it. [ He cants his head faintly at that, eyeing the fallen angel with scepticism; he's not particularly inclined to believe that this guy is telling him the truth—and even if he actually is a fashion designer, he's not so sure he'd trust someone who thinks feather boas are en vogue to design something to his tastes. ]

Do you want me to call you Belial, or would you prefer me to use a different name? Just thought I should ask, since it's associated with apostasy and evil in several worlds, including mine.

[ Calling yourself Lucifer or Belial is practically telegraphing that people should be careful around you; it's one reason he keeps using his human name instead of introducing himself as Satan. ]

[bluffer]

[ That's such an insult? Belial invented looking like a snack with a feather boa, Ryo should trust his tastes since he'll know what to show off with that twink body. ]

Shouldn't you be picking out a new one if you wanted it? I don't really care, otherwise. [ He then blinks thrice, astonished and yet not very surprised -- though the skydwellers within his world would hear his name and think nothing of it, it appears to be different within this one. Interesting, he can't help but chuckle lightly at the irony of it all.

Apostasy and evil... ]

Belial is just fine. I'm sure you'll agree to that when the time comes you're head-over-heels for me.

[apocalypticist]

Oh, I think it suits you perfectly. [ There's a little curve to his mouth that wasn't there before, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he heads down the stairs leading to the courthouse lobby. It's accompanied by a spark of amusement that stirs behind his eyes, low and subtle. ]

I'm sure it means something else in your world, but in mine the name is derived from the Hebrew word for worthlessness.

[ tfw faasan names you 'worthless' but you love him anyway.

Rain patters like applause against the windows, the distant rumble of thunder heralding an incoming storm—but then it abruptly ends, almost unnaturally so. Ryo doesn't normally use his powers to change the weather to his whims, but he's not particularly in the mood for heading outside in a downpour today. ]