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Devereaux’s brows drew together slightly at the sight of the other male in such pain. He slowly stepped into the room and closed the door partially behind him before walking over to crouch in front of Gil. He didn’t say anything, he simply watched the man he had fallen in love with, desperately...

Devereaux was the type even demons would shy away from when his wrath was invoked. But, how would a young (and most likely drunk) demon hunter know what she was getting into? Ah, that is correct. She wouldn’t. And acting on a sort of instinct of a hunter she would go after the flesh of the same...

Devereaux shifted his weight, sighing quietly as the angel’s warm breath tickled his ear. He had embraced more people than he could ever hope to count yet he never found any real pleasure in it. And yet, just the touch of this holy creature was enough to send his mind reeling. “Then, if you are...

(( I'm not content with this reply at all but my mind is drawing a blank so )) Devereaux inhaled shakily, pulling his hand free from the angel’s after a moment. Instead he enveloped the creature he loved so in his arms, pressing his face into the angel’s hair. The demon gently rubbed Gilon’s...

Devereaux reached out and gently took one of Gilon’s hands in both of his own. “I understand I can’t do as I wish to you. I understand that you are to be a pure being.” He stepped closer again, bringing Gilon’s hand to his lips as he closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. I will probably be the reason of...

Devereaux was silent for a moment, his grip on the railing loosening slightly before tightening enough to make the wood whine in protest again from the force being applied to it. He was rather glad that Gilon looked back over the railing since he knew at least a hundred expressions had passed...

The demon shook his head slightly, a low chuckle escaping his lips at the angel’s words. “You just relax as long as you need to, Gilon. You obviously need it.” Devereaux rubbed the other’s back gently for a second before letting his arm fall back to his side as he stood straight. “I think I will...

Quite the opposite of Gilon’s life filled with work, Devereaux often spent his time on nothing in particular. Most often he found himself piss-drunk and surrounded by both demons and humans of the like. Thus is the carefree life of Devereaux. He had his serious moments though, rare as they were...

Dev chuckled slightly, stacking the bowls as he shook his head. "You might break the mirror with how absolutely stunning you are." He winked at the angle before disappearing into the kitchen once more only to return with a tray balanced on one hand containing the salad ingredients and a table on...

Devereaux pursed his lips slightly, musing slightly as he ran through a list of flowers in his head. "I'd have to say amaryllis. It is a rather beautiful flower if you ask me." He smiled at Gil, finishing his glass of wine before standing slowly. "How does some salad sound?" He smoothed his...

(( No dying omfg I might get blamed for it )) "I was just wondering." The demon took another sip of his wine, slowly letting the careful weaving of his glamor slip away. He saw no reason to keep that suffocating thing on in the comfort of his own home with one who already knew quite well what...

"And I didn't even cheat to make it," Dev chuckled, gently cooling the liquid before quietly sipping at it. After a few moments of silence, Devereaux glanced up from his soup at Gil. "How do you feel like lavender?" He directed his eyes back down to his bowl as he finished his soup and sat back...

Dev chuckled quietly, setting down a bowl of slightly steaming soup in front of Gil. "Yes, yes, I know. Though you should know that I wouldn't live anywhere that even slightly resembles a dumpster." He took his own seat across from Gil, taking a sip of his wine before speaking again. "I present...

Devereaux chuckled slightly as he opened the bottle of red wine and poured enough to fill the glass half-way. "Oh, but I do have to do this much." He said, pouring the same amount in his own glass before replacing the bottle in the basket. He picked up both of their soup bowls carefully...

"Just make yourself comfortable. Would you like some wine or water to start before I bring out the soup?" Devereaux asked, following after having closed the front door. "Oh, and thank you for the compliment on the table. I just decided to kick it up one step from the usual. Dining with others...

Devereaux readjusted his glasses before turning his back to the set table upon hearing the doorbell. He unlocked the door and opened it slowly, a warm smile curling onto his lips and making his eyes crinkle slightly. "As relaxed in dress as usual." He chuckled, stepping to the side to let Gil...

(( I KNOW RIGHT BIG FONT PISSES ME OFF LIKE JFC )) Devereaux on the other hand, was carefully setting the table carefully. "Okay...glass for both red and white wine as well as water, check. Bread plate and knife, check. Salad fork and dinner fork, check. Dinner knife, check. Tea spoon and soup...

(( Sure, I don't see why not. )) Devereaux shifted, pulling his wallet out of the interior pocket of his blazer. He pulled out the proper amount of money, setting it on the table next to the bill. "How much would you like for a tip?" He asked,glancing up at Gil with one eyebrow raised in...

Stifling more laughter, Dev turned his attention back to the parfait having finished the screwdriver already. He ate the sweet absently, more focused on studying the finer details of his surroundings at that point. He glanced back down when his spoon hit the bottom of his dish and he blinked...

Dev smiled at the other, winking slightly as he put his glasses back on. "Around six then. Anything you would like to eat?" He asked quietly before taking another sip of his screwdriver. "As long as you don't request a seven course meal I think anything should be okay." He snorted softly at the...