forum Angel/Devil rp

Started March 05, 2018 by @@sTRAYKEYS

tune

"Sweet." Will sat down. "Nice room. I'm not good with conversation starters."

"Lay down with me?" Joan asked as she curled into him. What am I doing? She thought, doesn't matter, this feels good.

Will smiled and placed his chin on top of Joan's head. "We're doing this again?"

"Sure," Joan answered. She snuggled deeper into Will. "I like this."

Will wraps his arms around Joan's waist and pulls her down onto the bed having her on top of him. "You smell nice," he thought out loud.

Nathaniel was still asleep in a corner, exhausted from doing so many things he wasn't allowed to. Especially the music. He felt lucky that he hadn't gotten a migraine from it.

(SORRY!! Had chores) Joan liked his hands on her. She liked the weird fire that came at Will's touch. But it was interrupted all too soon as her father barged in. "You!" He pointed at Will, flames in his eyes. "You. Get. Off. My. Daughter," Lucifer threatened as he stepped closer. He begun to slip as Joan started to stand up-still a little tipsy from the feelings she was having- and she had just enough time to watch him fall onto a bookshelp. One of ten along the wall.

Nathaniel woke with a start, confused. He rubbed his eyes and moved backwards in fear when he saw Lucifer angry at… was that Will? What could he have possibly done this early in the morning? Nathaniel glanced over at a clock, which read 10:00 AM. Oh, so not early, then… But still. He instinctively went closer to Joan, afraid.

Joan was ready to laugh as her dad fell. "Dad," she got out, "It's okay. I like it. It's not like those men from before." She scooted closer to Will, wanting to be wrapped up in his embrace again.

"Joan? W-what's going on?" Nathaniel stood up and swayed a bit on his feet, still kind of woozy from the whole candy thing.

Joan then remembered Nash, oops. "It's okay," She reached for his hand, "My dad's just being really silly." Joan grabbed Will's hand with her other one and proceeded to drag them down some stairs at the end of her room. Shoving them into a room full of men's clothes. "This is for our guest. Pick some stuff out and put it on, then walk up those stairs on the left up to the top. In there is my room. Go on," Joan turned and left.

Nathaniel was a bit surprised to suddenly be dragged to a different part of the… house? He was pretty sure this was a house of some sort. He looked up at Will, confused.

(yeah, sorry about that!)
"What guest?!" Will called back, Joan said nothing. "Great. So uh… Nash, should we dress formally or normal?"

(Yep) Joan marched up the stairs for a second time. Reaching the top to find her father. "Really dad?" She asked. "You had to do that? Why didn't you just ask mind to mind if I was okay?"
"Sorry," He said childishly. "I don't have to apologize, do I?" Lucifer wined.
"Yes, you do."
"Finnneee," He stretched before moping back down the tower stairs. Joan went into her room to clean up the books.

"Er… normal I suppose? I-I don't really think we're doing anything in particular…" Nathaniel looked around a bit for clothes that might be small enough to fit him.

(Guests, s, plural) Lucifer proceeded to walk into the room with Will and Nash. "Sorry," He mumbled. Before he straightened, "Dress causally." He answered, reading their thoughts.

(OOh.)
Will picked out a black T-Shirt with a tux printed on it. Will turned away from Nash and took off his shirt and put the new one on. "Does this work?" He turned back to Nash.

Nathaniel nodded and found a hoodie that was about three sizes too big for him, but it was about the smallest thing there. He put it on and held out his arms, feeling as though the sweatshirt was swallowing him. "What do you think?"