forum Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Started August 08, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

tune

Met shook his head. “No, I don’t want to back out of this. I want you to feel safe and confident again.”

Jason kisses his forehead. "If you don't want to do this babe, I can find another way." He whispers.

Met gently stroked the sides of Jason’s face. “I want this. I want you to be happy.”

bLEU

He nods slowly, kissing Met softly. "Okay, love." He mutters, leaning into Met's touch.

Met leaned their noses together, his gaze pointing down at the floor. He sighed gently and let go of Jason.

Jason gazed at Met. He was still concerned. He was afraid Met didn't want to tell him the truth. Communication was something Jason always knew would be important in a relationship.

Met put his hands together and Zackary scrutinized them from where he sat. He could read Jason’s concern off of his face like a book, and Met’s careful hidden expression to hide what he truly felt.

Jason runs a hand through his hair. "Okay… Let's do this." He says softly.

Zackary gazed at Met for a few moments more before looking at Jason. “Right. Face Met and hold hands.”

Jason looks at Met and offers his hands. He takes a deep breath and tried to remain calm.

Met straightened up a little and took Jason’s hands.
“Alright, now say this incantation the best you can.” He then rattled off a long string of words that the pair could hardly understand but followed anyway.

Jason finished the incantation, gazing at Met. His green eyes filled with concern for met as he does so.

Met finished too, his eyes brimming with slight recognition that couldn’t be mistaken.
“Good. Now, take this…” He rummaged around and put down a little ball of fur between them. It had little feathers sticking out of it.
“Pluck two feathers from the puff and… jeesus… ingest it.”

He looked at the puff and takes a deep breath. It was just like swallowing a pill, right? He plucks his then gazes at Met. "Together." He says softly.

It squeaked when Jason removed a feather. Met looked rather reluctant to hurt the little creature. He carefully took a feather off of it (it still gave a faint squeak) and looked up at Jason with a nod.
“Together.”

He placed the feather in his mouth before swallowing it. He gags slightly but releases a faint breath.

Met did about the same but didn’t gag. He glanced up at Zackary, who wasn’t looking, but Met could’ve sworn he was.
“Good,” Zackary grunted, shutting his journal. “That’s it. Now we have to wait.”

Jason nods, squeezing Met's hands gently. He takes a deep breath and tried to relax.

Zackary set down the journal and the little puff of feathers and slid his guinea pig’s cage over.
“For now you guys can pet these two.”

Jason nods and smiles a little as he gazes at Met. He kisses Mets forehead before tugging him to sit down beside him.

Met moved around so he sat comfortably next to Jason, looking down at the squeaking pigs. Rocko was on his back paws, squealing shrilly at Zackary for food.
Sammy was gently squeaking at Jason, sniffing for fingers, or better yet: food.

Jason looks up at Zackary. "I think they're hungry." He plainly states, chuckling softly at the two of the pigs.

Zackary chuckled. “I’ll feed them later. Be careful, guys, they might-“
Rocko gave a furious shrilly squeak and exhaled a long burst of fire.

Jason jumps away before laughing softly. "Oh glory that scared me."