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smallfandomflsh2018-07-12 05:40 pm
tehexile) wrote in smallfandomflsh2018-07-12 05:40 pm
Entry tags:
GrimGrimoire, Advocat & Opalneria, challenge 226: debonair
Fandom: GrimGrimoire
Characters: Advocat & Opalneria
Rating: 15/gen
Words: 312
Spoilers: none
other tags: smoking, inappropriate teacher-pupil relations, demonic soul pacts, racial prejudice
"My, aren't we a handsome devil?"
Advocat raised an eyebrow at Opalneri, self-consciously adjusting the collar of his brand new, immaculately tailored pin-stripe suit, which he wore over a red silk shirt and a black waistcoat with red ruffles. Together with black shiny shoes and pristinely manicured, rather sharp fingernails, a cigar that trailed smoke or didn't seemingly at random balanced in one hand, a hint of well-polished horns poking out of his slicked-back hair, the effect was certainly dapper, inhumanly so. Just the kind of image he liked to foster - there was no dignity in hiding your true nature but it was just as crass to go in full cackling, soul-devouring monstrosity.
"Was that a comment about my ethnicity, Opal? Rather tasteless, don't you think? And against school policy these days."
"Oh, don't play the race card, demon. You've never once hid what you are."
"Nor have I acted upon my baser desires. And don't call a devil a demon."
"What, you're only allowed to call each other demons?"
"No, we're not demons, any more than a hamster is a gerbil," he sighed.
"I saw you tell a girl that you were allowed to do business with her off-premises after school if she was willing to give up her soul for her heart's desire."
"The angel actively recruits and you don't bother her about it," he deeply inhaled from the cigar, then blew out ethereal blue smoke. It was technically not allowed on school grounds, meaning that all the school's do-gooders hated him for it, meaning that he did it at every opportunity. That, and it fitted his dangerous gentleman image, the one that attracted the ladies whose souls were chock full of mature, interesting sins. Like Opal - she was hardly an innocent virgin.
He flashed her a sharp-toothed grin as she walked away with a hiss of disgust.
Characters: Advocat & Opalneria
Rating: 15/gen
Words: 312
Spoilers: none
other tags: smoking, inappropriate teacher-pupil relations, demonic soul pacts, racial prejudice
"My, aren't we a handsome devil?"
Advocat raised an eyebrow at Opalneri, self-consciously adjusting the collar of his brand new, immaculately tailored pin-stripe suit, which he wore over a red silk shirt and a black waistcoat with red ruffles. Together with black shiny shoes and pristinely manicured, rather sharp fingernails, a cigar that trailed smoke or didn't seemingly at random balanced in one hand, a hint of well-polished horns poking out of his slicked-back hair, the effect was certainly dapper, inhumanly so. Just the kind of image he liked to foster - there was no dignity in hiding your true nature but it was just as crass to go in full cackling, soul-devouring monstrosity.
"Was that a comment about my ethnicity, Opal? Rather tasteless, don't you think? And against school policy these days."
"Oh, don't play the race card, demon. You've never once hid what you are."
"Nor have I acted upon my baser desires. And don't call a devil a demon."
"What, you're only allowed to call each other demons?"
"No, we're not demons, any more than a hamster is a gerbil," he sighed.
"I saw you tell a girl that you were allowed to do business with her off-premises after school if she was willing to give up her soul for her heart's desire."
"The angel actively recruits and you don't bother her about it," he deeply inhaled from the cigar, then blew out ethereal blue smoke. It was technically not allowed on school grounds, meaning that all the school's do-gooders hated him for it, meaning that he did it at every opportunity. That, and it fitted his dangerous gentleman image, the one that attracted the ladies whose souls were chock full of mature, interesting sins. Like Opal - she was hardly an innocent virgin.
He flashed her a sharp-toothed grin as she walked away with a hiss of disgust.