The Tale of Twin Flames

Deep Thoughts And Alcohol (Part Two)

A/N I like to think that one of the reasons Kervacsus kept Peaches is because her eyes remind him of Lazerus' eyes. As for the name ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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                    CHAPTER SEVEN

Their staring match continued for a few moments more with neither of the proud beings willing to back down from the unspoken challenge in the air.

The drinks were long finished and sat on the table, the condensation threatening to make permanent rings on the polished wood, since NO ONE had the decency to use the coasters that were RIGHT NEXT TO The GLASSES.

Getting bored Kervacsus decided to place his left elbow on the couch and rested his chin on it with a bored expression to rival Salvatore’s.

Then out of nowhere he winked at him, giving one of his most charismatic smiles, the overlord considered blowing a kiss to make it extra awkward because why not, messing with him was fun, but the cringe that travelled through the other man’s body was so blatantly obvious, coupled with the look of complete disgust that was so out of place for someone who carried themselves the way this man chose to that Kervacsus snorted right then and there containing the laughter that threatened to escape and fill the room but only just barely.

Salvatore sighed, not at all amused by the hellish overlord’s shenanigans. He lifted his glass an gently placed it on the coaster and busied himself with drawing out the water in the now pale wood without damaging the wood, choosing to ignore the other, more annoying man and all the lewd facial expressions and gestures he was clearly making in an attempt to get another reaction from the dignified reptile.

When the hydra was content with the work he had done and fairly certain that there would be no stain and that Kervacsus was done with his foolish and boarderline childish behaviour he sat upright and looked up to see the demo-dragon fiddling witha tuft of his hair, absent mindedly stroking the feline on his lap, as if he was sitting there in his leisure time and was alone, lost in his own world.

My hair is getting a little long. Maybe I should make an appointment with Jaime to get it cut, that is if he’s not too busy this weekend.

When in reality that was far from the truth. In fact, he had kidnapped a man and said man wasn’t going anywhere until he had had his say.

Salvatore cleared his throat in order to get the other male’s attention but when that didn’t work he spoke either way.

“What is the point of such a fine table wasting away here if you won’t take care of it” Salvatore chastised.

Kervacsus looked up from the hair he was examining to look at him, an amused smile on his lips and a glint in his eyes.

“Incase you’ve forgotten, iron buns, we’re in hell, in a matter of minutes that precious stain that you were fretting over would have all but disappeared.”

Still no excuse to be so careless with your possessions also "iron buns"?

“Meh, it’s an old tree, nothing special. I could always just get another one anyway and yes. Iron buns.”

Salvatore sighed for what felt like the tenth time, but was only the third, already tired despite only conversing for less than 5 minutes. Yet he knew what must be done.

“Reading the minds of other individuals without permission is quite rude, but I digress. Let us, as they say, 'get down to business'”

Kervacsus slightly intrigued raised an eyebrow in slight confusion and sat straight in his seat, mentally preparing to decipher and dissect the words that would come from his mouth as his curiosity was piqued.

“Oh? Business you say?”

Salvatore rolled his eyes and went straight ahead.

“Lazerus’ favourite colour is blue, so if you want to buy him an elaborate gift or some cheezy shit like that go for gold and blue.”

“What?” Kervacsus was confused.

“His birthday is on October the 4th and his favourite gem is a sapphire so keep that in mind if you want to buy him jewelery and you’ll need to buy him jewellery because he loves that stuff.”

“Excuse me, what?!” Kervacsus was extremely confused.

“The guy adores Tulips and small animals but no matter what never ever bring him roses, he hates clichés…why aren’t you writing this down?”

“Why are you telling me this?” Kervacsus asked feeling skeptical.

“I know who you are and I know what you want.” The hydra
deadpanned.

Kervacsus gave a hefty chuckle.

Oh so that's what this is

“What gave it away?”

“Mostly the kidnapping."

“Ah.”

“And the fact that Laz never shuts up about how much of a pain in the ass you are”

“He talks about me?” Kervacsus inquired now more interested than ever and began leaning forward practically on the edge of his seat.

His thoughts fluttered by at a mile per minute and he was a little jittery from the excitement.

“What does he say? Do his eyes sparkle when he thinks of me? Does my name roll off of his tongue or does he stutter all shy and flustered?”

“The actual fuck. Gross. But in order. Nothing good, mostly curses. His eyes tend to go dull or get filled with rage. And he refuses to say your name and forbid us from using it, says it’s an
insult to his ears.” Salvatore listed off feelings a little bit uncomfortable.

“Oh.” Upon hearing this he deflated slightly, discouraged but adamant.

It’s ok, there’s still time to win him over… but it still hurts. Why do his words hurt me so much though. Emotions are so confusing. Love is
confusing. Love? Do I love him?

“My point is. If you want to win him over you’re going to need my help, so start writing.” The hydra stated bringing the demo dragon out of his own thoughts.

Kervacsus eyed him wearily. This was strange, very strange.

“Why are you helping me?”

“Better the devil, or in this case, demon you know than the one you don’t, right? So are we in agreement?”

“Hmmm”.

Kervacsus as a side effect of growing up in hell did not trust many people and that last quote made him trust him a little bit less, but deal making was his thing and other than that ominous feeling he was giving off he wasn’t an immediate threat to him.

Fuck it why not!

“Deal.”

The demo-dragon’s eyes glowed a bright yellow and orange and the lights flickered as he drew out the ‘L’ sound with an overzealous smile on his face, his now fork like tongue gliding over his fangs. He reveled in the rush of power he felt whenever he  made a contract and his eye glowed a soft ember color.
“Now then, may we continue?” The iron emperor said, in a tone that insinuated less of a question and more of a statement because they both knew the answer to that question.

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