Random Mini-Fics I Spend too Much Time On.

Snake Eyes in: Forgiven!

―splash!

Water flew in all directions from the man's hands and face. Today couldn't get any worse. Reality was smacking him in the ass harder than a belt or a chord, and it sure did hurt like hell. Kingsley was no stranger to the delight of seeing someone so hurt and torn, but when it was him who was the one who's heart was shattered into a million pieces, he could barely take it. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, quickly putting a bandage on the bridge of his nose and one on his cheek. An intoxicated patron had picked a fight with him just earlier, he was left to fend for himself as he forcefully (and quite literally) kicked the man out of the casino. But that wasn't the reason he was so upset. Just after that, he was called to his boss' office. He was being kicked down a few ranks, from manager to waiter. Of course, Kingsley was a little taken aback at first, but he knew better than to just panic and lash out. His eyes were full of hurt, worry, concern, guilt, and curiosity, but he acted like he just wanted an answer as to why. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't given the satisfaction of an answer. So here he was, pathetically taking off the crown pin from his lapel and staring at his bathroom mirror in utter confusion. Why was he being dragged down? Did this have something to do with the battle between his boss and the two brothers? He fiddled with the lilac-mixed-with-white strands of hair that fell in his face, his emerald green eyes gleaming with clear perplexity. Maybe he could squeeze the answers out of his boss now? His curiosity was only growing more and more out of control. But before curiosity could steer him out of the bathroom, he took a moment to let out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. No wonder he felt dizzy all of a sudden, stupid vital organ. He straightened his posture and bitterly ran a gloved finger over the two holes where the pin had been previously. His expression saddened as he realized what this whole ordeal meant. He was no longer of much use, his magic worn and his dignity probably sprained. That fight had taken a big chunk out of his ego and chucked it in the trash, leaving the man a weary personality with only his natural charm to keep him stable. He took his finger away from the two holes and ran a hand through his milky lilac and pearly white hair. He had a medium fade haircut, the hair that remained on top was slicked back with two thick and unruly strands hanging out over his forehead. The undersides of his hair remained a natural black, while the slicked back embellishment was dyed an unnatural yet alluring mixture of a fine violaceous and pearly alabaster. He gave a frown, he was going to have to redo his makeup after washing his face to clean the wounds. He exited the bathroom, making his way to a small pallet on his nightstand. Just as he was about to retrieve his purple eyeshadow, his door was violently swung open, the back of the door hitting the wall with an ear-splittling slam. Ducking under the empty doorframe was none other than the ruler of hell himself, also known as the boss of the casino. Kingsley nearly let out a yelp.
Nearly.
He turned to The Devil, his eyes transitioning from emerald to juniper in 2.5 seconds, signaling he wasn't very happy. Emotions that weren't his started to linger in his head, regret, penitence, guilt. It was obvious who these stupid feelings came from, but he refused to believe it was really the devil emitting these feelings.

"Sir, I'd appreciate it if you knocked, I would'a kindly let'cha in."

The Devil sneered, giving Kingsley a look that would haunt the poor male in his nightmares.

"We both know that you'd pretend I wasn't at your door, King D-"

"Don't'cha dare address me by that name, it wouldn't be very appropriate anymore, would it?"

He snapped, interrupting the devil as his eyes flashed a rage-filled chartreuse for one second. He bared his teeth as his eyelids fell and his brows started to knit themselves together. He had lost his composure now that they were in his room, his head overwhelmed with waves of anger and displeasure. It was unlike him to just do that, but he wasn't in an office right about now, let alone with someone he actually respected for the time being. An exasperated sigh left the demon standing in Kingsley's doorway. He looked to be struggling, and to confirm Kingsley's suspicions, the feelings of guilt only grew stronger with a hint of vulnerability. He tried not to let the feelings get into his head and invade his heart, he couldn't risk saying something he would regret saying later on.