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[his sweet talking earns him a kiss on the corner of his lips, arms loosely wrapping themselves around his neck,]  you /did/ have a choice to send him my way so that i could imprison him in that /isolating/ swamp of mine. [her brows furrowed, head tilting,] crowley wouldn’t have liked that idea though, i assume.

@fairyrvt   ♱   i can’t help it, sweetheart. you make me feel all tingly inside  [solomon grinned broadly at her]  boss man was trying to retrieve something until he started fighting back so we had no choice but to.. [he drags his thumb across his neck to indicate that they killed the shapeshifter]

don’t get cocky about it, [her eyes roll despite the small smile that he gets out of her, shaking her head.]  what did you do with him?

we..(?)  [  her brows furrowed,  head tilting as an amused smile grows on her lips,  ]  we what?  

@fairyrvt   ♱   and.. did you say anything? anything at all about us? or how we.. y’know..

i mean, us. /me and you/.

previously allied himself with john constantine, zatanna, marais arcane, jason blood, and madame xanadu. some of those relationships aren’t that strong anymore, but he is still very loyal to them. currently allied with demons by the names of crowley, jason blood (still) and azazel.

was a devout catholic as he was an orphan raised in an orphan ministry. marais (@/fairyrvt) being one of his first friends ever. new to the supernatural world in the sense that he was merely human.. has some friends and acquaintances that were active in the community.. since they come from more interesting backgrounds than he does.

solomon is a part-time occult detective, will often times take on the role as a priest or a businessman. became a “soul sucker” by miracle after his apparent death and is currently loyal to the rightful king of hell, who may or may not be using him for his rather peculiar transformation.. solomon doesn’t seem to mind much, though. 

@fairyrvt   ♱   [  solomon wasn’t given a chance to answer, surprised by the sudden kiss that forced him into silence but he didn’t mind. he truly could not bare ever seeing her hurt the way she expressed that she did, and he hoped that this kiss would bring her some ease as it did to him.  ]

i do,  don’t i?  [  a smile,  head tilting and nudging his nose.  she leans in to kiss him softly,  humming…  he just knew what to say to her.  and her heart belonged to him,  which made his charm almost /useless/ to use on her.  ]  

@fairyrvt   ♱   because at the end of the day, you always come back to me.. [  he threaded his fingers through marais’ hair.. looking at her with so much care and appreciation,  ]  and you are irreplaceable.. 

eugh, you’re always making me /work/ for such things…  [ yet she always obeys, though it took her a moment to focus on the art, eyes torn between him & its depiction, ]  …  william waterhouse, lamia & the soldier.  hm.…  what have i missed from the many viewings before this one?

@hoaxfae         can’t blame a guy for trying.  [  he sighed, still fascinated by the work of art that was displayed before him. not glancing away once.  ]  i like the chase, you know that. you can’t just ask those kinds of questions. that’s now how art works, m. let it speak to you. maybe then, and only then, will i give you an answer.

[ she had been playing said game for a week now, in her mind, at least… or maybe he cursed her with thoughts of him, she wasn’t sure, (& wasn’t going to ask, either), ] you’d enjoy that more than me. what is so beautiful about this art that has you staring at it?

…  if any other person knew you the way that i did,  i’m sure they’d do the same..  maybe not as /passionate/ as me,  [ she grins,  teasing him in return, ]  so,  you are right in that sense.  you could even say that i’ve never truly left you,  …  [ his rosary hangs around her neck, hidden underneath her shirt, ]   or at least, not left without something /of/ you.

@hoaxfae         you are the only person whose ever stuck around me. even if you do disappear on me every now and then.. don’t think i don’t think anything of it, you are a wicked woman for that.  [  he teases her in his fashion, adding a wink by the end of his sentence, signifying his humor.  ]  you are impulsive, stubborn, predictable, and yet — here you are. coming back to me, over and over again, not always the most consistent, but it is irrevocable, and it is constant, in a way. almost like you perfected it.

[ her heart pondered suddenly, she’s never been so caring with another person. not even a thing. the rose that she gave him was her first ever act of love as she knew it, and it continued in many more acts, for him only. and yet, she still doubted herself, ] how can you be so sure? i’m /me/, dreadfully impulsive and stubborn.

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            / HOLA!!