Johannes

❝ Full metal whore. ❞ (Parody/RP)

[Johannes @amoraeger]

𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊
𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝑦𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓

⇢ Former Bleak Baltimore Guitarist
⇢ Music Producer
⇢ Genderfluid | Queer
⇢ Artificial Incubus ‘Jezebel’
⇢ 18+ | MDNI

Summoned by;;
#𝕴𝖘𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙𝖍 https://

[Johannes @amoraeger]

@Leocognitio ~ and look pretty while you work for me like a good boy?”

[Johannes @amoraeger]

@Leocognitio ~ details at the moment…or ever if he disappears from her life after this. She doubts he’ll want to stick around, after all.

“No risks for me? Perfect.” She bares her teeth in a false smile, sickeningly sweet, a mockery of sincerity. “What do I have to do, then? Sit here ~

[Johannes @amoraeger]

@Leocognitio ~ arms folded over her chest, visibly tired of this whole situation. “How difficult can it be to sever whatever thread of connection we have?”

[Johannes @amoraeger]

@Leocognitio She isn’t happy about him putting things on her desk, but she gives him a small nod to grant him permission. Where else would he put things, after all? Johannes is angry, not unreasonable…most of the time.

“What kind of risks?” Sighing, she slumps down in her chair with her ~

[Johannes @amoraeger]

@Leocognitio ~ expression, but she does sneer when he moves her tail aside, motivated to react only by bitterness.

“Without consequences… How kind…”

[Johannes @amoraeger]

@Leocognitio Whatever fondness Johannes may have had for the demon is gone. Maybe it’s temporary. Maybe she’ll never care for him again. Even she doesn’t have the answers right now, her emotions too volatile and tainted by anger over her situation. She doesn’t bat an eye at his lost ~

[Johannes @amoraeger]

@Leocognitio ~ a bold threat. Johannes isn’t afraid of him anymore. He blurred the lines, gave her an inch and she took a mile.

“You don’t own me. Nobody does. Get that into your thick skull before I separate it from your spine.”

[Johannes @amoraeger]

@Leocognitio “I don’t belong to anyone except myself.” Maybe on a good day she might consider herself as belonging to Evan, but that doesn’t help her right now. The sharp blade at the tip of her tail whips past Marbas’ throat before doubling back, the tip pressed firmly against his neck in ~