@HortusLuminis Killian tilts his head, still watching her curiously. He knows it's demon language she speaks, but most demons didn't learn these ancient language. It doesn't help them do their jobs, so it's unneeded information.
Killian wonders what she's saying, but doesnt want to interrupt.
|[New account. Not new to character.
AU!John. He /never/ died.
Literate/Descriptive
SPN rp
Most crossovers welcome
OCs welcome
Writer tag = #ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇᴛɪᴄ
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@HortusLuminis Killian sits in front of her and watches her meditate for a moment, no longer entranced by his own reflection.
This girl is quite rude, but he kind of likes it. He's always been a sucker for strong minded people.
"Hm, my employees make the deals for me. I really only have to do work if I'm summoned." He smirks to himself. He's probally one the smarter demons out there in this aspect. Running a business to target the lonely and desperate, they'd sell their souls in a heartbeat. https://t.co/aNRu7QmSjW
@HortusLuminis "Hm, that's... sad." He doesn't really seem to care, but he's glanced away from his mirror to look at her for the moment, so that's something at least.
"Love is a pointless endever." He mumbles before looking back to his mirror.
Waiting impatiently for whoever summoned him so early in the morning. This better be a deal worth his time or he might just get upset and kill them. What's the loss of one soul to a top notch collector like him.
Beauty sleep is very important to him, even if he didn't actually--
@HortusLuminis He doesn't seem to care that she's mocking him. He puts his mirror away.
"Mother always said what you look like is how the world judges you & she was one hard ass judge." He laughs taking out a cigarette, & lighting it. "Bitch broke my arm for wearing the wrong outfit once."
@HortusLuminis He just laughs, shaking his head gently. "My mother would have a heart attack hearing anyone speak of their appearance in such a way. Well, if she didn't already off herself to keep from getting old and ugly." He rolls his eyes, showing no remorse for his mother.
@HortusLuminis "Ew," he gives her a disgusted look, "you really should take more pride in yourself. Looks are everything, ya know."
Hes gotten a little hand held mirror from his pocket and is now checking himself out.
@HortusLuminis "Perhaps you'd like a drink to wind down?" He smirks a bit, "You look exhausted."
He's not afraid to be brutally honest about someone's appearance.
because she knows how to inflate his ego and is excellent at picking up gossip.
He sips his drink, glancing around the club, watching his workers make deals on his behalf.
A small smirk graces his lips. It's a busy night.
How wonderful.
Makes himself a drink at the bar of his strip club. He's got a headache from the god awful music blasting from the large speakers.
"Remind me to kill the DJ later." He mumbles to the scantily clad bar tender. She a gorgeous red head, and a favorite employee of his. Mostly--
"Ha, only the best meat suit for me of course. I'm very picky. Looks are everything you know." He's back to checking himself out in the mirror, having produced another one from somewhere, so he's got two angles of his face to enjoy. https://t.co/0SDEXxDHEQ
"I didn't mean different in looks, I meant your meatsuit. Your looks are whatever you want them to be." She could see why he was a top soul winner for the pit, though, she was somewhat immune to him. "Any good things happening?" https://t.co/yghOZKTKFX