@ miki-kat
For a moment he wondered if she really would be stubborn and let him to the shopping. He wasn't sure which was more interesting to him though--shopping for the angel's clothes himself or her giving in and going with him. They were both such entertaining scenarios! He gleefully continued on his way, and just before he left the park the angel appeared just behind him, following him as he went. He could just feel the resentment rolling off her in waves, and that made him feel all the more accomplished. It was amazing how well he could get under her skin, considering by now she must be expecting it at every turn. He dreaded the day she would ever get used to his antics, and really hoped that that would never happen--because then Rennyn would have to find someone new to replace her, and he just didn't think it would be as fun to annoy a human.
He wished he could read minds. She was so quietly steaming behind him that he would kill to know what she was thinking about, it would make things so much more interesting. When she spoke, very lowly and almost inaudible to the human ear, he only grinned more.
"And you are an unusually dour angel~" he responded, heading in the direction he knew there were some decently priced shops, "I think yours is the stranger scenario." He shrugged his shoulders, because maybe he was a little unusual for a demon, but it wasn't an unthinkable trait. There were demons whose whole personas revolved around pleasure and entertainment, so why couldn't he have enjoyment in this menial torture of an angel? Even if he had to be around her all the time and be exposed to her purity, it was worth it to him, just to see the hatred and irritation behind her glamour's very human eyes.
As they walked around the shops, he glanced in through the windows. There were a lot of thrift stores that he passed on, not liking the dirty and grungy look they gave off. Rennyn decided nearly as soon as he took on this form that he wanted to be fashionable--afford-ably. Not because he was some sort of secret fashionista, but because humans really did judge based on appearance. He wanted to buy clothing that would still make the adult humans want to adore him, but humans closer to his age appearance feel either attracted or jealous--it was a thought that made him literally laugh aloud. It always made him laugh when he heard stories of dumb humans falling in love with demons. It was, in fact, a very common way for some of the more... good looking demons met their quota.
Rennyn could just picture himself walking back down to hell with a harem of women trailing after him, angel included. But then of course that picture turned into the more likely situation--a bunch of older women following him and making cooing noises. He sighed. Apparently he couldn't even think about unlikely scenarios. Oh well.
For a moment he wondered if she really would be stubborn and let him to the shopping. He wasn't sure which was more interesting to him though--shopping for the angel's clothes himself or her giving in and going with him. They were both such entertaining scenarios! He gleefully continued on his way, and just before he left the park the angel appeared just behind him, following him as he went. He could just feel the resentment rolling off her in waves, and that made him feel all the more accomplished. It was amazing how well he could get under her skin, considering by now she must be expecting it at every turn. He dreaded the day she would ever get used to his antics, and really hoped that that would never happen--because then Rennyn would have to find someone new to replace her, and he just didn't think it would be as fun to annoy a human.
He wished he could read minds. She was so quietly steaming behind him that he would kill to know what she was thinking about, it would make things so much more interesting. When she spoke, very lowly and almost inaudible to the human ear, he only grinned more.
"And you are an unusually dour angel~" he responded, heading in the direction he knew there were some decently priced shops, "I think yours is the stranger scenario." He shrugged his shoulders, because maybe he was a little unusual for a demon, but it wasn't an unthinkable trait. There were demons whose whole personas revolved around pleasure and entertainment, so why couldn't he have enjoyment in this menial torture of an angel? Even if he had to be around her all the time and be exposed to her purity, it was worth it to him, just to see the hatred and irritation behind her glamour's very human eyes.
As they walked around the shops, he glanced in through the windows. There were a lot of thrift stores that he passed on, not liking the dirty and grungy look they gave off. Rennyn decided nearly as soon as he took on this form that he wanted to be fashionable--afford-ably. Not because he was some sort of secret fashionista, but because humans really did judge based on appearance. He wanted to buy clothing that would still make the adult humans want to adore him, but humans closer to his age appearance feel either attracted or jealous--it was a thought that made him literally laugh aloud. It always made him laugh when he heard stories of dumb humans falling in love with demons. It was, in fact, a very common way for some of the more... good looking demons met their quota.
Rennyn could just picture himself walking back down to hell with a harem of women trailing after him, angel included. But then of course that picture turned into the more likely situation--a bunch of older women following him and making cooing noises. He sighed. Apparently he couldn't even think about unlikely scenarios. Oh well.
November 3rd, 2013 at 01:06am