Aminnadav &. Kin

||• (clenches my fist) if only they allowed seamless threads or longer posts.

"We've people to see—" Cupid steps close, warming himself with a rub of his hands, humming to a lost tune...

"—and a clock what needs returning."

The two shadows dispersed within the night.

He'd already pulled his boot back into place by now. "A silly thing. A silly retainer. A silly boy."

A Silly King who beckoned His Silly Jesters back to Him.

"Come along," Nero withdrew a black umbrella; the red underline of it burned with a hellish heat to drive away the cold below it.

Then and only then did he realise how fortunate they were to even be alive.

Nero eyes the sky above them. Dark and brooding with a chilled wind that'll settle deep within bones.

"Wasn't he... Overly familiar? To've claimed US as nephews, no?" Cupid persisted, bones crack to the crane of his neck.

"How so? Our retainer seemed awful content to have introduced us as familial. Yet~"

"Yet nothing of it," Aaron had been a retainer of little notice...

Until the sly thing had unwoven the curse upon the two, trapped like wet dogs in an abandoned house as they were, and let Nero in on his identity.

"We did not SCARE him," Nero exclaims, using his own leather sole to knock Cupid's knee forward. The fine boot flops from slender hands to clap back against the ground. "We annoyed the child." There is a difference.

Cupid's charming smile never seems to fall from its place, does it?

Cupiditas hits the end of his heel to the curb, dislodging the shoe from its tight binding for better breathing. These dreadful things - tighter than a corset on a hog... He ought to remove them.

Pale fingertips slip into the heel, tugging at the fine lace lazily. "I think we scared him."

<~ jaw and counts to five. Repetitively.

He doesn't dislike the visiting pair - far from it, he finds himself feeling relieved - and yet... "Please tell me it isn't a Russian. A mage. Or a Russian Mage."

It's not, but we already know that... don't we?

"With who?" Aminn cuts out. By those Above-and-Below, if it's another Barakov or a clan like them, he'll—

"A family friend," Nero huffs out, arms crossed, thin brows pulled into a tight line.

Aminnadav releases a sigh through his nose, drags his calloused palms over his stubbled ~>

Cupid's stirring finally slows to a still. "Elsewhere," comes his cryptic remark. "You needn't fuss over us." The Arch Demons can handle themselves in the mortal world.

"Really," Nero and Aminnadav utter together; Nero's tone is affirming, Aminn's is disbelieving.

"Really-really." Cupid smiles.

After an entire ten minutes with Cupiditas stirring his spoon about cold tea and Nero's intense gaze— what else is the youngest of the three to do but smile and dryly ask: "where will you be staying while here?"

It can't be here with me, is what is meant and what is heard.

<~ He to the Right, with wild curled locks of teal and navy to the ribs wearing naught more than a simple suit of black is Aminn's... Great Nephew: Cupiditas.

Both of which are far older than Aminnadav and equally rather taken by the abode Aminn inhabits. It's a strange thing, blood ties.

Aminnadav's irises flicker from one Sir to the Other.

He to the Left, with hip-length maroon hair and a shadowed eye accompanied by fine jewels and furs, is Aminnadav's Nephew: Nero tou Ponerou.

~>

||• It's an inch or so worth of a sucker that's shaped like a dick

||• I went out tonight and brought back two of these little dickpops AJFKAJJFJA

||• that's actually insane and the whole reason I had to delete Dolos btw LMFAO

||• Me, looking at my old stalker from '16-'18 who's still active:

||• (⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠)⁠━⁠☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

||• It's the way that I want to slide over and ask: have you played the critically acclaimed mmorpg—

||• OBSERVE AS I OPEN THE DOCUMENT FOR AN ENTIRE ~✨ THREE ✨~ SECONDS BEFORE VANISHING AGAIN

||• LISTEN, LISTEN - I FORGET TO MAKE A LITTLE LIST FOR IT

||• I'm telling you, I looked through each and every email address I have and none say anything at all about having to do with my main—

I had to sit in silence ever since

||• I don't mean to alarm anyone, but I forgor my main's password AND email 🌚

||• The Hag would definitely be Aaron in this case.

||• I am too ditzy to be writing anything

"I know," Aminn repeats. "If anything," he knows too well. "I'll merely go home. Visit the Old Man and Hag."

Maybe, if he were lucky, he might even run into his own extended family.

Cupid is surely with Nero tou Ponerou, right?

"Promise?" Fu Jinhai presses as lightly as possible.

"Mn. Promise."

Fu Jinhai's shoulders raise while his nose crinkles in a sure sign of minute embarrassment. His wife, Agatha, is a lovely woman! Very graceful! Very gentle! Very demure! He opens his mouth to readily defend her as if his very honour were on the line!

. . .Only for Aminn to snort. "No need. I know."

Moving. Moving...Aminnadav strokes his thumb and forefinger to his temple slowly, soothing whatever migraine is sure to come his way. "I'm hardly there to begin with."

Working and the like.

"Besides, I can hardly visit YOU. Your wife would kill me." Or try to. For sneaking into the palace chamber.

"Alexei," the name draws off Aminnadav's tongue carefully. "It's Alexei, not shushu." Not for him, at least. The two are in no way related.

Fu Jinhai huffs his breath. "That's not fair," he claims softly. "You know I can't call him by name." Improper. Anyhow... "He would agree with you moving."

Now it's Fu Jinhai's turn to release a long suffering sigh of despair. "Brother, listen, won't you?"

Fu Jinhai steps forward. Each thud of his hunting boots to marble making Aminn wince. "You cannot stay under... Shushu's house eternally." Alexei must surely miss the peace and quiet!

Aminn frowns.