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Indie, Semi-Selective RP Blog for Adam from Hazbin Hotel. Written by Toast. Rules under cut!
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Anonymous asked:
Lute’s eyes follow his features in the darkness, she isn’t sleeping like usual but he likes when she lays beside him and she’s more than happy to soak in his closeness. Sometimes she wished for sleep though, because when all she could do was look at his rugged, handsome features worn by their years together on Earth (even without his knowledge) as she could think about was how badly she wanted to kiss him.
Her soul thrummed so fast in her chest and her breathing softly rose in intensity. She couldn’t, nor would he want her to. This was her life as his guardian, painfully in love with the first man and unable to do anything about it.
@danger-tits-lute gLute to Old Adam
How long had it been since he had felt romantic love? Four hundred years? Five hundred? Those days he felt were long gone, however, some nights when he slept heavy enough, it was almost like he could feel it all again.
His arms wrapped tight around his guardian almost as if she were a safety blanket for him. Maybe she was, he would never tell her. Adam cannot put that kind of stress on top of her already heavy shoulders. But in his sleep? It came through at times.
A breath leaves him for a moment, arms tightening around her to bring her just an inch closer, his lips slowly twitching upwards into a content smile as he lets out one little word.
“Lute…”
He could see the hurt in her eyes, it was the same when he would talk about Eve or Cain, any of his children who have long since passed. Those days he cherished of all of them together made his heart warm but his eyes well with tears when he thought of those days and listening to Lute, he knew exactly what she felt.
But this was good, hearing her speak about her sisters and having her talk about them in this way hopefully was cathartic. Their different sizes, habits, things they created for him and his kind.
Adam kept his smile and nodded, she too knew how it was to be the last of her kind just as Adam does.
“You are a great elder sister. I’m sure you made them all very happy.” He didn’t want to think about how all of them met their end. It would be too much to bear on the soul let alone allow Lute to recall those memories. “Would you like me to braid your hair?”
Reblogged danger-tits-lute
Anonymous asked:
Lute’s eyes follow his features in the darkness, she isn’t sleeping like usual but he likes when she lays beside him and she’s more than happy to soak in his closeness. Sometimes she wished for sleep though, because when all she could do was look at his rugged, handsome features worn by their years together on Earth (even without his knowledge) as she could think about was how badly she wanted to kiss him.
Her soul thrummed so fast in her chest and her breathing softly rose in intensity. She couldn’t, nor would he want her to. This was her life as his guardian, painfully in love with the first man and unable to do anything about it.
@danger-tits-lute gLute to Old Adam
How long had it been since he had felt romantic love? Four hundred years? Five hundred? Those days he felt were long gone, however, some nights when he slept heavy enough, it was almost like he could feel it all again.
His arms wrapped tight around his guardian almost as if she were a safety blanket for him. Maybe she was, he would never tell her. Adam cannot put that kind of stress on top of her already heavy shoulders. But in his sleep? It came through at times.
A breath leaves him for a moment, arms tightening around her to bring her just an inch closer, his lips slowly twitching upwards into a content smile as he lets out one little word.
“Lute…”
There is such a content grin on his cheeks, a light blush runs across his scar as her fingers run through a stray strand of hair and tells him how much she means to him. He was her Eden.
His hand runs up her arm and takes the hand that was in the strand and simply holds it. “And you are mine. Thank you Lute.” He stares at her for a moment before asking. “Tell me more about your sisters. What they liked, what you all would do.”
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Channel anger into strength. That was nailed into her during training.
Anger is strength.
The unit is strength.
Vaggie backed off from the training dummy, spear clutched tight in her hands as a memory flashed in her mind-
Lute's proud smirk as she reached out to Vaggie after a sparring match, her words seared into her brain, "Not bad. Keep up that ferocity and you'll be a killer in no time."
Her lips curled back in a snarl and Vaggie lashed out at the dummy, screeching, "SHUT UP!"
“Whoa, pre-firing before I even say anything? That’s a new one.” Adam enters the training room wearing those big ass stuffy clothes of his that made him look as if to be floating… if not only for the way his knees ruffles the lining of the robes as he moves of course.
“Gotta say, Vagina, you really got an attitude in recent years. And I like it. Finally got that spunk the rest of your sisters got, huh?” He laughs and moves to the poor dummy who’s filled with holes.
“Crazy work. It never stood a chance. Look, you can make out a little “A” right here.” He points to a spot that looks kinda like a couple slash marks made an A… if you pretend. “Aww, thinking of me?”
Reblogged danger-tits-lute
Anonymous asked:
Lute’s eyes follow his features in the darkness, she isn’t sleeping like usual but he likes when she lays beside him and she’s more than happy to soak in his closeness. Sometimes she wished for sleep though, because when all she could do was look at his rugged, handsome features worn by their years together on Earth (even without his knowledge) as she could think about was how badly she wanted to kiss him.
Her soul thrummed so fast in her chest and her breathing softly rose in intensity. She couldn’t, nor would he want her to. This was her life as his guardian, painfully in love with the first man and unable to do anything about it.
@danger-tits-lute gLute to Old Adam
How long had it been since he had felt romantic love? Four hundred years? Five hundred? Those days he felt were long gone, however, some nights when he slept heavy enough, it was almost like he could feel it all again.
His arms wrapped tight around his guardian almost as if she were a safety blanket for him. Maybe she was, he would never tell her. Adam cannot put that kind of stress on top of her already heavy shoulders. But in his sleep? It came through at times.
A breath leaves him for a moment, arms tightening around her to bring her just an inch closer, his lips slowly twitching upwards into a content smile as he lets out one little word.
“Lute…”
His hair was messier than normal, of course with just waking up she would get to see him at his most natural. His arms stayed around her, he looked into her golden eyes as she spoke and asked her.
“Songs of Eden? I dreamed about Eden. Maybe that’s why. I suppose it does help me sleep. Reminds me of home.”
@ladiesofhell Replied: Charlie GLARES at him. "You wanna go too?!" Charlie please...
“Bring it on pipsqueak, you don’t scare me. Don’t you got a friend to save from an axe?”
“Don’t you find it just a little funny that what you scorned me for doing, you ended up doing just the same? Come on, you love irony. It’s funny. You can laugh.”
“Oh shut up Felix, I should have let that dumbass bear eat you.”
“But you didn’t. Cause you were a softie. The great First Man who never did anything wrong… Now you’re getting your dues. You’ve fallen from grace, plummeted to the likes of… What did you call me? A misguided child? You were a lonely fool and you still are. Admit it. Just a child throwing fits cause he can’t get his way.”
“Waahhh, my wife left me and my other wife died. Boo hoo, take pity on me, oh the woe and pain! Put me out of my misery!”
“Pathetic.”
“Shut the fuck up Felix! You’re not even real! I ripped you limb from limb while you cried and begged for me to stop!”
“And you’re jealous of that. Aren’t you? I get to rest while you’re still here fighting every day of your life. I hope you live for a long, long time. First Man. Farewell.”
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Anonymous asked:
Lute’s eyes follow his features in the darkness, she isn’t sleeping like usual but he likes when she lays beside him and she’s more than happy to soak in his closeness. Sometimes she wished for sleep though, because when all she could do was look at his rugged, handsome features worn by their years together on Earth (even without his knowledge) as she could think about was how badly she wanted to kiss him.
Her soul thrummed so fast in her chest and her breathing softly rose in intensity. She couldn’t, nor would he want her to. This was her life as his guardian, painfully in love with the first man and unable to do anything about it.
@danger-tits-lute gLute to Old Adam
How long had it been since he had felt romantic love? Four hundred years? Five hundred? Those days he felt were long gone, however, some nights when he slept heavy enough, it was almost like he could feel it all again.
His arms wrapped tight around his guardian almost as if she were a safety blanket for him. Maybe she was, he would never tell her. Adam cannot put that kind of stress on top of her already heavy shoulders. But in his sleep? It came through at times.
A breath leaves him for a moment, arms tightening around her to bring her just an inch closer, his lips slowly twitching upwards into a content smile as he lets out one little word.
“Lute…”
Adam’s arms circled her and pulled her in, stilling her breath into silence as she held it to see if he was awake. He was not, he seemed to just want her closer in the depths of his dreams. That was fine, as her hand moved to the back of his head, stroking his hair softly. Her name on his breath made her curious if he was dreaming of her or if he was asking for her.
₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ I am here, Adam. You are not alone. I will be here with you until they pry me from your arms. I love you so very much. ~♪
Her voice whispered soft thunder and low notes into the air; she knew it was soothing to him and he deserved to rest.
The old man sleeps well, his breathing steady, the rise and fall of his chest a consistent pattern even more so now with the light ambiance of her Enochian. His hands clutch the fabric of her clothes loosely, just needing to ensure she stays close.
Slowly he leans closer, his head against her chest now. Yes, this was the most comfortable he had been in years. This is what he needed for a good nights rest. Her in his arms, close and safe. Adam couldn’t be happier.
When he settled again, shifting even closer to put his head on her chest, she closed her eyes and smiled. He looked so peaceful she couldn’t help but to sing softly to him. She hummed in his ears the melodies used to create Eden. Though her solo voice was so lonely without her sisters, it was still just as beautiful as the place once was.
If only he could hear it, in the music room with all of them gathered together, their voices merging and separating at intervals and Lute in the center with a flower forming in her hands.
A tree with large overhanging branches.
A drop of water hitting and rippling across the surface of a pond.
A firefly. That was one of her favorites.
She didn’t form the energy into those things now, this was only to give him peace as he held onto her like a life raft in the sea. She almost wished Adam was also born an angel, so he could have witnessed it himself but he wouldn’t be the person she loved had he not been the first man.
In her memory, her sister shows her a frog she made and it jumps out of her hands causing several of the girls to move and cry out in surprise! Lute laughs as she runs around the room trying to catch it, holding it high when she finally succeeds for her sisters to cheer. She hoped Adam liked that frog when it showed up in Eden. Did he try to catch it too?
She hummed all the way to the first light of dawn when Adam began to stir.
Adam dreams of Eden, the perfectly silk-like grass, the way it felt on his skin when he laid in it. The perfectly cool breeze that balanced the warmth of the sun above. Adam remembered this moment well, as when he laid on his back to watch the sky… A reptile hopped onto his face.
He picked up the little thing gently to then inspect it. Some would call it ugly, others would find it cute. For Adam, he loved all the animals equally within Eden. The first word that comes from his lips is easy enough. “Frog.” Carefully, he placed the creature down on the grass and watched it hop away, smiling and waving at it while to hopped into a nearby pond.
That was a good memory…
Soon, the sound of birds chirping hit his ears and slowly his eyes would flutter open to see his guardian there. His Lute. He smiles warmly at her.
“Your voice is lovely…”
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Katya stops in her tracks within the armor… sensing him.
“He didn’t…”
“You will have to learn how to be less of a “horn dog” before making it up here. If today is any indication of how you expect every day to go then I don’t want any part of it. I believe you want to be better and I have hopes you will succeed. From what I’ve seen, you are a force of nature, unbridled in strength when faced with a challenge… But redemption isn’t about fighting others, it’s fighting yourself. Can you do that?”