Blinding Lights - Closed w/ @khonshu-mp

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When the voice hit his ears Azazel jumped a bit morning his head around trying to find it's source, his eyes were closed. The light was just to much for to long but when they did open it was very obvious he wasn't able to see.

"Who are you? Where are you?.. I'm not lost, I'm not I'm just. I can do it, I'm not lost." Azazel didn't move much but when he did his hands lifted with a slight movement outward, as if to feel for any obstacle in his way. Being who he wasn't the demigod wasn't someone to accept help or trust those that gave it so willingly and because he couldn't see it only made this situation more frustrating. They could be anyone.

"Help? How do I know you aren't here to take advantage of me?" It wouldn't be the first time. Azazel know it wouldn't be a last.

Open - Blinding Lights

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The lights had been blinding for a while now and no matter how much he tried they just would seep away. Azazel was blind in the daytime yet here he was stuck in it with absolutely no way of getting anywhere he would be safe. The light hurt, the sun reflected violently against anything and everything beaming sharp shapes of glares into sensitive irises. Azazel was stuck, he was stuck and right now was not the time for a panic attack but he couldn't really stop it. Face your hardships, look past your weaknesses, that was all bullshit because this was literal blindness.. and as of right now he was getting a little scared. Annoyed and a little scared.

Sitting here, wherever here was, is all he could possibly do to. Without sight, not an inch of it, the demigod was stuck without any indication of who or what was around him.

Yes, haha, that's kind of what 'mural' means, innit? Don't worry, money is no issue

Now the dancer listed one more thing on his list of errands for tomorrow:

Buy a tape measure

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Azazel stared in disbelief at what he was reading. The dude wanted a mural in his house without any means if interest pertaining the price of it like money wasn't an issue. For some reason that annoyed the demigod more than it should have. Yeah he is getting paid but the fact there are people that didn't need to worry about money out there just made him want to be petty. Of course though, he just decided to set his own price since it wasn't a problem because why the hell not? Money wasn't a issue after all.

Then when am I doing this? I'll figure out the size and dimensions for pricing upon arriving and checking the space out.

Wait. What did the guy when want?

What is it you even want? Literally no one has ever asked for a mural before.

Now that Azazel thought about it this one be a one time trip thing but a few, painting, drying, waiting, layering it's gonna be a lot. In some dudes house. He couldn't help the shiver. What if this guy is a weirdo?

You aren't some weirdo right?

Sugar Baby

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Azazel wasn't exactly the most social person, or the most likable, or the easiet to get along with. The demigod was quiet and often kept to himself but when he did talk it was brute honesty and straight to the point small talk with no room to push for details or extra words. Azazel didn't have the time or the urge to make it be just wanted to save money and do art. Today he was sketching again, sitting in the same bench outside the tattoo shop he had started to occupy sighing because he was hungry but he knew he didn't have the fund. Never had the funds. It would all disappear so quickly with bills and other needs. Pulling out his phone he sighs staring at several things of food deciding maybe it was fine he didn't eat today, again. It was late, things would start to close soon anyway it wasn't worth getting up.

Still just to post he posted a photo of his art on his blog for tattoos deciding to post at the top of it he was tired of never having enough funds for anything but at least art was free. Azazel cringed at himself wanting to delete it but maybe later, he was lazy, tired, hungry and just wanted to draw to keep distracted from it all.

Actually... Can you make that a mural?

Azazel stared at the messages that came in a little annoyed by them all coming separately but even more annoyed by the indecisiveness. Honestly he was just annoyed by everything so it was something to take with a grain of salt as usual. London? An interesting request really since he had never heard of the place outside a magazine that witch of a women had once when she wanted to go with the money she got from having him.

London? Those went from a painting to a mural. A whole ass mural? That means he would need a big freaking canvas, a few of them or the strangers wall. Strangers were one thing Azazel didn't handle well but it was a money and money is what the demigod needed to achieve his goal.

Um.. do you want that in your all or something? Like at your house? Do you know how much that is gonna be?

He didn't even know how much it would be since it never even crossed his mind there would be anything like that requested from him. Azazel would need to calculate, or.. make up a nice sun

Sugar Baby

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Azazel wasn't exactly the most social person, or the most likable, or the easiet to get along with. The demigod was quiet and often kept to himself but when he did talk it was brute honesty and straight to the point small talk with no room to push for details or extra words. Azazel didn't have the time or the urge to make it be just wanted to save money and do art. Today he was sketching again, sitting in the same bench outside the tattoo shop he had started to occupy sighing because he was hungry but he knew he didn't have the fund. Never had the funds. It would all disappear so quickly with bills and other needs. Pulling out his phone he sighs staring at several things of food deciding maybe it was fine he didn't eat today, again. It was late, things would start to close soon anyway it wasn't worth getting up.

Still just to post he posted a photo of his art on his blog for tattoos deciding to post at the top of it he was tired of never having enough funds for anything but at least art was free. Azazel cringed at himself wanting to delete it but maybe later, he was lazy, tired, hungry and just wanted to draw to keep distracted from it all.

But what if it wasn't...

The 26-year-old checked the blog again, this time looking for something for his bedroom, but nothing really caught his eye. He thought about this thoroughly, then decided to DM the stranger on the other side.

"Hey, you open for commissions?

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It was insane. Only moments ago Azazel was sitting on pennies and now someone was having a purchasing spree on his blog he didn't even think anyone looked at. Piece after piece was being sold to the point he could barley keep up wondering what someone wanted with all of this art. At least it was cohesive and went together, intentional and not just some weirdo trying to buy him out to resell.

Still it was suspicious and rather strange for it so suddenly appear. It made him want to delete the post from before thinking for sure that's was stirred this insanity up. Eventually the numbers stopped pulling a sigh from his lips. Anyone with that much money to just toss around seemed well off.. they better take care of his art it he will have no problem hurting a bi-.. the numbers started up again.

As if they never stopped more was purchased leaving Azazel stunned and even more suspicious. Who in the hell? He had so much to pack already literally a finger away from closing his blog before a message bubble popped up on the screen.

"Hey, you open for commissions?"

Yeah the person was insane. They wanted more??! Though.. it wasn't like he needed to question anything. It was money in his pockets and art out the door. Whatever. If it ended up being a scam he would just be the strangers nightmare.

"I guess. What are you wanting? Though you bought mostly everything I already had, anything else you could really ask for?"

Sugar Baby

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Azazel wasn't exactly the most social person, or the most likable, or the easiet to get along with. The demigod was quiet and often kept to himself but when he did talk it was brute honesty and straight to the point small talk with no room to push for details or extra words. Azazel didn't have the time or the urge to make it be just wanted to save money and do art. Today he was sketching again, sitting in the same bench outside the tattoo shop he had started to occupy sighing because he was hungry but he knew he didn't have the fund. Never had the funds. It would all disappear so quickly with bills and other needs. Pulling out his phone he sighs staring at several things of food deciding maybe it was fine he didn't eat today, again. It was late, things would start to close soon anyway it wasn't worth getting up.

Still just to post he posted a photo of his art on his blog for tattoos deciding to post at the top of it he was tired of never having enough funds for anything but at least art was free. Azazel cringed at himself wanting to delete it but maybe later, he was lazy, tired, hungry and just wanted to draw to keep distracted from it all.

Sugar Baby

with @vulpe-mp

Azazel wasn't exactly the most social person, or the most likable, or the easiet to get along with. The demigod was quiet and often kept to himself but when he did talk it was brute honesty and straight to the point small talk with no room to push for details or extra words. Azazel didn't have the time or the urge to make it be just wanted to save money and do art. Today he was sketching again, sitting in the same bench outside the tattoo shop he had started to occupy sighing because he was hungry but he knew he didn't have the fund. Never had the funds. It would all disappear so quickly with bills and other needs. Pulling out his phone he sighs staring at several things of food deciding maybe it was fine he didn't eat today, again. It was late, things would start to close soon anyway it wasn't worth getting up.

Still just to post he posted a photo of his art on his blog for tattoos deciding to post at the top of it he was tired of never having enough funds for anything but at least art was free. Azazel cringed at himself wanting to delete it but maybe later, he was lazy, tired, hungry and just wanted to draw to keep distracted from it all.

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Blinding Lights

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Azazel didn’t really know how he had gotten in the park the night before having drank a lot more than he ever had in order to celebrate becoming an apprentice for tattooing. Even though he had insisted over and over they were just as insistent, the place he was at before excited their ‘baby’ was growing up. Azazel wanted to gag but amused them. So much had occurred, his brain had gone hazy, he must have laid here and passed out.. Azazel really hopes the group he was with had just misplaced him out of accident because if they had just left him here they were dead. If he could find them. Because as of now he couldn’t see. Hissing the son of Nyx covered his eyes whining at how absolutely bright and blinding everything was. This wasn’t from a hangover, he was day blind, his eyes had never been able to adjust to light of day and only recently did he discover why. Son of the night goddess.. ugh. “Crap.. what do I do?”

Azazel wouldn’t lie and say he hadn’t only been doing this for a few days because that was the truth, he had only been learning for a few days but it wasn’t hard. Passion, devotion and a need to express his art in a way that makes it almost dangerous was something he had craved since leaving his hell for this place. Every piece of art was made with delicate detailing and the emotions that never were allowed to come out only making it that must more lush in their creation. More and more people had come to watch or get the tattoo’s he designed without any need to change them or make them anything more than what they already are, which only further proved how good he was. Like he said it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t new at this, but learning hands on came fast which only furthered his reputation. Speaking of a face seemed to come in Azazel was familiar with, humming at what was said sliding his notebook across the counter. “Eat your heart out..”

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His current human body wasn’t the first one he used, but it was the one he felt more comfortable with so far and a blank canvas to nourish his creativity. The transition from being worshiped by the humans to living his life surrounded by them was hard for him, not because he looked down on them, but because he couldn’t seem to fit in, for that reason, he decided to follow his mother, Izanami, and siblings to the island.

His drums became instruments and not just tools to create the most thunderous storms but they didn’t seem to be enough to express himself. The first tattoo was a little taste, the second one was the downfall and little by little, he ran out fingers to count them all. He heard from someone that new people had come to the island, he decided to pay a visit to one of them. Raiden didn’t greet them in the end but stared at their work for quite some time. That first glimpse of his ink work led him to another visit, this time, to have his work on his body. “I saw you the other day. The tattoo you did on the blonde guy. I want to see more of your designs.” He half smiled.

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Thicker Than Skin

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(...) “Why wouldn’t I have tattoo’s? Is that seriously a real question, you are either blind, modest or some type of saint not to notice the tattoo’s on my legs.” Azazel sat up off his elbows where they had been resting on his knee’s exposing the ripped dark jeans and the tattoo’s windowed between.

“I did not offer it to you. I said you need to ask for permission to take one of those then you just snatched it! So I took it back.” Scoffing he rolled his eyes. The comment made him laugh a bit, perhaps the other wasn’t aware of who he really was - and Khonshu wasn’t about to tell him either. There was nothing but time for the god.

“Okay - slow down. We’re chopping things. It’s called Overcooked.” He explained the mechanics of the game before going to the first level. “Work on the first order and I’ll do the second. Third is you and so on.” The god was taken back by the other’s comment. “Right. Surprise, you caught me. Khonshu has a leg fetish and all he does is stare at peoples legs.” Shaking his head in disgust as the other he looked back at the screen. “Chop the fucking onion and shut up.” The game wasn’t a game that most people can deal with, it often takes a lot of work and communication, and yelling to work through the game. “You really need to play more video games.”

“Yeah well like I said I don’t need or what that permission..” Azazel mumbled with a sigh of annoyance staring at the controller placed back in his hands finding the parental act counterintuitive since it really just delayed time. “Knew it, weirdo.. could have called that from a mile away.” So many people had such weird interests theses days he really wouldn’t put it past the guy to have an actual leg fetish considering. The controller was in hand, lavender eyes trained between the screen and Khonshu’s hands trying to figure out this strange contraption. “ Don’t you fucking cuss at me.. Cooking? Cooking. I can’t even cook in real life and you expect me to know how to cut onions in a game?” Azazel tried to mimic what the other was doing. Video games he could tell he really didn’t think he could get into, what was this life hacks 101? A simulator for adults to learn basic life skills in bizarre and confusing ways? If being yelled at to do stuff like its a high risk life or death situation was some people’s idea of fun he wondered if they also enjoyed being a masochist. “I don’t think so, I mean why cooking?!”

You should see the other guy..

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This is my tantrum

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(…) Hecate had her fair share of encounters with demi-gods, and this time she had no other intentions but to entertain herself with his posture and features. “What should I call you, Mr. Tantrum?”

(...) “You can call me Mind Your because it isn’t your business what my name is.” He was a bitter boy right now, this was such a big day he was missing and but he was left a babysitter to drunken adults. “I don’t even know who you are talking about, child of what.. I am the child of an abusive drug addict and you seem pretty close to being cut off.”

This little shit. The amount of bratiness and insubordination coming from the young man surprised Hecate, even being slightly amusing. To have such an attitude behind a bar counter wasn’t exactly common, especially in a place like Minx. In her opinion, it was clear that Eros had lowered the standards for staff, however, Hecate had no place in making judgement nor did she really care. As long as the drinks kept coming.

“A tab? Right, because most people on this island can be trusted to not abuse it…” She scoffed, chuckling against the glass that she held close to her lips. “You clearly do not enjoy being here, so why don’t you just look for a job some place else? I don’t believe sitting and pouting children last long in here…”

Hecate wasn’t exactly invested in getting to know him, but it wasn’t every day she’d seen a demi-god be a fool to the point of bantering with a deity. For now, she would use the situation as entertainment. Ah, an ignorant demi-god. How lovely. “Well, Mr. Mind-Your, the business here is to serve people and their drink orders, not sit around. Either way, not my job, not my problem.”

It did not bring any joy to acknowledge the reality from his past. As much of a jerk this person could be, no child deserved to grow next to drug addiction. “You may think that acting like this may benefit you my sweet summer child. But keep it up, and you’ll eventually embrace loneliness and trust me, you do not want to go down that path. And yeah, yeah you’re perhaps preparing a snarky commentary, filled with sarcasm, attitude and even dismissive. I may have alcohol in me, but I can still tell you the truth of this place. Not everyone is your enemy.”

“You talk about sitting, pouting children not making it here right after speaking how no one would be trusted responsibly with a tab.”  Pulling the arm stuffed under the other Azazel gestured to the people sitting here, a lot of them usually confiding in him about something or rather. “Half the people here end up sitting and pouting, and not once did I say I disliked the job, not that it’s any of your business still but I was tricked and am not missing out on something I am allowed to be pouty about. It has nothing to do with the quality of this job.” “It it isn’t your job or your problem then why keep bringing it up? Not a single person except you have come up here so really, I don’t think there is much of an issue except the part that wasn’t your problem.” It was funny he was a brat through and through but his voice was always quiet and stoic, void of much emotion with only a hint of sass peaking through his tone otherwise he was blank as night when speaking; calm. Though what she was saying made the demigod scoff a bit.  “What are you my therapist? Being alone has been the best thing in my life, I don’t need a single person around me in it. Loneliness is a void that I will happily fall into if it means I can live in peace. Calling me freaking Dorothy because I am skipping down that broken bricked path, and I was born in autumn.” Grabbing a bottle of gin he poured it for a guy left the bottle there and walked  back to sit away from everyone again. 

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(..) “I’m a tattoo artist. Whatever anyone wants I can do. Mostly though I do one of one pieces that I made.” Back in LA, people came to him just for him to do his own art on them. He could do whatever, but he was known for his own creations that drew people in back home. He was planning to open up his own shop here soon. And maybe this kid could get good enough to work there.. 

“If you charge me I would walk away before the offer was set out I don’t bargain with strangers.” He whispered such a thing more to himself since he wouldn’t be interested enough to stick around for information that cost money from someone he didn’t know. Though, the tap he felt it in a way as something of a deeper understanding or respect so maybe, maybe the information would have been worth a cost. Showing art was something Azazel never did outside the two people that helped him when getting here, those that dealt with his attitude and rude way of speaking letting him into a home.. into a road towards a potential career. For now it was a hobby since there was no pay as an apprentice.  The burst of artistic urges flew through his life and made him wish even more deeply to be an tattoo artist, hearing that this guy already did his dream Azazel was suddenly a lot more interested than he ever had been in another person. “You do tat’s? I do piercings though doing tat’s is more the vibe I want but they don’t have an open spot for me where I go and no time to teach but I watch. Picked up on a bit and bought a gun I am sure was a beginner product but it’s better than not picking one up at all. I test on orange peels.”  Stopping he blinked a little in shock by how much he just talked so openly, visibly and physically tense at the recognition of such a sudden open share. Clicking his tongue the freckles on his face started to glow with the moon being rushed behind the clouds and for a moment the little moment of darkness though brief was a relieving blanket. 

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