Indie blog for the Devil Arm Gilgamesh of DMC 4.
Tracking tag - Pugnis.
M!Anon - Not accepting.
Blog may be triggering or NSFW at times, but nothing of sexual content.
Mun is of age, but this is a preference.
██⊰⚔⊱██ “… you smell kinda familiar.” No duh, considering her scent was enough to drive to memory that he had really met her before. The greaves hadn’t formally spoken to the claymore after all so this would be a first for him.
And it is the right-hand that first notices a familiar scent of that demonic metal, singing for organic flesh to be made algid and hard; steel. Amygdaliform eyes bearing that lush forest of cryptic leaves with sun filtering through, gaze at the male as golden brows furrow and concern rises. ❝ Gilgamesh? W-What happened? ❞ Where did she put that vital star…
██⊰⚔⊱██ “I stopped a mugging and got hit, the guys okay though! I didn’t over do it like last time.” Thankfully, last time he ended up giving someone a thrashing all over the tools he bought to fix the jukebox. Oh well, he would be fine as long as he didn’t wind up trying to go as far as to take gun shot wounds as ruby oculus followed her. “Um, you don’t think master will be angry about that, will he?”
██⊰⚔⊱██ The greaves were finally back and it seemed as if he was hurt, bruised cheek to be exact yet it was nothing different from quite a few times before. Example A being whenever he tore a mans thumb up for hitting his mouth. “…” Oh well, he’d get over it.
[ She had experienced stranger things, of course. ]
“It is still strange, no matter the circumstance.”
⊰⚔⊱—— That didn’t surprise him, he seemed to hold something of an understanding about how… weird he is to people. “Eh, fair point then, what’s your name anyways?”
⊰⚔⊱—— Now there was something weighing down his mind, call it curiosity whenever he finally voiced the sole question he had little to no answer to. “Why does Nevan dress like that?” Someone clearly had left out the art of seduction when explaining human mannerisms to him, or at the very least left out the bit about provocative clothing.
⊰⚔⊱—— Why must this happen to him? Well, earlier that is, he already found himself regretting his attempt at making his way back home. He thought he felt that guy cut his damn lip inside with how hard he hit him, that and one of his pointed incisors had cut into said imbecile’s finger as a sort of retaliation for this. A deserving sort of punishment in his mind, eye for an eye after all. Sighing frustratedly, he just wanted to get back to the shop and ignore this ever happened to him.
He still needed to fix the jukebox, not deal with someone trying to jack him for what little he could afford when it came to tools. It almost made him want to chuck the things into the nearest storm drain and just declare that he didn’t want to do this yet that was not what he wished for. As irritated as he is, loyalty came first and he owed them more than he could ever repay.
Being stupid isn’t on his list of things to do tonight, not when he needed to focus on fixing the things he broke in the first place.
Yearning looks, glances up towards the sky as nightfall had come once again. It had only been days since Bithiel had landed here, yet she still wasn’t exactly sure what she was suppose to do. Reaching up towards the twinkling stars she wanted to go back home, but sadly this Angel knew that wasn’t going to happen until she somehow fixed the mess she had made. Small feet roamed around letting the night air brush against her skin. The feeling was almost euphoric. Absolutely easy to get lost in, and she had. She had lost herself so much in her own world that she had almost no time to notice the male that seemed to be doing the same exact thing.
“Excuse me?”
A questionable tone came forth as she cocked her head trying to get a better look at the other. Dark hair. Crimson eyes. Who was he exactly? She hadn’t come across anyone she’d used her voice with. Usually she just walked away from everyone that came across her path.
⊰⚔⊱—— The soft tone reaching his ears caused his little trip to memory lane to fade off into his return to reality. Rustic hues were now settling on her as if trying to place a name to her face, her scent was different even to Gil and he didn’t in particular recall anyone that had the appearance of a bubblegum goth or something akin to one. Strange, he nearly had mistaken her for holding a sort of purity to her that made him almost want to step back for fear of what may happen if he watched for too long.
Who is she? A new face was what caused him worry, a new face with this look is another thing when he found himself trying to decide between answering or not. Might as well, rudeness didn’t get people anywhere and he held no desire to be that way. “Yes, ma'am?” At least his time around the others taught him manners, his previous master’s never cared much for that aside from his destructive capabilities.
That aside, he found himself hit with something, realization. The time and everything, damn it! As hidden as it is, he didn’t feel like showing how panicked he is, his master was going to not be happy if he missed anything important.
