Thread: A Soul for your Thoughts [BloodAndChocolate & DamonHuntington]

It worked. Rowan wasnt sure if what he was feeling was awe or smugness. But regardless, itd actually worked . Just in front of him, between carefully painted runes and symbols, a man appeared. A man and not a man at the same time. It looked like a man, an insanely attractive one, but it didnt feel like a man. And his bright, violet colored eyes were a sure sign that he was definitely something more. Rowan let the book fall from his lap as he slowly stood up, never taking his eyes off the demon. He couldnt believe what he was seeing, and if hed dared to tell anyone else about what he was doing, hed assume this was some kind of elaborate prank. But he hadnt told anyone. Not one person. It worked, he breathed, and a grin broke across his face before he ran both hands through his hair, leaving it in a messy disarray. His brown eyes were glowing in delight, like he either didnt notice or was unfazed by the demons disdainful reaction to him. While he was looking at the demon, the demon was looking at the area around him, and he had barely noticed until the man spoke. Rowan met the demon's gaze and, though he would never admit it, definitely got trapped in it. The violet was a beautiful sight to behold. Unlike Rowan himself, the demon was remarkable . He wondered, briefly, how much of that was an illusion. His grandmother had always said demons were reproachful creatures. But shed also said the same things about the guys in the yearly Fireman calendar. Your time is precious, Rowan repeated, then covered his mouth when he seemed unable to stop his newest grin. He was giddy and amused and it made him feel a little high. He didnt trust himself not to ask the demon if he knew how hot that smirk was. Which would have been embarrassing and, probably, unprofessional. Im Rowan, he said, between parted fingers because he wasnt going to stop covering his mouth. Rowan Hart. Oh, and this is Martin, he spun and pointed to the first dead virgin. Thats Katy, and that poor bastard's name over there is Colon I shit you not. I really feel like I did a favor killing that one. Oh! Which brings us to what I want! Rowan turned around again and then bit down on another grin. Im sorry, he says. I just cant fucking - I mean wow . I summoned a demon. Im kind of a badass, I hope you know that. I mean, how many house calls do you really make? Cant be a lot. Not in this day and age. Even if people try, this ritual is pretty damn easy to fuck up. Who even knows Latin any more? Im getting off topic, sorry. Im usually not this all over the place but damn, this has to be the best day Ive had in awhile. Rowan shakes his head and then shoves his hands in his pockets. Hes still grinning, and its the kind of smile that doesnt make him look so ordinary, paired with perfect teeth and completely reaching his eyes, lighting up his entire face. Im bored, you see. Bored to death. With my life. With my job. With my romantic partners. Everything is just very gray . And used to, when that happened, Id just go kill someone. Get that thrill going, you know? Feel my heart pumping. Blood, sex, rock and roll. Thats what Im here for. But Im too good at it now. Theres no flavor, no extra punch. Its just grab, stap, repeat. But, in my nifty little book there, it says you can teach me some new tricks. For a price obviously, but, well, Rowan shrugs, nonchalant. How much of a soul can I really have left?