Anti-OTP: Beelzebub/Horatio

[prinzzofhell]

*should any poor soul happen upon him, this is one rather subtly (for a demon, which isn't very) unhappy Prince of Hell; he's leaning against a wall and smoking-- cigarettes, of course, and if you asked (don't), he might say he likes the feel of tar in his lungs. then again, if you asked, he'd also tell you that he preferred herbal, for they're

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[truant_horatio]

*well, isn't this depressing? and this is a Horatio who is going to fill in to-day for the much-in-demand position of 'poor soul who happens upon Beelzebub' -- right, being serious --*

*in search of the DF library, because we're pretending it has one, in order to find a new history of Sweden, Horatio ventures out into the wilds of the mansion, and proceeds to get hopelessly lost, because his sense of direction never was that great; and he turns a corner and catches sight of Beelzebub, though he hangs back, because some innate, unbelievable streak of common sense hints that this is not the person to ask for directions*

[prinzzofhell]

*tosses the butt of the old cigarette to the ground-- in the vague direction of Horatio, not because there's any intention of offending him, but because there's certainly no intention of not offending him*

[truant_horatio]

*sidesteps it with some delicacy, and advances a little, though slightly hesitantly*

[prinzzofhell]

*glances up, somehow looking completely bored and completely malicious at the same time*