Who Star and Ba'al What A day in the life - or Astarte popping in without warning while Ba'al was busy tending to his flock. Where The room of the morbidly obese watching soap operas Warnings Not much. Status Complete
Star Inagawa: *Astarte, invisible, slides against Ba'al's back slowly, letting out a low purr in his ear while her fingers brush through his hair and her lips brush next to his ear. She does not appear to the humans around him, but rubs her face against his shoulder after the purr comes, keeping her body pressed close to his back*
cuzZIMcares: Ba'al feels her presence and smirks to himself at the hidden properties of her being in the room with a very morbidly obese woman with IV hookups and a remote control in her hand watching reruns of Days of our Lives. He stand up and goes to the edge of the woman's bed and sits in a chair just next to her and leans on her bed with his arm and starts to converse with her as if Astarte's not there, "I always liked Bo and Hope. Everything went downhill after their son got ran over and killed. But, they're just meant to be. I feel it."
Star Inagawa: She remains all but curled around him while he moves, her fingers still toying in his hair so that the woman she is ignoring can't see the fact the strands are moving. When he leans, she moves to stand, and looks over his shoulder at the one he is speaking to. Astarte does not care about the subject matter, only that she is near her favorite mate. Her King. The one most beloved in her dark, dark heart. Her obsession.
cuzZIMcares: The woman started in on a character named Patch and went off on the plagues of the bad guy Stepheno and Ba'al started going off like he was the biggest Days of our Lives' fanboys there ever was lost in his stories. The pair were yacking it up too, laughing and sighing like they were characters in the plots themselves sighing over the lovers and tragedies. Finally the woman said, "If only I had the chance to meet someone like that. I never will here. No one will ever love me. Not like this." And Ba'al stood up from his chair and moved to her bedside edge sitting closely and looked at her face softly, all without touching her. He said nothing, but there was something intense yet somehow fragile going on between the pair of eyes. He eventually whispered, "I'll never let you be alone." And tear fell down the woman's cheek. She started to reach out but withdrew like she knew touching was forbidden. But, Ba'al took her hand and held it to his chest, still in silence.
Star Inagawa: The instinct to roll her eyes was felt and followed. Her fingers strung along, then ignoring his hair to dance down the middle of his back slowly - tipping gently against his human form's spine while she watched him in action with the woman. How sweet, how romantic. She did admire the flare for manipulation, really. It was something that they shared. An artistic talent, in the world of demons. Most all of them had it, of course - but the levels which she reached, and he reached? That was something which was rare and beautiful to behold. Regardless, to see the human woman looking in to his eyes like that caused her to sneer, though she made no noise towards it. There was a gear rolling in her head, of course. Such want for affection within such a human-based whale could make for a merry joke. She reached out then, picking at the passions which drifted in from the flock which Ba'al kept. It was something to ask after later. As she began to sense out the passions, she drew away from him slightly, her tongue running softly over her teeth.
cuzZIMcares: Ba'al made an ever so slight movement that the human would not be able to pick up but Astarte would see the invisible result and that was an invisible imp who showed up communicating with Ba'al on a level outside the human's perception. Then he popped out as quickly as he came and just after Ba'al's cell rang and he made a hesitant to let go motion, his eyes looking like it would be painful to glance away from the other woman. Then he let go and picked up his phone looking down at the screen. "I'm sorry. I.. I... I have to take this." He pushed the button on and answered "This is ZIM" and started to walk away towards the door but told the imp on the phone (because yes he asked that imp to save him from the moment, a good standard falsifier) to hold on and he covered the mouthpiece and looked back at the woman and smiled softly. "I'll be back. Just like always. I wouldn't watch an episode without you." And with a shier duck of his head turned to leave, the woman with a whole new world of wishful thinking to keep her clutching to the life she barely had. But, once out the door he just hung up the phone. There was no real phone call of neccessity.
Star Inagawa: She was leaning against the wall when he came out of the door, clicking his phone off. One delicate eyebrow was arched softly, and there was a rather playful smirk on her face. Her hands were on her softly rounded hips, and she was 'dressed' in one of the many gowns which he'd decided to present her with in their time together. Long, dark hair spilled over her breasts. They were still tender and rather swollen with the milk she was producing for their newborn. She'd left the child in the care of the Imps, having to be horribly forceful over it while the little creatures screamed and pleaded with her not to be left alone with the newest in the collection of her offspring.
"You know it is a great achievement to make my stomach turn when it comes to romantic affections being contorted to fit the infernal regime." Astarte stated, moving towards him with a flourish of long, illusion made skirts, and a soft bounce to the pliant, marble-crafted breasts.
cuzZIMcares: Ba'al shirked a shoulder. "All romantic affections make my stomach turn. That's called training. Time tested training in action. I'm a rock." He was gloating he could do anything as his eyes trailed down the dress, taking note it was one of his.
Star Inagawa: She couldn't help a soft giggle, and she dipped in to a curtsy without a word. Astarte's eyes remained playful. They were what they were, and yet somehow, there they were. Even after all that time. "As always an idol for us all, my King." Was the soft statement that came afterward, as she rose up from the show of worship for him. Her arms went behind her back then, and she tilted her head softly - her expression one which was kittenish as she twirled a tress around her finger while she approached him.
cuzZIMcares: "As always." He repeated before looking at his phone again "If you'll excuse me? I have some affairs to attend to." Then he turned an about face and walked in the opposite direct.