Connall Threads - Blog Posts

He laughed once and groaned at the realization of what help meant. "Dante's never gonna let me live that down, you know." It was still so strange to him- having people around. Having help. When he'd been tied to a criminal empire for decades, he'd been sent out to maim and kill by himself. Even when he'd still been with the fae, he'd always hunted on his own. That was how his kind worked. They brought death, and death was a solitary experience. He appreciated that Lady was the same way. She could handle herself. More than that though, she could apparently handle both of them along with the demon that they'd been dispatched to take out. She was something else.

"You kidding?" Connall reached up to grab the hand brushing through his hair and sat up. He didn't release her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze instead. "I'd've been fucked without you. You're the one who got both of us out of there. If you're blaming yourself, you better cut that shit out right now." He didn't want Lady to feel badly about what happened, and she couldn't be dragging guilt around. They'd be back to work in no time. Neither of them could bring anything into a fight that would make them hesitate. "Lady-" he let go of her hand only to grab her face when she started offering things. "Lady, stop. Relax. I'm okay. Are you?"

For someone who's been surrounded by both humans and demons her whole life, being around someone like Connall was refreshing. He was such a fascinating creature and the more Lady worked in this branch, the more she learned about what really is out there, it went beyond hell and demons she constantly battled. Once he stopped whittering around and actually lied down, her gaze took in his exposed torso, focusing on the wounds that were getting better with each passing minute. Lady wasn't phased with the way he healed, she's seen it before, and considered them with such ability lucky bastards.

As he asked her directly how did she pull it off, a small smirk graced her lips. "I had some help."the brunette admitted and she scooted a bit closer to him once he relaxed back onto the bed. Fingers carefully brushed through his thick locks. "Had to make sure we get you out of there safely, since it was basically my fault you got hurt in the first place."she murmured with a little sigh. While he was down, she gave it a thought, did a bit of a rewind - aside from the fact they were ambushed, Lady lost a moment of focus and nearly got pinned down. She's been in a lot of life threating situations, but having Connall with her today really saved her this time. "Tell me are you hungry? Thirsty? I could fix us something up. It's been long twenty-four hours."

Connall couldn't remember the last time something had actually taken him down. He was a hunter. This was what he'd been doing for centuries. Now, waking up with his mind foggy and an ache at his side, he wondered what he'd gotten himself into by agreeing to be a part of this team. Still, even now, he thought it was better than being beholden to some gang leader. He'd traded one pact for another, but that was what his kind did. At the end of the day, someone had to give the hound something to hunt. Demons were as good a prey as any.

So it could have been worse. He rolled onto his back with a light groan and began pushing himself up onto his elbows. Then Lady was at his side and holding him still. "Sorry," he grumbled, realizing that he'd still been quadrupedal when he'd blacked out. It couldn't have been easy for her to get an oversized hound to safety. "And thanks," sitting up properly, Connall looked down at his bare torso. There was still some black blood around where he'd been gored by the demon. The gashes had almost completely knit themselves back together though. The ache was dull. Bearable. "I'm good. I'm good. Fuck," he huffed as he fell back onto the bed and looked up at Lady, thoroughly impressed with her even as his face remained blank. "How did you even pull that off?"

open to males and females 30+ (m if romantic)

plot; marry ann arkham aka lady, devil may cry inspired. lady has been working with your muse closely hunting down demons and those who wanted to achieve whatever agenda they had using demons as their asset. as a former lieutenant of the darkcom, she has a team people behind her who are scattered all over but do bounty work with her. on one of the missions your muse gets hurt and knocked out and lady saves you. hiding in one of her safe houses, she is taking care of your wounds.

One had to take perfect care of the weapons they use. There was no room for mistake on the field, she has learned that many years ago. Creatures of hell didn't scare her, no - she grew up with a monster in her own home, being her father who she later on put a bullet into. After everything that happened with Darkcom, Lady preferred working alone, but that was hardly ever the case. Dante has been part of her life for many years now, but unlike him she couldn't heal so it took more training, more precision, all the time, to stay sharp and focused.

She was about to finish cleaning one of her guns when they began stirring on the bed and immediately she jumped to her feet to their side. The red and blue-ish eyes immediately scanned over their features, and grabbed onto their shoulders to keep them steady. "Hey, hey, calm down - you're safe now."she hushed and urged them, to not strain too much as they'll need time to heal. "Once again you left me to do all the heavy lifting. Typical of you, really. And you're heavy to drag around, you know? I do work out but damn - you put on some muscle yourself."Lady teased in an attempt to lighten up the mood. "Tell me if you're hurting? I can give you something if so."