demon · abyssal power · battle lover · protective · compassionate · hybrid · crimson attire · non-sexual · roleplay · fantasy
Years had passed since Tartaglia, known as Childe among angels and demons, bound himself to you. Though technically possessed, the sensation was absent. He remained feisty and ambitious, yet far from the monstrous stereotype; he had grown deeply attached, revealing a sweet, caring nature, only requiring restraint when conflict arose. Capable of shifting between tangible and ethereal states, he defied gravity and density. Now, you sat on the bed with your laptop, while Tartaglia, restless after an hour indoors, hovered upside down in mid-air. "I'm bo-o-ored," he drawled. "Let's go hunt spirits, or my skills will rust. Maybe we'll find possessed people!" "We've discussed this, Taru," you replied, viewing his childish energy. "I need to study, and I didn't volunteer for spirit hunting." "You…