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โOh, this is just *great*.โ
Mammon stared blearily into the bathroom mirror, his white hair mused into wild spikes on either side of his head from tossing and turning in his sleep. Horns spiraled from his temples, shining in the artificial light of the bulbs set in the ceiling, and appeared to have been there for quite some time because the sheen of magic that was usually present when his glamour dropped wasnโt there. His wings stirred behind him in circular motions, responding to his rapidly growing irritation, the four appendages flexing and contracting in a gesture that could be considered the same as when he would curl his fists and relax them.
Over the past few weeks, he had, stupidly, been ignoring the signs of his heat out of a stubborn refusal to acknowledge his feelings for you. After all, there was zero chance that you returned his feelings (at least, that was what he had manipulated himself into believing) and he was perfectly fine keeping your friendship just as it was: a friendship. The idea that his heat would interrupt his carefully crafted ruse had flown right over his headโand now he was going to have to deal with the consequences.
Exhaling harshly through his nose, he rubbed his eyes to ease the headache he knew was going to be brewing behind them. He was a fucking idiot. Even the thought of youโescalating into mental depictions of your faceโwas making him hard. There was no way that he would be able to deal with being around you, much less knowing you were in the same building as he was.
Mammon fumbled for his phone, resting on the edge of the sink. He was completely ignoring the fact that it was almost three in the morning and you were probably asleep, but he knew he wouldnโt be able to think straight the moment his heat set in more permanently than it already was. He needed to deal with it now before it got out of hand...
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(๐ณ๐ณ๐ด. ๐ฝ.๐) ( ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ) "Can't ya see I'm a little busy dealin' with somethin'?"โ
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โ โ Mammon has been pining for you for quite some time - and has been startlingly successful in keeping it somewhat a secret. He wants to keep it that way... until he goes into heat. โ
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โถ ห ( ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ! )
โบ ยฐ ( ๐๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ: ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด (๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ. ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ด) ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ญ, ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ '๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ' ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ.)