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Clown and Branzy were sitting on his bed in his room. He was wrapping a bandage around Branzys wrist. He was trying incredibly hard to concentrate on that, but when looking directly at the holographic purple and blue swirls all across Branzys skin, it was incredibly difficult.
Clown had long given up at ever seeing Branzys markings but… there they were.
The marks on Branzys face were mostly straight lines coming from his neck and ending at each individual freckle, they made them look like shooting stars. The markings would get swirlier and swirlier the closer they got to his fingertips.
But Clown couldn’t continue to think about it, when Branzy said he was covered in scrapes, he wasn’t kidding. There were a ton of them, coating his entire body. No doubt from running through plant life all day, trying to shake attackers.
“Sorry.” Branzy eventually said after sitting in silence for a while.
“For what?” Clown asked, incredibly confused.
“Um, I don’t really know, I just feel sorry. For killing Zam maybe?”
Clown froze for a moment. Watching Branzy kill Zam, or well make Zam kill himself, was one of the best things he had ever seen in his life.
Watching the smoke poor from Branzys mouth, the snakes start slithering and constrict around Zam. Clown could feel his heart racing the entire time. It also felt like someone was blowtorching his face.
“Branzy…” Clown willed his words to sound confident, in reality he felt more like he was melting. “The stunt you pulled with Zam was the single greatest thing I’ve seen in my life.”
Branzy looked away from Clown covering his face.
“Did a say something wrong?” Clown thought to himself, he didn’t know why but he was mentally panicking.
“Clown… I think a have a cut on my back… can you look at it?” Branzy asked
Clown obliged and Branzy turned around.
Clown gently pulled up the back of Branzys shirt to look. Clown had to hold in a breath as he saw all of the different markings painted across Branzys back. He had to use all of his will power not to touch the two slits were all the markings seemed to originate.
“T-the two slits… are those were your wings are tucked in?”
“Yeah, the cut isn’t around them is it?”
“No it’s lower.”
Clown carefully patched up the small cut before returning to treat Branzys arms.
“Clown?” He could barely hear Branzy, the question was only ever so slightly above a whisper.
“Yes?”
“Could I see your hair?” Branzy whispered, it almost sounded like Branzy didn’t want Clown to hear. Branzy stammered out much louder; “I-if it’s a-against the rules- or law- or whatever… it’s fine- I-I don’t really know w-why I as-“
“Branzy.” Clown cut him off. “I’m the king of hell. All demons power ultimately comes from me. I make the law. If I want to change something the demons just have to deal with it.”
Clown gently grabbed Branzys chin and turned his face towards him, until he could see those beautiful purple eyes. Then he reached up and un-did the latches holding the jester hat to his mask and carefully took it off.
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Branzy couldn’t help gasping a little as he saw the the wavy black hair fall from the jester’s hat.
He didn’t expect Clown to actually take the hat off, it was a dumb question that was definitely spurred on from lack of sleep.
Yet here he was staring at Clowns hair. It was long and wavy with bangs that looked like they were chopped up with a random knife, the entire cut actually looked chopped up with a knife.
“It probably was.” Branzy thought to himself before it dawned on him that he was probably the first person to see Clowns hair in years.
And his horns.
Branzy suddenly realized that Clowns hat never moved when it was on his head, and it was because of the two massive curled horns on the side of his head that curled back into the hat. Clown also had a set of smaller more traditional demon horns. Both sets were black with with gold card suits painted across them.
In another stupid decision, definitely only made because of the lack of sleep, Branzy reached out to touch Clowns hair.
Clown grabbed Branzys hand and guided it into his hair, Branzy started playing with it, twisting it around his fingers.
They stayed like that for a while. Branzy didn’t realize how close Clown had gotten.
“Would you like to see my face BranzyCraft?” Clowns voice cut through the silence. Branzy froze. He had no idea how to respond to that. He was suddenly very aware of how close he was to Clown but couldn’t will himself to move.
Clown grabbed Branzys hand and guided it to the back of his head, underneath a large strap holding his mask in place. Branzy felt a smaller strap underneath with a metal clasp of some kind.
“Twist it around your finger three times and click.” Clown whispered.
Branzy did what was instructed, twisting the clasp round and… click.
Branzy saw Clowns mask loosen, no longer perfectly in place.
Branzy watched as Clown slowly lifted the mask off. The band got stuck on his horns for a moment before the mask was fully discarded.
Clown leaned back slightly, letting Branzy get the full look.
He was beautiful.
His face both did and didn’t look like what he expected. Clowns left eye was black, like you couldn’t see the pupil black. His right eye was a velvety red.
It also looked like Clown had a lot of natural blush.
He had a black diamond marking under his right eye and he had thin lips.
His top lip was black and his bottom lip was a bright red.
The most surprising thing though, was a thin scar across his mouth, it was cut in a way were it almost looked like a twisted smile.
Clown was smiling currently, a soft, gentle smile, he almost looked… nervous? Branzy wasn’t used to reading Clowns face.
Branzy made his third, probably-bad-decision-made-from-lack-of-sleep, and cupped Clowns in his hand and started tracing the scar with his thumb.
Clown leaned into the touch.
Branzy just registered that Clowns pupil was shaped like a diamond, he only registered it because it swapped to a heart shape, it looked like a slot machine.
“Who…?” Branzy was making a lot bad decisions today. It was hard to remember the man gently leaning into his hand was, in fact, the single most dangerous man alive.
“My father.” Clown responded “said it was “so I’d always stay smiling even when I had my mask on.” Same day I got the thing. I don’t know if it was tradition or what. Never saw his face to check.” Clown said it like he was discussing the weather.
“How many people have seen your face?”
“My adult face? Only you.”
Branzy froze for a moment. It made sense but… it was surprising. Branzy felt weirdly guilty about knowing this… it wasn’t exactly a secret, but this information about Clown. Luckily Branzy had something of equal value to give.
Branzy took a deep breath and exercise the muscles in his back, it’s been a while since he’s used them.
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Branzy had gone silent, Clown wondered if he said, or did something wrong, but Branzy hadn’t removed his hand from Clowns face.
Then a sight that he’d long since wrote off as impossible, a set of pink Fae wings.
“Oh.” Clown felt like he just fell from a skyscraper, in a good way.
They were stunning. They were this light lavender pink color, shaped like butterfly wings, that looked like they were made from stained glass crossed with flower petals.
“A-are they delicate?” Clown eventually choked out.
Branzy laughed in response. “They look it don’t they?” Branzy reached out and tugged on the wing. “There actually pretty durable, feel a little like rubber to the touch. They are sensitive though so don’t pull that hard.”
Clown took that as permission to touch the wings, and you didn’t have to tell him twice.
Branzy was right, they did feel a bit like rubber. Wet rubber. Clown came to the realization that the wings were sparkling with blood.
Clowns heart had been hopelessly fluttering this entire interaction, but know, it felt like someone shot him.
Clown physically clutched his chest.
“Are you ok-“
Clown cut Branzy off.
“There beautiful… You’re beautiful.”
Clown reached out with his coated hand, and started connecting Branzys freckles with a thin line of blood.
Branzy didn’t move away, just laughed as red was smeared across his face. Clown figured anyone less insane than the two of them might scream from this interaction, but not his BranzyCraft.
Oh.
Clown finally figured out why Parrot was so annoyed when he brought up his “heart problems.”
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Branzy didn’t mind the blood on his face. It was warm. Branzy could never figure out why people were so scared of blood, the red color was so pretty. Yet people would always at the very least squirm and get uncomfortable at the sight of the red liquid.
Branzy understood that usually blood being out of the body usually ment pain but even when the liquid came out completely naturally and painlessly, like his wings emerging, people would still scream.
Most people would probably scream with Clownpierce being so close to them as well.
Branzy wasn’t used to seeing Clowns expressions, but he looked insane certainly.
He wanted him closer.
Clown was smiling all the way now, his teeth were visible, they were sharp. Branzy wondered how sharp. They would probably break skin if he bit someone. By someone he met himself and he was practically salivating at the thought.
Clown pulled away a little once he was done painting Branzys face. Branzy wanted to bite him. His own teeth could sharpen, as long as he tasted blood.
He settled for pulling Clown back down on top of him. He stopped when Clowns face was just inches away from his own.
Clown looked shocked, before settling into his new position.
“You want something?” Clown teased.
“Kiss me already before I rob you of that chance.”
Clown obliged.
Branzy could feel his eyes roll back into his head. Clowns lips were softer then he thought they would be. But the force was enough to push Branzys head back into the pillow.
Clown pulled away before kissing him again. He did this repeatedly.
“You’re supposed to stick your tongue into my mouth now.” Branzy eventually said.
“You sure? My tongue isn’t exactly normal.” Clown said it with a smirk.
Branzy decided to demonstrate what he wanted. Switching the two’s positions so he was on top and sticking his tongue into Clown’s mouth.
Clown got the idea and took over spinning around again, and this time pinning Branzys arms.
Branzy felt Clowns tongue in his mouth, it wasn’t particularly odd. Just long. Branzy decided not to mention his slight disappointment. It was still good, and what Branzy really wanted were those teeth. Preferably, embedded in his skin.
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Clown pulled away and out of Branzys mouth. He was hoping the fact that he’s never kissed anyone before, let alone make out with someone, wasn’t to obvious.
Branzy seemed happy about his current position, pinned underneath Clown, so he wasn’t to worried.
“Bite me.”
Clown got slightly startled at that request. It’s not that he didn’t want to it was more just;
“Branzy my teeth are incredibly sharp, if I bite you it’s going to break skin, instantly.”
Branzy looked like he just got handed a cake.
“Oh it better. Bite me.”
“Only if you bite me after.”
Clown knew what Branzy wanted, mainly because he also wanted his skin to have a nice bite mark in it, but he wanted to be sure.
Clown pulled Branzys shirt down until he could see his collar bone, and bit.
Clown felt Branzy move under the pressure of his teeth, and he could hear the moan he let out. Clown could taste the coppery liquid in his mouth, oh it felt like he finally got oxygen after a lifetime of not breathing.
Clown pulled out before biting again on Branzys shoulder. And again, and again.
Then he felt the sharp pressure on his own neck.
“Did you just bite through my shirt?” Clown asked once Branzy pulled away.
“I considered ripping it off first but I was to hungry. Remove it, and you’re pants when you’re at it.”
Clown obliged.