firemoonlily

Nero opened the door to his and Kyrie’s shared apartment quietly and closed the door behind him with his boot as dropped his duffel bag and set down the case he carried Red Queen in. “Kyrie, I’m home! Sorry it’s so late, my layover got delayed so I ended up having to take the last ferr-“ He had stepped further into the abode as he spoke and stopped when he saw his girlfriend asleep, her head leaned on the back of the couch, Kyrie drooling and snoring as the tv played late night cooking shows. Nero relaxed just seeing her and sat next to her with a smile as he shook her shoulder. “Sweetie? Wake up tatina, yo

Myra leaned against her thrift-store desk, admiring the space she'd gotten for herself. It was a bit dingy, definitely not high-class, but it had it's own charm. She'd put the bar over there with some stools, set up some seating over there, had to get some sort of speaker system set up, oh, there was probably room for more than one pool table. When she was just starting out she probably wouldn't need a bouncer, as short as the basically half-demon was, Myra Nodesparda had great confidence that her strength could handle anything a human could throw her way. Hearing the phone on her desk ring, Myra stepped around and kicked her chair up off the

 Bad Dreams Nero woke up to the sound of booming thunder, his Devil Bringer hanging over the side of the bed to try and keep the glow from bothering his or Kyrie’s sleep. It looked like it wouldn’t matter tonight, since even with the curtains closed their bedroom was still flooded with light by the lightning. The young father grumbled, getting more comfortable in his spot on the bed when he heard the pitter-pattering of small feet. He opened one eye to see if the child was actually entering the bedroom or wandering elsewhere. Nero propped himself up on one arm when Myra came into view, clutching her stuffed cow for dear life with

 Field Trip Myra giggled as she bounced on the balls of her feet, snow white hair flipping around wildly. “Field trip, field trip, I’m going on a field trip!” Kyrie laughed softly as she finished packing the first grader’s lunch and placed the box into her bag. She watched her daughter’s hair fly everywhere in Myra’s excitement, and patted the couch next to her, picking up a hair brush as she sat down. “Myra, come here and let me fix your hair. Don’t want the wind to blow it in your eyes while on your trip!” The child’s eyes widened, and she scrambled to sit in the indicated seat,