Tag: °˖✧ { ʟɪʟɪᴛʜ } ✧˖° (replies)

DAMNED.

                “Infernal“  blood  grew  cold.  Vivid  hues  widen,  now  disturbed  as  her
  focus  shifts  to  him  from  her  peripherals.    A  once  lackluster  train  ride  now  a
  growing  concern.‘  It’s…  Diluted.  Happens  when  your  family  is  old  as  dirt…  ’ 

                Izumo’s  eyes  return  forwards,    coming  to  glare  at  the  pale  hands

  that  clenched  her  cellphone  in  her  lap.      ‘  …  Are  there  any  more  like  us

  nearby?  You  know——   the  DAMNED.             Since  I  obviously  can’t  tell.  ’

     

———❝ You’ll get a nose for it, eventually — for better or worse, demons can be quite useful. ❞
He folded the paper over his thigh, finding himself suddenly disinterested in the article he’d been reading. It was evident the man was of foreign blood, but you couldn’t tell it by how he spoke. His tongue hadn’t the slightest of accents.

       The man frowned, rubbing his forearm as if her words hadn’t struck a chord. The parallels in her statement certainly made him wonder.

     

❝ But damned is such a harsh word for a girl whose only sin is the blood coursing through her veins? ❞

BENI.

arm extends  &&  fingertips soon come to PINCH 
the lit end of their cigarette   –   the smell was beginning
to give him a headache.  he can’t fuss at them for their
vices but perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to take a little break.
“ . . chew gum for a while. ”   //  @faustium  ♥

         ———❝ Oh sorry, I didn’t realize you were there… ❞
He couldn’t die from a blackened lung. Body unchanged by the years, all wounds healed. There were the few that mattered: two thin scars under the breast, a burn on the back of his neck, and a birthmark above his left hip bone.

       

❝ I should really quit. ❞

DEVIL.

    “ Bold to assume m’self would have to make bargains for power , tha clearly has grits for brains if tha believes such. Proper devils gain power from ambition alone , if souls were ones aim for satin hunger tha would already be a husk . “ Stiff inhale , cigarette holder stuck between index and middle digits. Didn’t like the smell of this one , evident by wrinkled blue skin around there nose. This one stinks. “ What business does tha have in these parts? Rare that ones such come for reasons none. “

         ———❝ Let’s pretend some infernal types from other gates like to… partner up to maximize capital. ❞
The very essence of devils imbues power to those who seek it. Rarely do you find demons that care little for personal gain, and still cling to values of old. Perhaps the immortal man was blessed to find such a devil. Perhaps it was merely by chance he stumbled into the contract. Either way, he had come for a reason, and the blue mask was beginning to grow eager with it.

       

❝ … Hypothetically speaking, would it be hard to return home? ❞

MRS. STEEL.

“I’m glad.” Lucy was glad to hear he enjoyed the race, it was, after all, one of her shared dreams with her husband. It gave the young girl happiness to hear the contestants’ responses, short or not.

“Oh? that’s kind to offer.” Lucy lifts her hand and held it out for the horse to sniff. “It’s been a good while since I was up close to a horse, personally.”

          ———❝ She’s an old cunt, but I think that’s what makes her as good as she is. ❞
He smiled at that, petting her white snout with his gloved fingers. The racer paused, eyes then turning to Lucy.

         

❝ Have you heard of the Spanish Riding School of Vienna? I actually purchased her from this order after they concluded she was too stubborn to ride. ❞

         

Something he personally found to be the winning ingredient.

GHOST KID.

… Caught; though he tried to not be noticed so quickly he managed a few days of silence; taking in the fact that – Jesus shitting Christ, he wasn’t in the place he died in; and — this place was snazzy as fuck. Micah did his bit of poking his head around; watching the guy sleep a few nights; the shower wasn’t all that impressive when he watched from the ceiling; but hey; what was a horny teen ghost meant to do? 

Eyes moved from one end of the balcony to the next, allowing translucent feet to rest on the metal bar, or at least mimic standing on it like he was about to jump off. “You know, I honestly have no idea. Like one minute I was in my death building place of fire and soot boredom; the next, here I was. Watching ya sleep, which looked really comfortable by the way.”

A snap of fingers and the disguise melted away; something he got the hand of with his new abilities as an undead, but the clinging to the hot guy; not a clue on how that happened. “After, by the way. Nice pair, bud. Serious B cup going on there. Also — you’re not a cop.” Micah saw a whole bunch of nothing to suggest this guy was part of the force. But he didn’t push on, instead he twisted on his toes and faced the building again. “Mind if I crash here?” 

         ———Elliot took a long drag, eyes shut as he let the spirit speak.
Something about how the boy died put a bad taste in his mouth. He blinked, waving off the nausea and gathering his thoughts precisely. How would he go about this? It wasn’t like the ghost had much mobility, nor could he communicate further than the usual medium or seer.

       

❝ Really, if you want some answers, I’d be fine with giving them to you so long as you live here. ❞
He held out an open palm, taking a final drag off his cigarette before putting it out on his bare skin. The pain in his hand was meager compared to what he was used to; the man’s threshold had become somewhat alarming over the years. Dropping the butt, he waited with his hand open as the deep burn quickly reformed into fair skin.

       

❝ To start, my name is Elliot, and I’m a hundred and seven. ❞

DEVIL.

@faustium

 “ Tha is in a strange place for stranger things still , bargains for power with great creatures at the cost of what? Not much humans can offer that greater devils can’t simply take. Tha is either brave or stupid , higher chances on tha’s stupidity. "

          ———❝ One thing they can’t take is a sense of humor. Suppose the humor and the other things have kept me alive this far… ❞
He paused, squinting at the shorter woman for a moment.

         

❝ Do you speak from experience, Devil? ❞

???

fingertip CIRCLES rim of his glass with half – lidded cerise eyes slowly being AVERTED to look toward company.  company whose voice does take him by surprise but perhaps not nearly as much compared to if he HADN’T known they were there prior.  the smell of cigarette smoke settles in his nostrils  ,  a scent he knew all too well but NOT because he smoked.  he knows very well it’d linger on him for hours to come as it BLEEDS into the very threads of his clothing.  “ do i ?   –   it’s not often brought up. ”

              ———❝ Let’s say I have an eye for that sort of thing. ❞
The burn of tobacco settled into his lungs, a scorch that could not nearly compare to the feeling of fire on the back of his neck. Somehow, in some way, the man beside him had triggered his passive perception. Humans never quite gave the same lingering feeling, not if they were truly as normal as they say.

             

❝ I’ve  been told I look pretty young for my age — how does a hundred and seven look to you? ❞