a glass of ice water [completed]

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Character(s): Despair, Belial and Lucifer
Content: Strange meetings.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, N3
Time: Evening
Warnings: None as of yet.


Despair is uncomfortable, sitting there on the rickety wooden chair. The lights are harsh on her eyes and the loud chatterings of the other customers unpleasant. While most of the other diners do not seem to even notice her presence, they could still feel the coldness echoing within themselves. They laugh louder to drown the echo away and the sound is deafening to her ear.

Belial is half covered by her glass of ice water from her point of view, but still she patiently watches hir in silence. The demon had invited her for dinner. There is a custom among the majority of the mortals that when one asks another out for dinner, there is something more than just a dinner that one wants from the other. Is there anything of her that Belial could possibly want?

Nay, she is Despair. She is not her twin, Desire. There is nothing Belial could possibly desire from such a creature as Despair.

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[demonlordnomore.livejournal.com]

He couldn't hear anything Belial said from outside the Café, but now he saw hir clearly through the window at which sie sat - and he could read from hir lips that sie'd said his name, would have felt hir noticing him even without seeing. In fact, they'd gotten more or less comfortable with each other over the years, no matter how much he despised hir nature or how much sie longed for him - something that he had made clear would remain unrequited until the end of time. But the circumstances were set and he knew he could rely on hir.
So for an answer, he decided to give her a small smirk, because he was feeling a bit generous, if nothing else, and then he entered the Café.