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paixaorpg2006-12-24 01:26 pm
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a glass of ice water [completed]
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.
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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Ah. But the way that Lucifer looked at hir made Mad Hatter feel butterflies fluttering in hir stomach. There wasn’t the pure disdain, he looked… pleased. That unspoken glance spoke louder than thousand of compliments.
Thank you. Sie wanted to say but the words died on hir lips. Lucifer walked off, shooting them a farewell glance. Belial picked up hir goblet high, biding good-bye to the Emperor sie had served for so long (and still did, in hir heart, Lucifer would be the first). Then, sie drank - the wine was frozen in ice, it melted in hir mouth.
When Mad Hatter was done, sie scanned the network, trying to seek any clue of Desire. In hir quest, Belial found an interesting angel. Ohoh. What a fun they could have with him. Before starting to type a new entry for hir journal, the demon smiled, giving a calculating gaze to Despair.
“Not a single reply of your twin, Lady,” Belial announced, features darkening. “But, would you like to help yours truly with some games? One is very, very bored.”
((OOC: Complete? :D )).