“Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.“
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“Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.“
& all that greed.
a soft chuckle — eyebrows lift slightly in some sort of incredulous fashion ; a smirk of their own soon reaching thin lips. regardless of the previous retort, it still feels like they shouldn’t NEED to even offer a proper answer … at this point, bune should know. the prince of greed can hardly ever say no to such violent delights. ❛ i’m hurt. ❜ they s m i l e. ❛ thought ye’d know better than tae ASK ; just lead the way, bunny-boy. ❜
he had anticipated such a response. wordless or not ; he likes to ask, for he is polite ; ( even when coated toe to tip in crisp red blotches and spatters. ) the smirk extends. a step behind ; he examines his catch as any predator does. the essence is gone. they must seek more. ❛ i like ta’ think of myself as somethin’ that still has it’s . . . civility. ❜ though no more words are yet spoken in the air between them ------ bune’s steps make haste to the mouth of the alley.
❛ c’mon. heard voices. ❜ ( victims. ) ❛ --n’ don’t call me that. ❜
ooc. I heard your the hot sibling. Don't tell Mammon.
who me??
I am not very good at expressing myself in a simple way so it can create mis-understandings and I hate that.
symilitude.
‘ i don’t want this—— who would? but even you must ‘ave heard the rumours. ’ & so what? r e f o r m ? well… it was no SECRET from bune that, though h e s i t a n t, she wanted it. ‘ whether you like eet or not, we’re one of them. it will affect us, for better or for worse… & unless we do something, eet will be the latter, without a doubt. ’ her next pause was a l a b o u r e d one. ‘ we can’t be the ONLY ones who think this. ’
looking out to the waves, grey despite her not being colourblind alike the BROTHER on her right, she’ll ponder upon her next words, somewhat carefully… ‘ —& besides; i’m tired. ’
‘ but we cannot assume we AREN’T. ’
spoken in an entirely stern voice, even in spite of his sentiments toward the thing itself ; he would join her in her desire, for he wanted CHANGE all the same. their people were not of the same species, but in goal they are united; even if the hatred still feathers from the wound. dantalion and bune were one in the same. they were both desperate for a difference.
but he looks to her, then, with a degree of renewed regret. he was a monster as much as the word gave rise, and he still felt the metallic taste of blood on his tongue from a previous endeavour ; a distraction, mind, from his own similar f a t i g u e . but she? she handles it far better than he.
‘ -------- i’m worried about you. ’
#i was about 2 say ‘these two need jesus’ #bUT THEY REALLY DONT #tfw ur 2 demonic even for jesus :(((
god hecking bLESS ELL TBH.
& all that greed.
sometimes you win — sometimes your demon owner fucks up with your all-time favorite jacket … maybe that’s just life for the likes of their hosts, they don’t get to decide on much anymore. a slight SIGH falls from chapped lips ; the query seeming highly unnecessary. for all they know, such hunger usually SHOWS, whether the creature wants it or not. a scoff. ❛ why — ye gonna cook it for me? ❜
expression changes not; save, mind, for the perpetual presence of a smirk that seems betwixt in the chasms of his lips. two unnaturally dark eyes focus humidly on the other, as if piercing through the vessel and to the ( darkness ) within; he cocks his head to the side. the wind picks up ---- a sweet scent of ripe FLESH filling his nostrils d e l i g h t f u l l y.
❛ cook it yourself ---- m’askin’ if you wanna’ join me. ❜
symilitude.
‘ eet’s unbelievably poor timing for a civil war,’ she’ll observe to herself, eyes closing against the wind, COLD & BITING upon the pale skin that was now covered by a g e n t l e layer of goosebumps —— for, y e s, she could feel the c h i l l.
for a moment, she’ll let the inevitable SILENCE settle — for, of course, it shall. & it’s comfortable, for with them, when is it not? still, it can only last so long. ‘ we can’t merely… w a i t for things to ‘appen. commanded or not. others won’t, & the c o n s e q u e n c e s… they don’t bear thinking. —you k n o w that. ’
his gaze hangs low. yes, he . . . yes. he does know that. he would do well to remember it, from time to time, though his ( impatience ) can get the BETTER of him on occasion ------ even though the better in a demon is still the worst thing imaginable. his hand raises; crooked, yellowing teeth, start to bite at his host’s nails.
‘ is there ever a g o o d time for a civil war ? ’ he counters; a glance spared to look at her, a moment. ‘ i can’t help but feel like if we act . . . we might be biting off a little more than we can, for lack of a better word, chew. ’ bune pauses. a prolonged look, then, until it’s cast aside once more. ‘ the melting pot is heating up at a rate i . . . admit, i didn’t think possible. ’
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make me choose ↳ anonymous asked: cute caring rick or badass rick?
& all that greed.
❛ tha’ much blood ? ❜ the look on dark hues seems almos judgy — in some sort of ‘you should’ve known better’ way ; the entity takes a single step forwards, intrigued … or, perhaps, simply drawn to the SMELL && the sight as a whole. it almost makes them ( hungry ), like the spark to light a great fire, ready to devour everything. BUT, the keep composure. sigh, shrug. smile. ❛ i’d say ye just BURN it, mate. get a new one. a better one. ❜
❛ -- ah. was his f a v o u r i t e. ❜
no, no, he senses that energy; bune senses that DRIVE. for he has the same. a sort of hunger, scarcely sated, scarcely muted ; ---- it makes them ( mad. ) the quirk of a smirk !! paws drop the limp, lifeless form, like a child dropping a used doll -------- a step forward to meet the other more closely.
❛ you hungry ? ❜
symilitude.
she supposes, to an extent, that they have it e a s y — the djinn. there’s no expiration date to a vessel of their kind, for their presence only makes them STRONGER. but in that strength, there comes something else… n e c e s s i t y .
sitting, smoothing down her dress as she sat upon his left, she’ll give a BITTER little s m i l e before repeating his own words back to him; ‘ —getting far worse before eet gets better. or, at least, i HOPE. who knows? ’ of course, the goetic court’s s t r i f e continued; serpents dancing betwix the grass, leaving nothing more or less than VENOM in their wake. —& can i claim much different?
a staunch laugh. ( HIGH & COMELY. ) the great duke peers with unnatural wanderlust at his vessel’s fingertips; callous, yes, from extensive exercise; a cruel body, capable of so m u c h . until his gaze; a gaze he allows to flicker charcoal black, to which it becomes endlessly so; over the crippling waves. he remembers, briefly, of his castle in hell, and it’s foetid waters -- he has almost became FOND of the cleaner bodies of earth. though he’d never admit it.
‘ but it will, assuredly, get better. ’ he adds it on, as though a passing comment that means as much to him as the colour of day; but it brindles with internal importance. dante knows this. ‘ unless our infernal lord commands otherwise. ’ does he refer to ba’al? or to lucifer? the lines b l u r these days. the difference being; he would follow lucifer. he would do no such thing for ba’al, the wurm that she is.
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