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{sister's plaything}:

— Pale lips curve.

Never has Arsenic met one who dared stand up to her. Never has she been shot down like this; and it’s almost as AROUSING as it is infuriating. She steps forth, once again close to Insomnia, tilting her head so her lips are near her ear. "You may be the First: BUT I AM WHAT COMES BEFORE. I am what comes AFTER, what will ALWAYS BE. You say your sister does not belong to Death? I AM DEATH. I AM CLAIMING HER. And I am claiming you. But not, perhaps, as a victim; regardless of who both of you are, you are my something. Always, always will my teeth be in your blood.” She tilts her head further, so her lips brush feather light over the side of her neck. Arsenic leaves unsaid but implied that she too would not mind being claimed; Insomnia is the first to challenge her and Arsenic would relish playing such a game with her. She almost would not mind submit- ting, either. "But — in that sense, then you too have a claim to me. I am all those things and perhaps you are too. I do not mind your teeth in my heart.”

Lips split to reveal viperous carnassials. It wasn't often people would willingly place themselves within close distance. Most times they were too entranced to even realize they were treading into the spider's snare until it was too late.

❝You're a bold one, aren't you? But, child, what are you but simple poison? My sisters and I and the rest of us...we define venom and more. We are parasites. We are plagues. Lay claim to Sadi all you want. But me? It's delusive. ❞

The gentle caress of lips against her skin entices another grin. They've already begun the games, Insomnia was aware of that. And they were both attempting to be the host of said games and create the rules. They were on par with each other, proving to be an interest to the embodiment.

❝I'll gladly bite into your heart on one condition. Either you admit that you are lower than us, or equal to us. If I were you, I'd gladly accept the latter without hesitation. Regardless, the things I'll do to you will have you seeing stars.❞

#aalbescent #{it's not late at all!! haha}#|No Sleep for the Queue|

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propping herself up onto a dumpster, tattooed legs swing slightly while red cracks her back. seemingly at ease now that she’s been in the presence of the other long enough. a large, more major demon crawls down the alleyway to wards red, jumping unto the dumpster to curl up next to her. not feeding, just making his property known to the other demons nearby. a more friendly one, this one was.

’ you’re preaching to the choir, miss. ‘

❝Is that so?❞

Slender figure leans against the nearest wall, tawny skin gleaming beneath the dim lamp of the light that hung over the building's side door. Lips purse and twist, waves of chocolate cascade over bare shoulders, reaching just above her chest. Salient optics PIERCE through the darkness despite her body being embraced by shadows.

#hauntedisms #{lmao}#{Insomnia already knows she doesn't sleep even if she doesn't KNOW her}#{she's able to tell if people sleep or not}#{and she dislikes those who can}#{uWu}#|No Sleep for the Queue|

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indie nyx from greek mythology. selective. oc friendly. previously noctedeae & titanessa. written by sleepy mango.

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You’re so cold, but you feel alive.

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I can’t sleep. I can’t calm down. It’s near impossible. It’s near impossible. I have insomnia. I have anxiety.

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It is an interesting game they play, far too interesting for Arsenic to want to stop, to even THINK of choosing Sadism over Insomnia. She’s played such territory games before, but never one so intriguing. “Oh, love. You have no idea what I’d like to do, rude or not.” She laughs then, loving the idea of Sadism viewing her as a plaything, when that is exactly how Arsenic thinks of her. She has not taken too kindly to being claimed in the past; though Sadism is incredibly attractive, Arsenic feels no desire to tie herself down to only one. Perhaps she’ll meet the other sisters and play with them, too! “You’ve got it backwards. She’s mine. I belong to no one. But I don’t mind pretending. It can be fun sometimes. — I have no siblings, so I don’t know. I think I’d much rather prefer the eldest.”

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Dark brows quirk with interest, a wry grin remaining plastered to flawless flesh. If anyone was good at playing games, it was the embodiment of insomnolence. A direct parasite to the human and animal cranium. Games were her dexterity. Always.

❝Regardless, I'm curious to find out.❞

But the simper is quick to dissipate, lips twisting at all angles possible. When the Devil comes knocking at your door, you'd be a fool to not welcome him with a cup of coffee and his favorite toys. Salient fangs await in the shadows until worth is revealed. Honor is then bestowed. When one fails to appreciate said benediction, cuspate serrations will strike and stain crimson. The vessel will not be salvaged. The soul will wither and never bear witness to Heaven's gates.

❝Pretending. My dear, as seducing as your tone is to me, you have lost me at your words. One of the First belonging to someone? The thought is asinine. I fully encourage you to continue in your pretending with Sadism, but I can see the shackles. She'll have your heart between her teeth before you even realize. Forced to watch as your gaze dulls and you're thrust into the depths of Purgatory ------ It'd be quite a sight...❞

Once. Twice. Thrice does her eyes blink, the overcoming black ink transcending back into prismatic optics, the clearing of her throat evidently emphatic to rid of the acrimonious tone that overpowered her everyday voice.

❝Please excuse and neglect my sudden behavior. The point I was getting at is it's impossible for Sadism to belong to someone. Not even Death himself lays full claim over my darling sister.❞

#aalbescent #{I am so sorry???}#{never have I seen this side of Insomnia before and it just scared the shit out of me}#{but I got a bit carried away with the reply??}#{and.....wow}#{I don't know if that's her getting pissed or what tbh}#{but omg yeah elsa is different from my most active ones at least}#{I have so many muses that are inactive atm so lol}

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She does not bother to hide her interest, her body instinctively tilting toward the other’s, eyes half suspicious and half AMUSED. “Do what you wish — but do not be surprised if your actions land you in a HOSPITAL.” She’s only half kidding; Arsenic has a twisted idea of fun and pleasure and surely this woman’s is the same. Though she certainly likes Sadism, there is yet no particular loyalty toward her, and Arsenic sees no problem spending time with her older sister. “Oh, that’s too bad, why?” Her voice is babying and MOCK PITYING. “Why does baby sister hate you? Are you just no fun?”

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The approach of Arsenic's body is enticing, eliciting the temptation and satisfying said urge to allow her gaze avowal to wander over the woman's figure. She was, without a doubt, gorgeous and an absolute catch. No wonder Sadism decided to keep her around and enjoy herself.

❝You wouldn't do that. That's far too rude.❞

The taunt mirrors that of the other, arms crossing just beneath her chest. The intrigue continues to increase and further feed the lust that dwells within her core. Restraint is a difficult task for Insomnia. Honestly, she hardly knows the meaning of the word.

❝I'm the one who taught her how to have fun. But perhaps the dislike emerges from my having the tendency to take her play things.❞

Low are her words, emitting through her lips with a gentle purr concealed behind.

❝We are still extremely close, though her favoritism aims toward our younger sister. Then again, everyone adores the baby of the family, don't they?❞

The same could be said for herself. She loved and cherished the youngest.

#aalbescent #{I should have; huh?}#{haha. the url is secretus-reginam}#{of course don't feel enticed to follow it if it's not to your liking uWu}

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it takes quite the effort to make red dislike someone. yet within moments of speaking to the mystery woman, she dislikes her. too condescending, & that’s saying a lot, coming from the homeless girl who’s friends with men in the mafia.

’ i’ve seen worse appear from the shadows. ‘

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A simper lines supple lips, needing to suppress a prying cachinnate. The wariness was evident, alongside animosity, but such an emotion towards her wasn't recondite. She'd lived many millennia and would experience every emotion known to the world. It wasn't vexing in the slightest.

❝There will always be worse things that lurk in shadows. It's wise to be aware of such critical entities.❞

#hauntedisms #{lmao she's just like 'be afraid or not I don't care'}#{idk insomnia's an asshole no lie lol}#{but I'm glad you're okay!}#{and yeah I saw your post about her haha}

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absently, she wonders why everyone keeps referring to her as such. maybe it’s those big eyes.

’ it might have something to do with how you just appeared. ‘

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Appearing from thin air is her vocation. Witnessing the timid trepidation in one's eyes has proven to be euphoric to her.

❝Then I apologize for the fright. You're okay now, correct? I wouldn't want to have to drag you to a hospital for giving you a heart attack.❞

#hauntedisms #{I miss you too sleepy mango ♥}#{you've been okay?}

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WHITE HEAD CANTS to the side, smirk curving her lips. She had not known Sadism has siblings; which one could this be? “Oh, right, THAT sister. — Have you come to meet me, or are you interested as well?” A dark laugh escapes parted lips and she does not hesitate to let her guard down. Sadism’s sister is surely as DANGEROUS as she, but she is also a KINDRED SPIRIT. Predators, but of the same kind. “Arsenic. I call myself Arsenic now. Might I have your name as well?”

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Lips part to allow a cachinnate an egress, an inveigling gleam in her vivacious optics. Introduction or interest? Who could possibly tell? Sadism wasn't one for sharing her victims, then again, Insomnia wasn't one to listen, especially to her younger sibling.

❝My intentions are unpredictable. There's no telling what I want to do to you, dear.❞

And that much is true. The parasitic personification could very much want simply to converse with someone only to end up corrupting them and watch them writhe without a glint of commiseration.

❝Insomnia. Older sister to darling Sadism. And sadly, her LEAST favorite sister. But...oh well.❞

#aalbescent #{uWu it makes me really happy that you miss me!}#{just as I have missed you!}#{I've mainly been on another blog and lost muse for my personifications but Im back now!}

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GREY EYES NARROW. “Of course you do. I’m famous.” She turns to face the other, tilting her head back, chin lifting regally. “Now, sweetheart, what have you done to EARN my name?”

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Dark brows arch at the provided boldness. Yes, she definitely had the right woman.

❝And feisty, too. Intriguing. And I'm simply asking as I can't seem to recall. You gave my sister your name with ease. Well...if you don't regard the fact you two almost screwed each other and then you pulled a knife on her...sounds fun.❞

#aalbescent #{either works!}#{arsenic is perfectly fine ♥}

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