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“The contrasts of her life amazed her, the vividness of her days, that in so much horror she had found happiness.”
— Kate Lord Brown, The Perfume Garden
for the starters, 😂 - (king-has-no-chill)
Elizabeth taps her Bluetooth earpiece with two fingers as she drops the latest pile of designs and offers on her partner’s desk, heels clicking on the floor. “Look, you scum-sucking glowworm, I told you to have the department head on the phone today. If you want us to do a shoot at your studio, you’re gonna need a wayyyy better sense of professionalism.” She perches on his desk, winking at him. “You’ve got twelve hours, bub. Move it or lose it, yeah? Pleasure working with you.”
She turns it off with a sigh and spins on the desk, grinning down at him. “How’s it going on your end, King, darlin’?”
King chuckles at the question, sitting back in his chair. “Its going alright,” he sighs, flitting through the pile she placed in front of him. He eyes the messy drawings he’s made that are cluttered about his desk, filled with crossed off designs and colors and God knows what. He turns his attention back to Elizabeth. “That’s a lot of offers.”
She waves her hand lazily. “We’re popular, doll, it’s to be expected.” It’s true–their little hobby of making and designing their own clothes (and inadvertently ending up the best dressed students in P.S. 34) blossomed into a fashion giant almost overnight. Faelight is the hottest name in fashion, and as the CEO of their company, it’s her job to keep it that way. Not that it’s hard, she supposes, when her partner comes up with such creative and clever designs that it’s impossible for competitors to keep up.
Her eyes scan over the designs for their fall collection, her brows wrinkling thoughtfully as she shuffles through them, before landing on a fleece-lined wool coat that cross-laced neatly up the front. “Oh, that’s good.”
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says, reaching for a sketchbook. He flips through the papers with designs from the past, and then he lands on one of the newer ones. He sighs, tapping the end of his pencil on the paper. “I was trying to come up with a few shirt designs to match, but so far they’re just like flannels. It sort of feels like I’m stuck.”
The more King looks at the designs, the more frustrating it gets. He sets the sketchbook down and sighs again. “It will probably pass,” he mutters.
“Mmm.” She takes the sketchbook, flips through it and untucks the ever-present pencil from her bun. “What if…” A few swipes of the pencil, the beginnings of a loose off-shoulder blouse appears. She’s nowhere near as good at the designing aspect as King, of course, but she can do some things with it–like provide insight during times like this. “There,” she says, passing it back with a grin. “It’s for the Autumn collection, right? Off-shoulder shirts are tres chic, and it looks good without detracting from the coat.”
She sets the sketchbook down and grins at him, kicking her heels off and sitting cross-legged on the desk. “Whaddya think, love?”
‘ i just want it to end. i want it to all go away. i want to go away. ’
“I can’t allow that.” Elizabeth lowers her blade, sheathes it, the Sins attending to Izraf and the other remaining vampire royals. Her heart pounds with rage, loathing–look what you’ve done what you’ve wrought this is all your fault, Elizabeth, first your brother, then Meliodas and now her. Her hands are shaking, remember three hundred years ago, a blade in her hands and Merlin begging her to stop, this isn’t the answer, it won’t break it, Elizabeth please.
“You will live,” she snarls, “and you will burn, and you will remind the world why they once feared the Firebringer of the Vampire Clan.”
I won’t accept anything less.
spctlessminds:
this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion. i’ve divided it up into two categories ( light & dark ) based on the themes. some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions. please be cautious before continuing on!!
L I G H T
‘ at night i dream of you. ’ ‘ don’t give up yet. you still have time to fix things. ’ ‘ falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack. ’ ‘ i am still so weak when it comes to you. ’ ‘ i can’t believe i let myself let you down. ’ ‘ i don’t care where we go when we die, as long as i’m with you. ’ ‘ i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late. ’ ‘ i feel so warm & safe when you talk to me. maybe i could love you if you’d let me. ’ ‘ i finally let the right people in & i have never felt so loved. ’ ‘ i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone. ’ ‘ i lived in your permafrost for twenty years & then you looked at me & i felt the warmth of spring. ’ ‘ i once wished you’d leave me alone, but i take it back. ’ ‘ i want to be able to love someone else, but you stretch your arms & spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else. ’ ‘ i want to believe that we got it right this time. ’ ‘ i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely. ’ ‘ i would travel across the world to be by your side, because as long as you are with me, anywhere is a perfect place to me. ’ ‘ it took me awhile to realize it myself, but you are not what other people say you are. ’ ‘ it’s not that i really need you, but life would be pretty boring without you around. there’s no one i would rather be with. ’ ‘ i’d like to stay like this for awhile. ’ ‘ life & death don’t have to be so boring, let’s make both an adventure. ’ ‘ life imitates art, they say. i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke. ’ ‘ live your life so that when you die, souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales. ’ ‘ make your exes jealous & your past self proud. ’ ‘ maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on. ’ ‘ never get caught falling harder. they’ll never let you back up. ’ ‘ please don’t go. ’ ‘ some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it & succumb. ’ ‘ sometimes, you’ll find it hard to keep going, but you always will. ’ ‘ the desire i feel for you is that same itching, insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction. ’ ‘ the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad. ’ ‘ there is absolutely nothing & no one who can stop me. ’ ‘ there is no route of losing you that is without pain. ’ ‘ there’s still room for adventure & there is no one i’d rather have by my side. ’ ‘ things didn’t turn out the way i planned, but i’m alright with that. ’ ‘ we could be really incredible together, you know? ’ ‘ you are beautiful & vibrant & confident. you are light & laughter incarnate & every fiber of your being screams freedom & joy. when i am with you, i am truly happy. ’ ‘ you are starlight incarnate, from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think. blessed are any to be loved by you. ’ ‘ you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you. ’ ‘ you call me yours & i have no idea what that even means to you. ’ ‘ you remind me of bubblegum & sweets; soft & pink & warm. you are strong in the gentlest way. you are so stubbornly kind. i wish i could be like that. ’ ‘ you still visit me while i sleep sometimes. your fingers trace my spine & i listen to you breathe. please stop haunting me. ’ ‘ ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you. ’
D A R K
‘ a thousand empty bottles & fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day. ’ ‘ everyone else has moved on, but i am still here. ’ ‘ everything about you screams danger. ’ ‘ everything is worthless to you & you, in turn, became worthless. ’ ‘ for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress. ’ ‘ freedom is really hard to get used to. ’ ‘ how could you do this to me? how fucking could you? ’ ‘ i am becoming everything we always dreamed of & i am leaving you behind. ’ ‘ i buried you so well that you might as well have died. ’ ‘ i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead & not the monster you became. ’ ‘ i can’t look at you. not now, not ever. ’ ‘ i don’t ask how you’ve been. what’s the point? you’d lie anyways. ’ ‘ i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest. ’ ‘ i haunted this house first. there is no room for you here. ’ ‘ i have a right to be upset. i loved them too, you know. ’ ‘ i just want it to end. i want it to all go away. i want to go away. ’ ‘ i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous. ’ ‘ i saw your face today & didn’t feel anything. i am free. ’ ‘ i tried to save you, but you didn’t want to be saved. you just wanted someone to suffer with you. ’ ‘ it’s almost as if you were never here. ’ ‘ it’s unhealthy to do these things, you tell me. you say it’s time to stop smoking, time to stop gambling, & dammit, i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you. i sure hope you’re right, darling. ’ ‘ i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind ’ ‘ i’m not really scared to die. i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone. ’ ‘ i’m not the person you left behind anymore. there’s no one here to miss. ’ ‘ i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive. ’ ‘ i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals & ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you. ’ ‘ i’ve never been completely satisfied. i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death. ’ ‘ no motive other than pleasure, my dear. ’ ‘ one day i’ll go or you will. either way, it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself. ’ ‘ our dreams & promises decay along with you. ’ ‘ the leaves change, but nothing else does. ’ ‘ the only difference between avoiding & leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you. ’ ‘ there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you. ’ ‘ there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage. ’ ‘ things aren’t going as i hoped. maybe if i die, i can start over again? better luck next time. ’ ‘ this is not something to be proud of. this is a tragedy. ’ ‘ trying to get rid of me? oh honey, you’ll have to try much harder than that. ’ ‘ trying to get under my skin? you’re nothing more than a pesky itch. ’ ‘ unlike you, i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger. ’ ‘ weeping is for gods & martyrs, we cannot afford such luxuries. ’ ‘ would you even miss me? ’ ‘ you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart. ’ ‘ you complain nonstop about being unloved & alone, i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true. ’ ‘ you don’t know what it’s like. ’ ‘ you made this so fucking easy for me. ’ ‘ you should see me as a threat. i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you. i am a walking threat. ’ ‘ you think i’m already gone, but i’m still fighting. ’ ‘ you think i’m dead, but i’m just dying. ’ ‘ you were never an addiction, you were a fucking disease. ’ ‘ you wouldn’t dare cross me. i am god & you are the soil beneath my feet. ’ ‘ your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity. ’ ‘ your fingers are so cold & bruised, but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference. ’ ‘ your hair is tied in a noose & your fingernails are razor blades, your lips are poison & i will gratefully kiss them. ’ ‘ your hatred has a body count & we will not forget. ’ ‘ your loss, not mine. ’ ‘ you’re a sick fuck. you know that? ’ ‘ you’re not gentle with me & i would never ask you to be. ’ ‘ you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore, it’s a pit. ’
for the starters, 😂 - (king-has-no-chill)
Elizabeth taps her Bluetooth earpiece with two fingers as she drops the latest pile of designs and offers on her partner’s desk, heels clicking on the floor. “Look, you scum-sucking glowworm, I told you to have the department head on the phone today. If you want us to do a shoot at your studio, you’re gonna need a wayyyy better sense of professionalism.” She perches on his desk, winking at him. “You’ve got twelve hours, bub. Move it or lose it, yeah? Pleasure working with you.”
She turns it off with a sigh and spins on the desk, grinning down at him. “How’s it going on your end, King, darlin’?”
King chuckles at the question, sitting back in his chair. “Its going alright,” he sighs, flitting through the pile she placed in front of him. He eyes the messy drawings he’s made that are cluttered about his desk, filled with crossed off designs and colors and God knows what. He turns his attention back to Elizabeth. “That’s a lot of offers.”
She waves her hand lazily. “We’re popular, doll, it’s to be expected.” It’s true--their little hobby of making and designing their own clothes (and inadvertently ending up the best dressed students in P.S. 34) blossomed into a fashion giant almost overnight. Faelight is the hottest name in fashion, and as the CEO of their company, it’s her job to keep it that way. Not that it’s hard, she supposes, when her partner comes up with such creative and clever designs that it’s impossible for competitors to keep up.
Her eyes scan over the designs for their fall collection, her brows wrinkling thoughtfully as she shuffles through them, before landing on a fleece-lined wool coat that cross-laced neatly up the front. “Oh, that's good.”
voicemail (king-has-no-chill)
“Mmm…oh, come /on/…” There’s a thud from the other end of the phone, and a sigh, and a scoff. “Oi, King, I need a ride–gambled mine away and…fucker was /hot/, though…want m’ motorcycle back, actually. M’gonna go fuck up that ‘ttractive sonuva…you want in, you know where to find me.”
King sighs after hearing the voicemail, which was left about ten minutes ago. Of course Elizabeth gambled away her motorcycle. But why? She loves that thing like it’s her baby.
He gets in his car and starts up the engine. Before he drives to meet her, he gives her a quick text: I’m on my way. You better have a good explanation for gambling your bike or I’m not doing this again.
Her phone dings as the text comes in; the world is tilted slightly on its axis from that wonderful nectar called “various whiskey-based cocktails and a glass of Guinness”, but she’s still standing despite the buzz, boots clacking on the sidewalk as she moves to track the bastard down. Her eyes narrow as she fumbles with her phone, reading the text before shooting off a reply. Hadda couple of Manhattans…bad decision generator started up again. And the bastard had slipped something in a girl’s drink and she’d wanted to teach him a lesson, but that was better said in person.
King eventually finds her after searching here and there, almost driving right passed her. He stops the car, goes in reverse, then rolls the window down. “Get in, loser. We’re going to fight a hoe.”
Elizabeth blinks, then cackles, trotting around to the passenger seat. Her gait is surprisingly steady despite all the alcohol she’s had in the last…hour? Two? Maybe three, she can’t quite remember at this point. “You’re goddamn right we are.”
As soon as Elizabeth shuts the door, King starts to drive. “I can’t believe you gambled your bike,” he says, turning a corner and stopping at the stop light. “Anyway, where to?”
Elizabeth yawns, props her heels on the dashboard. “The bastard said somethin’ about living in Hell’s Kitchen.” Her eyes glint blue-black in the darkness, her lips spread in a killer’s razor-edged grin. “Let’s kick ‘im up.”
And get my fuckin’ bike back.
“Alright. What did he look like?” King asks, eyeing her. His fingers tap on the steering wheel as the stoplight turns green, and he drives towards Manhattan.
“Pink hair, weird mustache...” She waves her hand lazily, trying to remember through the haze of drink. “Had the aura of an absolute creep, y’know--like one of those fuckers you see on a Dateline NBC episode or something.” She should’ve just clocked him in the face, honestly. “Oh--and he had a bunch of weird black tattoos.”
She should’ve also punched him for bad taste in ink.
😍 (because I'm curious how we could be fluffy lol)
Elizabeth blinks at the vampire princess before smiling. It’s not her usual smile–it doesn’t drip malice, doesn’t scream danger, doesn’t send enemies running and leave allies quivering with fear.It’s…soft. Soft and sad and a little strange on the face of such a proud warrior, but there all the same.
“You’re the one who saved my little brother,” she says by way of greeting. It’s all she can think to say, and it’s true–the woman before her is no soldier, no killer, but somehow she saved the one person who matters to her when Elizabeth herself could not. “I owe you a life debt.”
for the starters, 😂 - (king-has-no-chill)
Elizabeth taps her Bluetooth earpiece with two fingers as she drops the latest pile of designs and offers on her partner’s desk, heels clicking on the floor. “Look, you scum-sucking glowworm, I told you to have the department head on the phone today. If you want us to do a shoot at your studio, you’re gonna need a wayyyy better sense of professionalism.” She perches on his desk, winking at him. “You’ve got twelve hours, bub. Move it or lose it, yeah? Pleasure working with you.”
She turns it off with a sigh and spins on the desk, grinning down at him. “How’s it going on your end, King, darlin’?”
voicemail (king-has-no-chill)
“Mmm…oh, come /on/…” There’s a thud from the other end of the phone, and a sigh, and a scoff. “Oi, King, I need a ride–gambled mine away and…fucker was /hot/, though…want m’ motorcycle back, actually. M’gonna go fuck up that ‘ttractive sonuva…you want in, you know where to find me.”
King sighs after hearing the voicemail, which was left about ten minutes ago. Of course Elizabeth gambled away her motorcycle. But why? She loves that thing like it’s her baby.
He gets in his car and starts up the engine. Before he drives to meet her, he gives her a quick text: I’m on my way. You better have a good explanation for gambling your bike or I’m not doing this again.
Her phone dings as the text comes in; the world is tilted slightly on its axis from that wonderful nectar called “various whiskey-based cocktails and a glass of Guinness”, but she’s still standing despite the buzz, boots clacking on the sidewalk as she moves to track the bastard down. Her eyes narrow as she fumbles with her phone, reading the text before shooting off a reply. Hadda couple of Manhattans…bad decision generator started up again. And the bastard had slipped something in a girl’s drink and she’d wanted to teach him a lesson, but that was better said in person.
King eventually finds her after searching here and there, almost driving right passed her. He stops the car, goes in reverse, then rolls the window down. “Get in, loser. We’re going to fight a hoe.”
Elizabeth blinks, then cackles, trotting around to the passenger seat. Her gait is surprisingly steady despite all the alcohol she’s had in the last…hour? Two? Maybe three, she can’t quite remember at this point. “You’re goddamn right we are.”
As soon as Elizabeth shuts the door, King starts to drive. “I can’t believe you gambled your bike,” he says, turning a corner and stopping at the stop light. “Anyway, where to?”
Elizabeth yawns, props her heels on the dashboard. “The bastard said somethin’ about living in Hell’s Kitchen.” Her eyes glint blue-black in the darkness, her lips spread in a killer’s razor-edged grin. “Let’s kick ‘im up.”
And get my fuckin’ bike back.
“follow me down to the river and we’ll dance til the water runs red”
indie demon!elizabeth rp blog, follows back from @sacredtreasurealdan. please no extreme gore or nsfw.
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“FUCK THE POLICE”
--Demon!Elizabeth, drunk at a party (while the police are there)
🌋
“Nine Hells, do all vampires look like they’re carved from ice? No wonder Zeldris likes you so much, the two of you are exactly alike–pale and stoic and freakin’ ridiculous.”
“Elizabeth, it’s three in the morning. Why are you in my room?”
“…Important demon princess reasons?”
“Do you ever, you know…. sleep? Go home? Recognize personal space and boundaries?”
“Ha! Sleep is for the weak; I haven’t gotten more than an hour a week this month!” She points accusingly at the vampire, swaying slightly as her vision blurs. “Besides, we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you and Zeldris being idiots.”
🌋
In all her years of life, Elizabeth has only met a few men she can truly call good. Meliodas is one of those people, always has been. Her little brother used to be one of them as well.
King...King might just be one of the best people on this godforsaken planet. Definitely better than her.
“You’re a good man, King,” she murmurs, hands wrapped around a tankard of ale, eyes misted by memory and her voice nearly too soft to hear. “A damn good man.”
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