it’s all so dreadfully tempting, even he cannot deny. tempting to puncture the already open wound of this scene, watch the colours bloat and brim beyond reckoning, discard useless spaces and fill them with lavender longing. he could paint the portrait now, down deep in the recesses of his mind, know every brushstroke and bloated bullet that comes to pass. in the end, his laughter almost joins her own where the defined click of a metal ridge goes off, his attention dragged elsewhere. ❝ you ? ❞ brows would be visibly raised by now, but the inflection itself bleeds in his voice alone, ❝ oh no no no, my dear, i wasn’t referring to you, i was referring to — ❞ BANG ! the motion is quicker than anticipated, but the smoke coils upward long before and the longing hiss of magic is dragged out. the body beyond them collapses, head lulling to the side while their blood turns to liquid gold.
--- death would always have a mannerism akin to a vicious lion; a hunger that lingered in the belly of a chosen few. those that could bring hell do so onto others that deserver heaven, for only those with wickedness could bring themselves to end a life. ( LIFE WAS HOLY. LIFE WAS DIVINE! ) it was NONESENSE to the homunculus, living on a faith that WAS UNFAITHFUL ONTO ITSELF. so many flaws, that even as the body dropped behind her, she is seen with a a look in her eyes of DULLED INTEREST before turning back to face the HELLBRINGER. she narrows gaze at him before LIFTING HER CHIN upward as though to judge. ( maybe she WOULD, if it was WORTH THE EFFORT. ) small smile forming on her face, the lascivious finally speaks, clapping claws together to finally APPLUAD him. “my, my --- you do know how to show a girl A GOOD TIME. what else can you do?”
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