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@lelyeh
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“Why of course!”
Thank goodness it was something she could actually provide. Hands clasp the lady devil’s gently, a smile forming across the pale face. Just what would she like to have made, however? Clothing? Food? Perhaps something to do with Sin’s lovely garden?
“Tell me what you had in mind!”
“ I was thinking something with gold, and green coloring. perhaps clothing. I’ve also picked out some flowers to plant in Sin’s garden. I’m hoping that he would love some hydrangea flowers...I’m, well. Not very good with gift giving” she’d smiled thinking about the few starts she’d gotten for flower bushes and a few bulbs for planting. also the thought of sin in golden bands and green silk fabric was a divine idea in the devils mind. She hoped that the gorgon could make something come from her small ideas.
“I am very content with my current employment, Lady Reficul. Is there anything else I can help you with?” That were preferably not of the explicit nature but she wouldn’t hold out too much hope.
“ Well if you ever change you mind, and would like a change of scenery. Please don’t hesitate to tell me. “ ah, of course Reficul wouldn’t bring out the flattery unless there was some objective to be obtained from the ever lovely gorgon woman that her demon companion had in his clutches.
“....I need a favor. Top secret, even from my beloved Sin. Only something that a woman of your crafting expertise could accomplish for me. “ Again with the flowery flattery . The demon took the other womans hands in her own a smile gracing her usual stone features.
“....I want to make something for Sin, but I dont have the talent that you do. would you be able to help me with such a task. “
“I don’t take orders.”
“Good. That was a test, you’ll do just fine running hell then. “
“Demons are starting to flock to me. I am in my rightful place.”
“Yes, very good. welcome home son now ; make me coffee..”
(☼) - “Isn’t that what you do already? As I recall Lzet is still handling most of your work.”
“Well, I do take care of things sometimes. And Lzet handles most of the paper work really... Honestly whats wrong with me wanting to spend more time with you. “
(☼) - “When did we start adopting mortals?”
“Darling mors can’t rule my hell. I need a strong heir so that I can be a lazy woman and spend my days with you... “
American Horror Story, Freakshow.
“… But the Lord said to him, ‘Whosoever kills Cain will suffer a sevenfold vengeance.’ Then the Lord put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him.”
And after two thousand years, no one did. A mix for modern day Cain. (x)
1. running up that hill by placebo • 2. ocean of noise by arcade fire • 3. without you i’m nothing by placebo ft. david bowie • 4. fire walker by black rebel motorcyle club • 5. missing by the xx • 6. comfortably numb by pink floyd • 7. 9 crimes by damien rice • 8. dlz by tv on the radio • 9. light’s theme by hideki taniuchi • 10. hallelujah by jeff buckley • 11. do i wanna know by arctic monkeys • 12. jesus christ by brand new • 13. asleep by the smiths
brother to: absolution
“you cry…?”
“No! I don’t cry!!…”
“don’t lie yourself reficul… just let it go and cry….”
“ .....Maybe its time for a stroll..” shoulders rose and fell as she’d taken in breath. one leg draped over the other, head resting comfortably propped on her hand. Perhaps she’d go laze about Sin’s garden. and actually do some form of house work today... no...that’s what she had that damned fly for. What to do what to do....
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time to sleep.
family times
Satanick your poor bastard Also sexy Kiku before bed
lelyeh replied to your post :Quiet little steps into the serpents garden. a…
Quietly she settles the cookie platter down as she’d pulled off her boots and jacket, settling them to the side and laying with her lovely serpent. Twisting a lock of his green hair, leaning in and scattering kisses across his features. “Always.”
(☼) - Affections are returned in tired fashion, a soft peck being placed upon Reficul’s cheek before setting once more into the grass. Arms stretch out, wrapping around her waist with a little nuzzle as the tiny spouse was pulled closer.
“Special occasion or just feeling generous?”
“ Just feeling generous, after all I don’t need to have a special occasion to bake you some sweets, do I?”
Petite hands moved to her husbands hair twisting her fingers through his longer hair. A smile placed upon the devils features. Content with the situation as she’d leaned in to kiss Sin’s forehead. then tenderly his cheek, and chin. tracing patterns along his tail .
“Or do you not like my cooking, Sin. “
Idle Hands do the devils work.
was a saying that Reficul was all to familiar with, Being The LAZY, and often quite bored creature she was she often could attest to that little statement Those that were in turn like her self, often stirred up a bit of trouble for amusement. even if it were small things like GOSSIP, these things often portrayed an amusing little insight to how these mortal creatures worked But she was timeless, immortal. and universally untouched by these quirks of men
She sined, often. ater all what those creatures considered immoral they blamed her for. calling it the devils work, adultery, drug addiction, pornography, even sleeping with the same sex. All immoral in the eyes of these devout to a god they’d never seen.
If only they knew what a real freak they worshiped, Idle hands that one often had. What a trip.