❛ ┋ ignisira.
IMPOSSIBLY LONG HAIR trails behind the demon as she approaches her host, eyes narrowed at both his tone AND the fact that he’d the nerve to smoke so much dried florem mortem. Especially in front of her. Any twinge of ENVY, however, was promptly shoved deep down inside in order to better feed the flames of her WRATH.
❛ Either one of TWO things would suffice. MAKE A PACT with me, or just die already. I mean really, it’s not as if your pathetic life serves much of a purpose in the first place. ❜
❛ wow, what great options you’ve presented. i can hardly see why no-one has pact-ed with you before. ❜
there is ONE THING he enjoys about lying, about the sarcasm that flows from him so easily — it removes his stutter, removes that AWKWARD blockage that he has to climb over to even form a proper word COHERENTLY. his fingers twitch for his piper and they almost make it before the realization that his PRECIOUS pipe could do nothing without the flower he craved.













