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@prin-rose
“Prin Rose my primrose, belle of my garden where temptation grows.”
A Hazbin Hotel OC loved by Mae, selective rp, minors DNI. Single-multi para. Multiverse where applicable. (Slow response time.)
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Takes one look at the elevator: “Absolutely not.”
Sorry for hardly ever being around. There’s so much I want to do for the blog and rp. If only time and energy were infinite.
“Oh? My apologies. Far be it from me to pry.” She conceded with a polite tilt of her head.
“I do empathize. Human souls aren’t always the easiest to work with, freewill and all. Yet they come to you for a service? As clients? Fascinating.”
Hands placed on her hips she grinned, seemingly quite pleased with herself. “So there is more to you after all. What a relief. And to think I almost doubted myself.”
"Well, sinners are more vengeful than they'll admit," Moxxie shrugged. Once Blitz realized he could capitalize on that I.M.P. was made into a reality. Interestingly Moxxie had been the one to point out to Blitz that humans sent more humans to Hell than forces of 'pure evil' ever could. And it had clicked for them. "I guess imps doing their dirty work makes sense. Satan created us to enact wrath."
"But, of course. We do it better than humans could," he bragged. "Obviously." Had to show company pride.
“Obviously,” she agreed. “I happen to be a fan of wrathful behavior myself if you can believe it.” Nothing in her expression indicated if she was being sincere or sarcastic about the believability.
“As a matter of fact, it would seem we have similar goals. I also have a vested interest in sinners continuing their unsavory behavior, providing opportunities and the like. Keeping that going is good business for us both, so do let me know if you require assistance, my comrade in rebellion.”
“Dear, I’m afraid if you don’t take a breath your feathers will ruffle past the point of no return.” Oh, this was already proving to be amusing. The woes of their earlier conversation drifted back into obscurity where they belonged. She was half tempted not to clarify, if only to let the anticipation linger a while longer.
“If Oz is at the club I’d be happy to introduce you. Regardless, it would do you well to relax a bit, yes? It’s not all about seriousness and formalities.” A brief twinge of sympathy bade her to continue. “You know, it was Oz who sent me to one of Bee’s parties after coming to work for him. Said I needed to learn to let go a bit…” She shuddered, remembering her first hangover. “In any case you’ll be fine. Trust me.” Mischievous intent only slightly poked through the curtain of altruism.
Duedephelon let out a loud gulp of anxiety. It was becoming clearer that she planned on encroaching on his sensibilities for the sake of trying to push him toward something more alike the common hellborn. To push him to explore every vice she dared to in order to see if anything 'sparked' from whatever was left of his psyche. It was not an unsound plan hypothetically. He still dreaded the thought.
He hoped his conclusion was exaggerated. He feared what would happen if he was truly as repulsed by it all as he felt. He equally feared what would happen if she was right?
Regardless, he had no recourse to refuse the fallen angel's offer; not with the connections she had.
"V-Very well, Lady Principality. I.... shall trust you."
“Wonderful,” she chimed, enthusiasm almost able to cover the sinister undercurrent.
Standing from her seat, Prin smoothed the wrinkles in her skirt before making her way to Phel. She nodded, gesturing toward the chivalrous arm she offered him and then toward his umbrella. “No need to be frightened, dear. I’ll see to it you’re well taken care of.”
Ozzie’s would be but a brief jaunt from her office if only for the convenience of being close by. She hardly gave the young Goetia time to take in his surroundings before ushering him straight to the bar, breezing past the crowds of curious onlookers.
“The usual for my friend and I, if you please.” Prin had ordered with the type of over-familiarity which allowed her to skip pleasantries. By now the curious patrons had begun looming closer to Phel, eyeing him the way a shark, some literally being just that, eye fresh meat.
Sweet Pea waddles up the ribbon station, struggling to reach for the blue ribbon. “Not so fast, cowboy,” Prin interrupts, promptly placing a green bow atop his head. The tiny creature relents with a meep of defeat.
The Angel giggles as she watched the small creature mope about his ribbon selection. “I think you would look quite dashing in blue.” Ronnie whispers, “But you know what they say: ‘mother knows best!’”
She straightens up to address the other visitor, “What about you, Miss? Care for a ribbon?”
“I think a red bow would be a wonderful compliment to the blue in your complexion!”
While Sweet Pea purrs at the compliment, Prin’s rehearsed politeness, though a bit detached, doesn’t waiver. “Red? For me? I couldn’t possibly.”
Her smile widens, the disingenuous effort behind it perhaps a bit unsettling to the onlooker. “You’re really too kind, but I wouldn’t want to give others the wrong impression.”
Cold-Hearted Sentences, Vol. 2
(Sentences for muses with hearts of ice - or, at least, the appearance of one. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"We don't really do empathy, do we?"
"Remorse? Oh, I did away with that a long time ago."
"God, you really care about them, don't you?"
"My compassion for you is inconvenient."
"You've got ice-cold water running through your veins."
"I do not appreciate friendly relationships, but I'm a great admirer of formal ones."
"Do you know what love is? It's a hot bath. What happens to things when you leave them in a bath for too long, hm? They get soft. They fall apart."
"To show you care for something is to show weakness. If you care for something, an enemy can hurt you with it."
"I am aware of the opinion you've formed of me."
"That's a cold way to look at things."
"Feelings get you killed."
"You know that humour is perhaps the least developed aspect of my character."
"Can't you feel anything?"
"You made the right decision. Pleasure leads to pain."
"I'm sorry to deprive you of an emotional fireworks display, but stoicism runs in the family."
"I'm not from a place of sensitivities and emotionalism, but I do know that what you're doing is not helping."
"You don't know how to love."
"There is little of you that can still be called human, isn't there?"
"You know, you're far more ruthless than I could ever be. In fact, I think you're the most dangerous man I've ever met."
"I don't have a heart anymore. I think I lost that years ago."
"There is something seriously wrong with you!"
"They sell us this lie that love's going to save us, but all it does it make us stupid and weak."
"You have a very disconcerting gaze."
"Forgive me if my tone lacks a certain degree of warmth. That's what honesty sounds like."
"What has become of your pity?"
"Christ... Maybe I do have feelings."
"I take it you have never been in love?"
"Are you beginning to appreciate my lack of sympathy?"
@pentious from x
"My sweet serpent..." Her arms slowly coiled around them, nails akin to claws digging in ever so slightly. "You've been so obliging to me. Wont you keep me company? At least for a little while longer?" Her face turned to kiss against their cheek, the points of her teeth teasing a threat as they lightly traced down their throat. Even after all this time, with a body in servitude to Lust, she'd always had a difficult time distinguishing between various the carnal desires. For her, they were all branches of the same tree. Why not indulge them all? "Surrender. Be mine for a spell. Let me adore you." They were commands hummed like sweet serenades sung only for them.
The gentle pressure of her claws dimples their skin, gooseflesh to the touch. Her cajoling words would have worked regardless, but her voice has such a warming effect. She could melt the bottom most ring of Hell, should she try.
Pen isn't one to fight off affection, they were ready to give in the moment she bestowed a pet name. They hold her hands to their throat, tilting just where her teeth can reach. It's hard to speak, when so overcome. It feels like a dream.
"Let me return the favor in the future, and I will." They whisper, jaw slack and aching to be filled by her. Despite Prin's teasing to their neck, Pen wanted her mouth, badly.
"Kiss me again." They plea, eyes glassy with something unnamed.
“You poor thing. You really want this, don’t you?” Despite their pleas, she prolonged the suffering, gently tightening her grip around their throat while kissing along their jaw. She whispered against their flesh, “You want to serve me, feed my appetite?”
Coming closer, she pulled their lower lip between her teeth, tongue smoothly gliding across her captive. She teased with a gentle bite before releasing. “What could be more lovely than a serpent who wants to be prey?”
Her mouth finally moved to meet Pen’s with a chaste kiss, lips barely brushing against theirs. “Give yourself to me,” she breathed. “I can show you what it really means to be rewarded for devotion, that paradise has been here all along.”
Closing the space between them, her lips pressed firmly against theirs, keeping a dominant grasp on their neck as her tongue made its way inside to caress itself against theirs.
Meme: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 : 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
“Some people fight for justice. I just fight because I don’t know how to stop..." The old woman pauses and raises her brows with a smile, "...Or more so I've been trained to provide the positive feedback loop." 💌@grandma-susan
𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 : 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
“Oh Susan, you beautiful old bitty, you. I can believe it.” Prin listened intently, nodding along to the woman’s words. For her, Susan was such a gas she didn’t even mind possibly being the next target of scrutiny. It was a pardon for the price of entertainment. “You truly are a gem amongst sinners. Please never lose that je ne sais quoi.”
@grandma-susan
“Picnic?” Prin scoffed, turning the face back toward her as if to speak to it directly. “Even this would be preferable. The fake pleasantries are insufferable, oppressive, like being suffocated by artificial sweetener. They do not know real joy nor do they care to.” She continued on, ruminating more to herself than anything, with the potential hypocrisy completely lost on her. “All of those eyes might as well be decorative…fitting when so focused on appearances. Only eyes and no ears.”
The renegade had no qualms when making her disdain for heaven known. There was no need when authenticity, at least in this case, served more than one purpose.
“My heart breaks for the winners, really.” A hand theatrically placed to her chest emphasized her ‘plight’ while the other, still holding her new toy, dropped to her side. “Such empty lives they must lead, ‘rewarded’ with dull complacency, never knowing the freedom-,” her nails sunk into the head’s flesh, “of indulging carnal whims.”
