Oh, my sweet refreshing Hope, I could watch you devour all day.
Oh, Jassy, I'm learning so much about you. Who knew you would love to watch a woman just absolutely stuff herself to the brim with any delicacy she sees in sight?
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Oh, my sweet refreshing Hope, I could watch you devour all day.
Oh, Jassy, I'm learning so much about you. Who knew you would love to watch a woman just absolutely stuff herself to the brim with any delicacy she sees in sight?
A shame I never had the chance to bake goodies for you earlier, dearest Princess. Eat up and we can talk.
Goodies and eating to my heart's content, then talking– that seems like a trap.
You have no option stirring the pot to get things done even when it costs my soul.
Metaphorical, since you still have your soul... at least if you sold your soul, that's the price of exchange. You're essentially stirring the pot in the name of 'getting things done' for free– does that bring you joy? Personally, I love stirring the pot when it comes to my brothers. That brings me great joy.
Yeah, that blame lands on his future Knight, a bitch goddess, and the overall threat of realms shattering. Don't stress over Gluttony too much, Hope, I'll just shove Josephine his way and maybe he'll look up.
I certainly cannot gossip with my extremely despondent brother, now can I? We forgive and forgive past transgressions against our siblings, mama bear, but it's not like I planned to sleep with him. Just give back his soul and then it accidentally evolved into fucking. God, the arm, it is the damn arm making me weak every time. I don't even know if it will keep happening, Azriel isn't a talker and he disappeared before we could have the discussion, but I want it to and I shouldn't. My life is a walking porno, sis, their freakiness doesn't compare with mine.
You know I will continue to stress over both of you, but I will rely on Josephine to soothe our frazzled brother's brain.
No one ever plans to sleep with an ex, Lu, but if there's anything I've learned from movies or books is that one small glance, one small touch, is all it takes to fall into a romp in the sheets. Especially with something as intimate as returning a soul, which has me a little flabbergasted that you actually did that in the first place. A metal arm on a broody bad boy who's also kind of a flake– some of that is kinda hot, but you should find his ass and sit him down and get that discussion if it's something you actually want. Then maybe fuck again– let me live vicariously through you and make it extra saucy.
If Gluttony wasn't in his manic general era, he would be proud of your choice of what satiates your hunger.
I pray you can eat and gossip simultaneously, big sister, I have a meal for you. I'm fucking the Delacroix brothers, there, I said it. I'm fucking them both and I don't know how it happened.
Ugh, don't remind me about our brother's manic phase. He's practically frothing at the mouth, and I have half a mind to stab whoever gave him so much work to do if I weren't distracted by candied deliciousness.
Oh my, am I eating good– you treat me so well with this gossip. You're like the cute little demonic cream in between Delacroix cookies– though I'm a little surprised you went back for seconds after the little broody one punched Gluttony. It's the arm, isn't it? It's the arm. Well, who cares how it happened? What matters most is whether it's going to keep happening, cuz if it does, I'm going to need every dirty little detail. Mortals can be so freaky– I should know, I've discovered what they call porno.
I'm turning into my favorite gluttonous brother with how much I love the food that doesn't consist of gruel.
When did vampires and goddesses start fraternizing anyway? It's never a mix that ends well.
Does it matter? They're all annoying, anyway, unless they do something funny. Like flaying someone to shreds.
Sometimes, you have to make a deal with the devil to receive what you want.
Oh... someone has been stirring the pot. Fun.
Fuck, I don't know what everyone's bitching and whining about. It's just one goddess.
Let me guess– a goddess is nothing compared to your abilities. Witches are always conceited when you're like a fly.
There's nothing like feeling shitty about your own failings as a parent.
Jesus, who are you. At least you haven't thrown a kid into the deepest pit of Hell yet. You just... lost them. Which is still pretty bad given the circumstances.
Killing every sibling I have sounds like a satisfying idea right about now.
I love a vengeful sibling. Reminds me of me.
I've barely unpacked from my honeymoon and, yet, the city is already falling apart without me.
Look at you, all glowing after Wrath merely promised you a slice of land and you got married. You left me to wallow in my brothers' disgusting shadows.
If you can rather find me someone I can enjoy as a plaything, you have yourself a deal. Never once could I imagine a world where your mother isn't cooking up a delicious dish of mayhem, especially when concerning your brothers. Disgusting how my grandsons have passed around my crown so recklessly. First, Angelus and now this.
Oh, now that I can do, dear grandfather of mine. I've been running into the most interesting of characters and I'm sure there's someone out there that can strike your fancy even if just for a little while. Now your crown rests on my most Wrathful brother's head when it should have been mine, but with you back... it should be yours.
Oh. Oh, wow, um, that is a very generous and extremely bold offer to make that I'm dishearten to decline. I'm taken. I mean...I pretty sure I am. It's complicated.
So, you're claiming if the opportunity arose to do something unbecoming of my nature, no one would anticipate it. Sounds like you hold a desire to corrupt me.
Generous makes it seem like you're unworthy of being with a Princess in any way shape or form, when you're anything but. Pretty sure doesn't sound fun, now does it. Don't you want to be with someone who shows you that you're worth the simple distinction of yes or no?
Exactly. I would call it less corrupting than showing you a side of yourself you never thought possible. A freedom.
Precisely the reason my mother had forbidden them to become my pets like the dirty ass pervs they are, despite the cuteness I could eat up. You speak like you know how the palace life worked, though. Were you a Princess or a Queen in a different timeline?
I was aware of how it worked for a time until my father decided he was done having his wife and daughter around. I'm from this timeline you landed in, FireBall, a princess actually though I haven't been considered one in a very long time. You're a Princess in your time, are you not?
Yet, somehow, it already feels as if I'm crossing it every moment I spent with the bastard. I want him and his entire lot paying for their unforgivable crimes, but it comes at the cost of what my desires crave. My thoughts are nothing but Ulric even when I don't believe I'm thinking about him. He's always there. Do I strive towards the same goal you are? Spare his life and not his family's?
Unfortunately for us, the line is blurry and will continue to be so. For now, we still have the same goal. My mother and your Prince has struck a... tentative arrangement seeing as Ulric wishes to get rid of one of the bigger nuisances of ours. Just so you keep it in the forefront of your mind, your Prince may not willingly stand by while you go after his sister.
I am always full of wisdom you should take.
Oh, dear, my business does not last long being spread in a gossiping mansion. It happened recently and unexpectedly quickly. I've already come across trouble with it, however, she knows what I do for a living.
The only man I will gladly take wisdom from, handsome.
No it does not, especially since you've found yourself entangled with the daughter of my dear gossip-monger brother. Ah, that whole business of you being an assassin under the King who killed her family, that's almost enough to make anyone upset, Ram.