#allcreated

[serpentdarc]

WE BECAME INSEPARABLE -- LIKE AN ILLNESS. / @allcreated.

bcs, sunk costs (3x03). / judith butler, violence, mourning, politics. / rene magritte, the lovers ii. / joan tierney, red berries. / edvard munch, preliminary study for the kiss. / yves olade, when rome falls. / bcs, point and shoot (6x08). / david fincher, gillian flynn, gone girl (screenplay).

[allevilsarc]

i won't lick your wounds today . / @allcreated

" -- only today? seems as if you've softened up on little ol' me. " lucy teases because it's the only thing she knows how to do. still, when he's around her, she's filled with the same sensation that courses through your body when you press on a fresh bruise. it's painful, yet he can't stop doing it. the corner of lucy's lips twitch up for a second, then back down. she can't let alex know that something like this pleases her (as if he doesn't already know, a little voice in her head says).

she sits the whiskey glass in front of him-- a peace offering, though he doesn't know if alex even drinks these days.

it's easy to forget things about people you know intimately if you haven't interacted with them in...god, decades? she loses track of time easily.

" but, if you want to tomorrow, i'm sure i can find a way to wound myself terribly. if that's what you want, of course. you know i wouldn't want to do anything you didn't like. "

[serpentdarc]

“supplication is the most common form of prayer.” - alex / @allcreated

she's silent for the longest moment, the end of her cigarette cherry red with lipstick. there's an idle thought that wonders if he smokes, though it quickly goes away when lucy realizes that he probably wouldn't-- it's not becoming of a man of his stature and all that jazz. she also thinks he wouldn't like the idea of her lipstick smeared on his mouth (in her mind, she thinks it's a form of claiming-- but she doesn't need to continue down that particular train of thought). lucy huffs out smoke, her eyes turning up to alex. there's something that feels vulnerable about this moment and she doesn't like it. it makes her feel something unusual.

something bad.

it's not what lucy wants to think about. instead, her eyes turn hard, her teeth biting at her bottom lip. " if you want me to fall to my knees and beg, there are much better ways to achieve that than through the whole prayer cover. then again, i don't see you sullying your reputation with a fucking scumbag like me. "

[serpentdarc]

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for . - alex / @allcreated

it feels strange for alex to be in her home. something about his clean-cut aesthetic doesn't mesh with the way she's decorated, all dark colors and comfort. it's like a snowman standing in a patch of black ice: natural, but it stands out. she's doing the civil thing; allowing him to come in while the storm passes. it wouldn't be worth it to traverse in it, holy being or otherwise. so, in doing the nice thing, lucy demanded alex to come in, even if it is for a little while.

it feels right, deep down, though lucy would repress those certain feelings. her hand brushes against his when she sits the coffee mug in front of him, her fingertips warm against his skin. lucy should feel worse about leading him on, about teasing him like this, but it's just in her nature. she's always thought about what it'd be like if...if she hadn't betrayed him. if she would have stayed his favorite. if there wasn't any bad blood between them. hell, she even wondered what it'd be like if they were both human and not stuck with all this baggage.

the side of lucy's knee presses into alex's, the connection between them narrowed down to that one point. she's acutely aware of the sound of rain pouring down outside. it sounds like a flood out there, lucy idly thinks, though it's just her trying to relax. she feels warmer than usual. if it were a fever, of which it could be, then she could deal with it. this warmth is more-- no, she doesn't want to think it. alex has been babbling on about something (she thinks it's a job) but she hasn't been listening. instead, she's been staring at him intensely, almost predatory. it's only when he stops and stares back at her that lucy moves, her hand pressing to the side of his face. his mouth is softer than she imagined (not that she'd imagined this, heavens no!)-- but then again, he's always been the softer of the two of them. her weight settles into his lap, alex's arms instinctively settling around her waist. she wants to bite, she wants to claw, she wants to hurt him the way he hurt her. instead, she softens into his touch, deepening the kiss.

lucy only breaks it when she thinks it's right, her forehead pressing against his. still, she can't look him in the eye. she's supposed to be everything bad and evil in this world; she can't-- she can't hurt alex again. she's trying her best to avoid that. really, she is! it's just hard when she runs on pure instinct. she bites down at her lip, finally looking him in the eye. there's a hesitance in her question when she asks--

" do you want to stay the night? "

[roseguided-arch]

@allcreated ASKED, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔.

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌, 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 glancing ‘round the ceiling in all its detail. never will she be let back into the kingdom of heaven, once gods favorite. but, now that she’s tasted the sweet taste of chaos, of temptation, why would she ever want to return ? what’s the favor of someone else, a favor they once cherished & held against their heart like it was most precious, to doing whatever you want without that judgment that always followed the word of god. alex was always so judgemental, & that judgement extended to the mortals he created. their deeds, their shortcomings, & anything they happened to do right. ; ( humans were flawed & verna enjoyed that. they weren’t perfect & that imperfection could be prayed open with bloodied hands to something darker inside. they all had it—a darkness, a evil, a compulsion. ) ❛ i prefer the guts, ❜ says lucifer in an evil tone, fingers raising from their side to touch against a gold vase. green eyes narrow for a moment, as if inspecting, before head turns to regard the other. heels click on the ground as she draws forward, chin tilted upward to peer into the almighty’s eyes. ❛ the guts, the blood, the temptation. it’s all so much more exciting than . . ❜ a pause, lips jut out in contemplation. ❛ well, than the harmony & peace you constantly preach about, alex. at least the guts i can feel squish in my hand. ❜

[serpentdarc]

i never knew what it meant , to be content with you . - alex / @allcreated.

there's so many things lucy could say, all venom and anger coursing through her skin. she bites down at the inside of her cheek, the taste of copper filling her mouth. it's better if she doesn't fuck things up right now. it's been hard to put things right-- or, more realistically, attempt to put things right. her eyes land on alex's form, a slow blink in thought.

" you've never been content with anything. you know that just as well as i do. " she's seen enough to know alex down to the bone. they know each other all too well. " you can't ever be content with me. that's how things have always been. why change that? "