#exaltedslaughter

[devilishdanse-archived]

"I didn't lie! I was honest! For example: I didn't comment about the cannibalism thing because I myself have. . . well, socially attempted it! It's not MY thing, but hey, you are your own person! Just. . . don't eat my guests!"

[cxffeeshxp]

@exalted-slaughter

“If you think I truly held bigotry for something like bedding someone of the same gender, you truly must have lost some sense with all that brimstone in your lungs. Or did you just forget all the times we shared a bed.”

{{ L }} "Kinda why I said 'self-hate', idiota." Her brow twitched at Lute's words. "It was ONE time, Lute. One, and it was nothing more than you abusing your powers over your subordinates, guess you learned it from that maldito cerdo, Adam?"

[cxffeeshxp]

“Get used to being below me.” @exalted-slaughter (to Vaggie)

{{ L }} "And here I thought you had some kind of, totally not based on self-hate, loathing for queers. Fuck off, Lute. I'm not your plaything anymore."

[devilishdanse-archived]

All's Fair in Love and War / An Arranged Marriage Starter

@exalted-slaughter

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THE SPLINTERING OF CRYSTAL DISTORTS HER VISAGE, and pain sears through her hand. Charlie observes the black and gold rivulets that form, dripping onto the floor just before her feet. The pain is a welcome reminder that she is still very much ALIVE. The damage gives her a sense of control — something she is losing. Unease sends a tremble down her spine. The princess licks her wounds, wishing for a moment, that her blood were a poison for her to succumb to. Already the small lacerations were healed, unlike her scarred heart. Charlie tugs on the sleeves of her pristine suit, sets her shoulders, and faces the fractured image of her reflection in the mirror.

        "I can do this. I just know it. I have to do this."

A knock sounds on the door. One of the angel's seeing to the ordeal bows, apologizing for the intrusion, but tells her 'its almost time, Your Highness'. They depart, and Charlie snarls.

"Keep it together, Charlotte. You've faced worse. And if this. . . if this is what saves your people, then so be it. You can fucking handle whatever bullshit this winds up being." The arrangement was an argument first and foremost. She had been violently against it, but the more they conversed, and meetings were held, Charlie couldn't find a break in the storm. It was their only hope - or so it felt. There was nothing more she could do, not now. Vaguely, she wonders just how much shame she's brought her parents now. No. She can't dwell on that. She can't risk having everything come undone, let alone her own resolve.

    Not mere moments away from their union.

Charlotte Morningstar was dressed in a newly tailored suit the color of garnets put under light. The finer details and fine embroidery were done in pitch black, her hair held back with red and black ribbon in her signature style. Each layer, however, held small ornamental accessories the shape of keys. Something she'd wanted to incorporate for her own sanity; a memento of the hotel - not that she was giving it up - but Charlie knew her time would soon be split between Hell and an abundance of meetings with Heaven's Embassy. Atop her head rests her crown; a dark and pointed thing that feels impossibly heavy. But she wears it with pride. When she can stand the silence, the solitude, and the splintered vision of herself she's created no more, Charlie leaves the room and begins to find her way to the opulent stage in which they would be joined. She had no doubt it would be broadcasted throughout both Heaven and Hell for all to see, for everyone to know. And she had told no one. The clicking of her shoes felt like the tightening of a noose, or the firing of a gun. Here's hoping it doesn't all go up in flames. . .

[devilishdanse-archived]

@exalted-slaughter Grabs Charlie and pulls her into a giant kiss. Straight up dipping her into a kiss.

The spade of her tail whips around at Lute's hip. It's a painless and futile thing, really. Nothing short of a quick tap! Charlie is taken aback by the fierce hold, the sudden dip, the press of lips. Warmth darkens her cheeks as they flush. After a heartbeat of hesitation — she kisses back, looping her arms around the other's neck.

[dcmonfamiiily]

"You don't seem all that concerned that the duke just died."

[devilishdanse-archived]

🌿 @exalted-slaughter (to Charlie)

ACCIDENTAL MISTLETOE~?! / Accepting

Blow for blow, parry for parry. Somewhere amidst the gnashing of teeth, the exchange of hisses and the flurry of violence between them - both began to exhaust the other. They had been at it for the better half of an hour, tensions finally snapping like cords drawn too taut, the pressure released and springing them both into action. Charlie's back hits the wall behind her, teeth bared at Lute in warning; a silent promise of retaliation. Her gaze snags on something overhead and for a moment, her lip curls. The princess' tail whips beside her, snapping through the air in distaste. An idea flits through her mind, however, and she suddenly expends the last of her energy into trading their positions.

Now she has Lute pinned to the wall in her place, and in a last ditch effort to disarm her....enemy of sorts, Charlie closes the distance between them. Her lips crash against the other woman's hard enough to bruise. When she pulls away, there's a silent command for a ceasefire between them.

[hashtag-bitch]

“ I urge you to remember exactly who it is you are talking to. Because while others might appreciate your tone, I assure you, I do not.” @exalted-slaughter

"Is that really what Heaven makes you wear? Tragic." She drawls giving the other a once over before settling her gaze on her face. "I'll talk however I please, babes, if you wanted a scrap you'd have already started swingin' by now. So, do us a favor and get on with it? Some of us are actually busy." /@exalted-slaughter