#gluttony : thread

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@biblicael 

     The grin on their face is wide, almost childish. They can’t stop staring. After all, angels are their favourite. 

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@loqis

      Gluttony points deliberately at the man, their grin unwavering. “You’re cute. I want twelve.”  

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@walridiing   

    Something flashes in Gluttony’s eyes as the man steps away, something sinister and childish all at once. The sheer glee of the prospect of a game. He wants space, a respectable distance between them, and Gluttony is not so kind to give that to him. They’re not a virtue, after all. The sin steps forward again, this time taking the man’s face in their hands. Their grip is strong, intent on holding the other in place, but it is not cruel or forceful. No, Gluttony simply needs a better look---particularly at those eyes. 

     There’s something about the eyes. And as he studies the other for the seconds he has, the smell drifts into the back of his throat, clinging there. A metallic taste settles on his tongue, strong like the blissful scorch of blood and empty as though the taste is void of anything at all. It’s old. Too old for the body before him. The man is human through and through, except... there’s something else lingering inside. That’s what Gluttony smells. Beneath the skin and tissue and muscle lurks a great power, one the sin is certain they’ve encountered before.

                 The man’s face is released and Gluttony gestures vaguely to his being. 

    “---Are you possessed? Is that what this is? You don’t smell like a demon, but... maybe it’s something else...”

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@amidstwhirlwinds

    Gluttony wraps their arms around their sister, embracing Lust so tightly the force would’ve crushed a mere human body. Giddy, the sin buries their face in Lust’s neck, grinning. “I missed your smell.” 

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@whitewingaed / continued from here

     “I never really cared for labels. Besides---it’s just  o n e  drink. You don’t want to make me do this by myself, do you?” 

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@sonofnod

“... Hurry up,” the sins whines, even giving Cain a pull on the sleeve of his shirt. “I’m  h u n g r y. At this rate, I’m going to eat an entire Starbucks. Employees included.” 

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@cultfought

    Alarms were blaring and the flames grew hotter by the second. Cultists and prisoners alike were scrambling to escape the crumbling bunker. Gluttony strode through the hall, not at all bothered by the chaos raging around them. An unsuspecting prisoner tried to rush past the sin, but Gluttony was too quick, grabbing her by the throat and shoving her against the wall. They ate her heart with glee, leaving the body behind in a crumpled mess. With blood smeared across their lips, they directed their attention to a commanding voice near the end of the hall, trying to guide people towards the exit. 

                                 No, this wouldn’t do. They weren’t finished yet. 

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@sanctemony

     They’re never invited to parties. Not intentionally. Gluttony is a slippery sin, one who feeds after ‘just one more drink’, ‘just one more hit, ‘just one more episode’. They eagerly wait for the moment those barriers break, leaving someone exposed to their own vice. And there is no place better to feed than a lawyer’s party. The highest of society burned down to the most innate human desires. As the sin passes through the doors, no one notices their presence. Music thuds against the walls and the house reeks of booze and sex. Gluttony takes it in, a wicked grin pulling at stretched lips. They’re ready to play.