Jan 23, 2024
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@hellheld
@hellheld replied to your post “Angellsa has appeared! What to do? Ask on a...”:
date. then hate kiss
"You remind me of the wasp parasite that <turned a man away> from [God], my faith is much stronger, I'm told."
@hellheld said: are they just another toxic, bad presence in hellsa's life? well, only one way to find out. they're drinking to forget, which means they're halfway through their third bottle of the last few hours, only getting more frustrated with every time their blood boils out the alcohol, leaving them perfectly sober. so they text hellsa. come over?
A text sent so late at night, for someone who doesn't sleep, could mean all manner of things, from booty call to serious business to both or neither or whatever. But instead it's from Harlot, and it's as vague as the sun is hot and the moon is distant.
(Not that she'd know much about celestial bodies, seeing as she's spent her whole life away from them in Hell).
[txt]: For what? [txt]: I'm a busy woman, Harlot. Not some escort you can call when you're bored
It is perhaps too abrasive, but she tells herself she has a right to be a little abrasive over text because Harlot should know by now that she'll show. Despite everything she tells people she is, everything she tells herself she is, she's not one to turn down someone looking for help so late at night. After all, who else is going to do it? Their adoring fans? If those were of any help, they'd both be much happier.
She wonders, then, if it would be selfish for her to continue with her plans like this, but remembers that she is a selfish person, and tucks everything in her pocket. Getting there is the priority, everything else can happen once she arrives.
[txt]: Ergo, if this is a booty call, I'll have your head on a holy pike faster than you can say "treason." How's that for foreplay?
Taking her bike ought to be fastest, her helmet should be right by her keys.
@hellheld liked for kitty !
❝ do you think robots can have souls ? ❞
press for vaggie perhaps
press ;; sender presses receiver against a wall.
THE EX-ORCIST SHRUNK UNDER HARLOT'S SHARP STARE, bloodied back pressing against the wall and she can't help the WINCE of pain that the movement brought. Her one remaining eye staring up in panic at the monarch. "PLEASE don't kill me, I'm sorry for coming here. I-I'll go, you'll never have to see me again!"
catch for loona!
catch ;; sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.
LOONA HAD BEEN TRYING TO BE MORE OUTGOING, which was what led to her going to Harlot's concert. Having been invited by some of the hounds she had met at Bee's party. She had been having a pretty good time, Harlot's music was GREAT and the atmosphere was lively. Even if she still wasn't the BIGGEST fan of big crowds, it was worth it for the experience.
Once the final encore ended, her friends had all but DRAGGED her towards the backstage area, insisting they should try and see if they could see some of the band and grab a selfie or two. Loona had protested against it, but still allowed herself to be moved along. The crowd of fans that apparently had similar ideas was far larger than Loona anticipated, and eventually she was separated from her friends in the crowd.
Suddenly feeling a little lost and helpless, she span around and did her best to spin around and slip away from the group. Someone SHOVES her, and the hellhound stumbled forward until a hand on her hip caught her. Breath catching as she took a moment to try and catch her breath. Looking up, her eyes widen when she realised just WHO had caught her. "Oh, shit..."
@hellheld said: 💋 harlot wants a kiss too
4/5
Well, she doesn't need to be told twice. Hands wrap around Harlot to pull them in by the waist, fingers digging in firmly as she kisses them. It's as insistent and demanding as Hellsa is, lips sliding against Harlot's to make a mess of her lipstick, tongue easing the seam of their lips open, all want and take. When she finally pulls away, she doesn't bother to let them go, just grins down at Harlot. "Satisfied?"
"Due to personal reasons, I'm evil now." vaggie xoxo
"UHH, DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT, BABE?" Her voice sounds hesitant, but she walked over and slowly took a seat beside Harlot. A hand reaches out to gently rest on top of the prince's. "Did something happen?"