“HONEY, YOU LOOK LIKE DEATH HAS WARMED OVER. NEED SOMETHIN’ TO DRINK?”
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“HONEY, YOU LOOK LIKE DEATH HAS WARMED OVER. NEED SOMETHIN’ TO DRINK?”
@lustcd liked for a starter.
lustcd replied to your post: i still wanna write newt scamander :////
sits in here v quiet i’m working on making a Jacob Kowalski !
aaaaaaaahhhhh khgfhgfhg i’m having a bit of writers block but once it clears i might just go for it tbh
@lustcd -- the devil will brighten your day!
The rain patters outside and smells of the outdoors and of goodness and seasons and cycles, and never one long line of consistent Heaven or Hell. He’s got the door cracked open to smell the downpour, and he’s laying on his stomach on the dusty floor, a rug tossed over some rotting wood, floral and aromatic of age and mothballs.
Peeking up with one eye at the succubus that enters, he drives his toy train over the sharp lacquered toe of her heel and whistles. “Choo choo, my dear,” he drives it up to her knee, almost tears the dark pantyhose and then rolls on his back, “What’dya want?”
@lustcd cont. from here
Eden’s not even mad about the small theft. After all, she wouldn’t have the carton if not for the lady’s suggestion. Sharing a bit seems a small enough thanks. “I can’t help being a bit wary when it comes to red velvet. Too many people think you need to overload it with food coloring and it just kills the flavor. All you get is chemical red. This however...” she scoops up another bite, humming in satisfaction at the taste before swallowing the mouthful and continuing on, “This right here is how red velvet is supposed to be.”
@lustcd
“So -- I didn’t really clock this joint as a sweets shop. Rather wagered something less impeccable.”