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@nurturing-starlight asked:
"Nikolai I brought over some cookies... I wanted to bake today so I brought over some extras." She does Not Know.
"I wasn't expecting any guests today. Cookies? What kind?" Fyodor asked as he traveled up next to her to peer at the cookies.. Man Nikolai gets free cookies???
▸ @nurturing-starlight ⟶ ❛ It took Damien a lot of guts to come stand outside the gates of Heaven. Unlike his father who could just waltz in and out at any time, he didn't get that luxury. So instead, from outside the gates, he clears his throat and yells to try and get God's attention. "How come you let my bitch of a father come back here when he's left Hell a mess for me to clean up?!" ❜
God quietly and patiently watched Damien approach the gate. Gabriel had fretted a bit, but God told him to be still: the young boy had no army behind him. Even if he did, the Kingdom of Heaven could not be toppled in a way that mattered.
St. Peter eyed Damien apprehensively, soft, white ears twitching with the desire to pull the child’s hands off the bars. However, he obeyed God’s will and did not move to stop him.
God was unhurried in His approach to the gate—indeed, He rarely presented Himself when requested and intended to arrive whenever He deemed it necessary and appropriate. He did not mind indulging the potentates of Hell, though, when it was clear that they wanted (or needed, in this case) guidance more than a war.
Several long moments passed before He waddled out of the mist and stopped a few feet from the gate. “Damien,” He greeted evenly. Saying ‘my child’ or some such would make him feel patronized, so God refrains from it.
“Would you like to come in?” It was a question of two meanings, short-term and long-term. Heaven’s gate opened to no one who did not declare that they wanted it to, and Satan had wanted so badly to get back in, lamenting his exile every day for thousands of years. God would not be opposed to letting Damien if he repented and joyously accepted the invitation.
However, He felt the little devil would only focus on the short-term meaning, just to talk. He was not ready to consider Heaven a home. “I have a kettle on if you want some tea.”
▸ @nurturing-starlight ⟶ ❛ “It isn’t rocket science, it’s just quantum physics!” { Kevin @ Craig } ❜ ╱ ( doctor who , accepting . )
“Right,” Craig says, with his arms crossed. “Just…”
The thing is, Craig likes Star Trek. He grew up watching it, he played Spaceman, he went over to Clyde’s house some weekends to binge it. He’s even dedicated himself to math and science, double majoring in mechanical and electrical engineering, an easy enough feat because a lot of the core classes are the same.
Nevertheless, you can like that stuff without being lame, and Kevin has always taken it to another level.
“Look, I hate to be the one to break it to you”—uttered without one hint of apology—“but I’m pretty sure those crackpot multidimensional travel theories are just applicable to Star Trek. It’s fun to think about sometimes, but pursuing it any more seriously is a waste of fucking time.”
@nurturing-starlight asked:
“ sshhh, come here… “ { offers nimue }
send me “ sshhh, come here… “ for your muse to gently pull my mine into yours’ arms to comfort my muse in a moment of high emotion…
Nikolai had meant to visit sooner.. But then things happened... The clown returned to her in tears. It seemed the minute she saw him, she was already offering comfort. The man practically melted into her in sobs when she wrapped her arms around him. His hands grasped her back tightly, holding onto her tightly.
She was the only one left he cared about...
"Please don't leave me...."
@nurturing-starlight
"Dos-kun~! Be NICE to Nimue-chan, I like her a lot and I would LOVE if you two got along~! APOLOGIZE FOR BEING MEAN EARLIER~!"
The Russian sighed, his violent eyes resting on the clown before veering to the woman. He closed before opening and smiling.
"Fine, for you, Kolya. I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot when we first met-- I would prefer if we got along better, for Nikolai's sake. He's already suffered enough when I 'died.' I prefer to see him happy than upset..."
@nurturing-starlight
"Oh, it's you. What a pleasant surprise." Fyodor seems to be in rough shape from the last time she saw him.
🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!
💌 I just think you’re amazing
((I was looking at my WoW thing and Rot hasn't been on in three years on WoW.. I met you before I met Rot-- so we've been moots/friends for over three years. I think that's rad.
REVERSE UNO.
▸ @nurturing-starlight ⟶ ❛ i've never had any complaints. { Damien @ Stan } ❜ ╱ ( anansi , accepting . )
A creeping smile comes over Stan’s face. His legs were thrown over Damien’s lap, his arm looped around the demon’s neck. He pulled it back a little so he could weave his fingers into his companion’s black tresses. Stan knew Damien more or less well enough by now, which was what made his comment especially funny.
“Have you not gotten any complaints?” Stan asked. “Or have you just not listened to them?” He admired it, the way Damien did whatever he wanted with little, if any, thought to propriety. It fit in nicely with the sort of nihilism Stan had been given to these last few years.
“There is a difference.”
