#perustava

[etputredo]

        youth leads to as much mischief as it does misfortune . she, young princess, is no exception. in pushing herself && her skills, she’s wound up in a mess. caught in a rose bush, her beautiful blonde curls && delicate skirts entangled in the thorns, child struggles for freedom. after several failed attempts, eyes begin to well, thick lashes heavy with salty tears. the child does all she can do, pleading for someone, somewhere, anyone out there -- HELP !! // @perustava​

[etlascivus]

       ❛  we need to talk , lilith .  ❜  @perustava​

[etlascivus]

@perustava​

        hand is gentle upon her head as he pets her , black fingers carding through luscious , golden strands . they entice him  &&  he bestows a tender kiss , craning his neck  &&  lifting his head from the cushions of their bed . he falls back to them , slowly ,  &&  nuzzles into her scent . how unfortunate that such sweet moments could not last . he ruins them too quickly , as if on purpose .  ❛   i will be disappearing for a while . i figured i should let you know .  ❜

[etlascivus]

( @perustava​ )

        he arrives without prelude , with barely even a sound as mismatched feet slip through smoke  &&  land upon the polished floor of dear brother’s estate . such is his nature . the devil of pleasures does as he likes , does as whims will . disregarding courtesy , asmodeus is quick in his demands .  ❛  where is mammon ?  ❜  he asks .  ❛  is my brother asleep ?  ❜  he pries . the dust clears from the closed portal ,  &&  regardless of whether staff lend their help or even their ears , the devil gets his answers . omniscience is a convenient curse . it serves him well  &&  serves the wanton what he needs .

        only once he’s found him  --  the devil of greed  --  does any sense of propriety resume in foul devil’s demeanor , however fleeting . there’s pause to knock , there’s pause to introduce , but be him busy or be him free , asmodeus is quick to capture mammon  &&  pry attention toward his own selfish needs . black hand is upon the golden god’s forearm , the claws eager but not daring to dig into skin . there’s a meekness to younger’s face to match the request upon his tongue , eager inside greed’s mouth with the kiss that greets him . 

        ❛  give me your seed , mammon . i want our child now .  ❜

[etlascivus]

perustava replied to your post “You could always rip his throat out, little brother. (Mammon)”

"My, my, my. Who has upset my younger brother? Can I do anything to remedy it?"

      ❛  if i did not know you better i would say you’re teasing me , carrying that tone , asking me thus . you’re older than me , you can’t answer yourself with your wealth of experience ?  ❜

[funereasque]

Belle lets out the tiniest of chirps.

            Hearing such a quiet chirp, Hayden places down his book with a brow cocked. Blue eyes shift over towards the demoness as head tilted slightly. He didn’t say anything, wanting to see if Belle would say something first.

[rosaceaes]

A familiar chirp is heard. More vulnerable then he last heard her as Juliet came to bump her forehead against him. But she says nothing really. Unsure how to voice her concerns over the matter.

             A chuff leaves the faun’s lips as Juliet came close, pressing her brow against his own. The male then gently took ahold of the woman, gently guiding her to rest within his welcoming lap before he brushed hair away from her face.        “Long time no see, love. Is something the matter?” He’ll ask, leaning back as hand rests upon her thigh -- giving it a loving squeeze as he reminds himself to not be overly affectionate. Especially within these walls upon the surface with Amelia around. The last thing he needs is to upset the nymph as well as himself for getting carried away.

[funereasque]

Kida // @perustava​

            This felt nice. The feeling of something soft against his skin to the dulling ache of something he couldn’t quite place. Eyes of gold haven’t opened, but his mind wakes. A hand rose to touch what he thought the small sense of pain came from.       He remembers now. He passed out. Why did he pass out?       His eyes closed tighter then as he no longer felt like resting. The hand now laces within dark locks, tugging harshly to give himself proper motivation to get up. Eyes were soon rubbed as a groan escapes Wolf’s lips. A sense of dizziness overcame him and yet came to pass as he sat still for a little while. There was something else he felt however.       What was it?

Abandonment. 

      Something nulled both gifts of Eithne and Niadh. Wolf just couldn’t figure out why.       “Where am I?” His voice sounded raspy as he became to focus on his environment. Some fool had taken him in it would seem. Grumbling to himself, he struggled a little getting onto his feet, but balance is found and he makes way for the way out.