gluttony

if you are what you eat, i am everything. it can't be right, for i am the last one. { original character, belongs to jeanette's Seven Deadly Sins. } { NOW ON PERMANENT HIATUS. ASKS WILL BE DIRECTED TO MY PERSONAL. }

[blueforestfires]

“That’s what Ma says. That I can do it, but I just hafta work harder than a human has to," he murmured, absently fiddling with the hem of his shorts. He honestly had no idea why he spoke demon instead of human as his main language— he’d mostly heard human, not demon, as a baby, after all. Rin was sure it was probably another sign that he wasn’t normal even by half-demon standards, that his body was closer to a full demon’s than other halfbreeds’ bodies. "But as far as I know, me an’ Yuki aren’t like other half demons… Instead of both of us bein’ half and half, it’s more like he’s a full human and I’m a full demon," Rin said, bringing his knees up to his chin and wrapping his arms around them. "Nobody knows why we’re like that, though.”

“…Boring?" Rin asked, glancing up and blinking at Petruchio for a moment before giving a small shrug. "I guess it’s boring sometimes, when Ma and Yukio aren’t here and when all the other demons are too busy to play with me. I still like it here a lot, though. I get to climb lots of trees and run around, and I can have my flames out and be myself without bein’ scared and without people bein’ scared of me," he said, a small smile on his face appearing and growing as he said more and more. The question about big cities, however, stopped Rin in his tracks, staring up at the older demon with a look of utter confusion; he’d always assumed that everywhere outside of where he’d been was just like where he lived, but Petruchio talked of ‘big cities’ like they were vastly different from his forest. Not for the first time, he wondered how completely different life outside his forest was from life inside. "…Big cities? What are those? What are they like? Where are they?" Rin asked, tail flicking back and forth curiously.

[voraciouskindness]

"Eh? But you're not a full demon," Petruchio said, frowning lightly. "I mean... you're closer to being demon-like than human-like, yeah, but... you don't feel like a full demon." Whether that was a good thing or a bad one, that was for Rin to decide, though.

Petruchio flopped down into a sitting position next to the boy, and stuffed his hands into his pockets, a thoughtful expression on his face. It shifted into one of surprise, when he realized he had a small bag of biscuits in one of his pockets; he pulled it out happily, and stuck one into his mouth.

"'M not sure I can explain, if you've never seen one," he said with a small shrug, his mouth still half full while he was talking. "Cities are the places where lots and lots of humans live together. Well, not together, like everyone knows each other, they just live next to each other in a huge group... There's a village at the foot of this mountain, have you never been there?" he asked curiously. "Cities are like that. Except way bigger."

[anonymous-jo-dancer-of-fire]

[blueforestfires]

Just as quickly as that other presence surfaced, it disappeared, the young demon’s muscles relaxing as he felt it recede. “It’s okay." He paused for a moment, absorbed in thought. "T-That was the bad thing you talked about, wasn’t it? A few seconds ago. I felt it," he said softly, furrowing his brows slightly. Even though it’d only been present for a few seconds, Rin’d been able to feel how powerful and malicious it was— and even though Petruchio seemed to have control over it, the being really scared him. Rin was amazed that Petruchio kept any control over himself, let alone the amount of control he had; if Rin had something bad like that in him, he wasn’t sure he would have lasted 10 seconds. 

“It’s okay! It doesn’t really matter to me which language you use," Rin chirped, giving the other demon a lopsided grin. "My Ma and brother are human, so I understand human just fine. I, um… I-I just can’t speak it all that good," he continued, his ears tinting pink with embarrassment. "My throat’s not built for it, so everything I say comes out… funny. Ma’s helping me get better, though." Every day before Yukio got home from school, they would sit down together and Rin would practice speaking Japanese, his mother encouraging and helping him all the while. His little tail wriggled a little; even though the sessions were hard sometimes, Rin liked that he and Ma got to do something special together. "Yukio helps me sometimes, too! Yuki’s my little brother. He’s really smart," Rin chattered, beaming proudly; as far as Rin was concerned, Yukio was a genius. 

[voraciouskindness]

"Yeah," Petruchio agreed simply, glancing to the side. It was a relief that he'd been able to persuade Gluttony to fade back, at least for now. Knowing him, he would have probably just scared the kid half-dead, just for sheer amusement, but that was still something Petruchio himself would have very much liked to avoid. What would have been the point of it, anyway? Gluttony may have been a part of him, but they weren't very much alike, except for a couple of things.

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it, eventually," he reassured the boy with a light smile, deciding to sit down on the ground. "You are half human, yeah? I think your throat is just as well built for it as it is for demonic. The only difference is that humans mature slower." It wasn't entirely true, per se, but in some regards, demons were like animals; most of them were born ready for life, in most aspects, at least. Humans were one of the rare species of Earth that were born without the ability to walk, or to feed themselves. What an impasse of evolution.

Of course, Petruchio had once been human, too, but he didn't think of himself as such anymore. Even if it weren't for Gluttony being a vital part of him now, the amount of things that had been done to him would have been enough to make anyone forget what or who they truly were.

"So you live here alone with your mom and your brother?" he inquired. "It must be pretty boring. Don't you ever want to go visit the big cities?"

[blueforestfires]

“Bein’ lonely already hurts," he said quietly, looking down as his tail kicked up dust behind him. Rin was just fine when his family was around, but once they were at school and work something heavy settled in his chest. The half-demon chattered at any demon who could even barely feign interest and fabricated imaginary friends to keep him company, but it wasn’t quite the same. More than anything, Rin wanted to go to school and make friends and have teachers like Yukio did.

“Pe— Petruchio? You’re acting funny," Rin said, a shiver going down his spine as he felt something about the other demon shift. Despite being young, Rin was very good at sensing the presence of other demons— and Rin could feel a demon other than Petruchio take over the other demons, almost as if possessing him. Rin was genuinely afraid of Petruchio (or was it Gluttony?) for the first time. The half-demon desperately wished his mother was home; despite already being physically stronger than her, her presence made him feel safe like it did any other child. “St-Stop actin’ scary," the half-demon said, pupils flashing red as he tried to summon up all his princely authority (and failed). He could barely convince Snowmen to do what he wanted on a good day, let alone a demon millions of years older than him.

[voraciouskindness]

Petruchio (or was it Gluttony, now?) eyed the boy, lips drawing into a thin, dry smile. If Rin thought loneliness hurt, then he'd never been actually hurt before. Petruchio didn't discredit emotional pain, no -- but nothing could ever outdo the things that had been done to him physically -- no amount of sadness or loneliness could cause such mental anguish.

His lips pressed even further together as he realized the light changing in the young one's eyes. Go away, he thought desperately, hoping that the presence of Gluttony would fade away. He is of no interest to you. Just, go. Gluttony's amused laughter echoed in him, but he managed not to let any of it out. His expression was pained for a few seconds, but he finally was able to relax, smooth his muscles, and smile down at Rin.

"... Sorry. I didn't mean to." He switched back to the human language effortlessly, rubbing the back of his head in a sheepish sort of way, his cap tipping forward a little. "As I said... I have something really bad in me." There was an awkward pause. "I... hope you don't mind, if I just stick with the human language, right? Makes it easier to keep him quiet. You can still speak in demon if that's easier, I can understand you."

[voraciouskindness]

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[voraciouskindness]

覚醒さん

Pixiv ID: 13827709 Member: yuki＠ついった

[blueforestfires]

“I-I mean, they count… it’s jus’ that family’s different from friends,” he said quickly, frowning a bit. “I guess what I mean is that I love my family,  but only bein’ able to ever talk to two people gets lonely.” Yukio and Ma could both talk to people outside, but all Rin had was his family. Without them, he had absolutely no connections to humanity or the outside world in general.

“Pe— P-Pppppe… Ppppeeetrrrrr…..” Rin flushed, looking ashamed— he always ended up sounding stupid when he spoke human, with his lengthening of letters and the way he purred his r’s. Why did doing anything even remotely human have to be so hard? “Petruchio.”

While Rin didn’t know what the word ‘Gluttony’ meant, he did know that he faintly sensed something lurch in Petruchio when the green-haired man said it. The idea of something being even worse than an exorcist made the fur on Rin’s tail stand on end; Rin knew from both his mother and other demons that exorcists killed demons hundreds of years older than him like it was nothing. “Exorcists are scary,” he mumbled, curling in on himself. “Every time they come into my forest, I gotta stay in my house and hide. Sometimes they come in without anybody knowing an’ then I gotta run real fast to get to my house and hide.” Even at the tender age of six, Rin had already had a few close shaves— once, he’d ducked into a prickly bush just as an exorcist shot at where he’d been a second before. Rin had returned home shaking, scratched up, and in tears. “My Ma used to be an exorcist, but she quit ‘fore Yukio an’ I were born. She didn’t like how they hurt demons that didn’t even do nothin’ wrong.”

[voraciouskindness]

Petruchio couldn't help the smile beginning to form on his lips as the boy struggled with his name in human. There was nothing hurtful in his smile, though; perhaps he was a little amused, but he didn't think there was anything to be ashamed about for Rin. "I'm only saying..." he began, with a little hesitation, "that I would rather be lonely than be hurt." But, then again, he had been hurt so many times that a normal human would have long since either lost their mind in it, or simply died. Yet he'd persevered -- but it cost him a lot, including his views of what meant having a normal life.

The presence of Gluttony moved again -- for a moment, he flashed in Petruchio's eyes as he looked at Rin. The green-haired man shuddered a bit -- he had hoped the Sin would not take interest in the demon boy. Then again, it was harder to not connect to the essence in him while he was continuously speaking in demon. He would have needed all his humanity to press the Sin back down, to force him to obedience; and that wasn't possible. "Exorcists are nothing," he said simply, and the voice of the ageless creature shone through his own words. "They cannot even touch me. Not the strongest of them would overcome what I truly am. Their only luck is that I despise fighting."

[thewrathfulone]

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[voraciouskindness]

She'd been straddling him even as he'd sat up, but now he turned them around; she was laying on the bed, him hovering above. He crashed their lips together again, and then began to trail lower and lower. To an outside looker, it could have been fluttering kisses that he showered her in, but actually, each of them were a bite; very little, no bigger than a fingernail, but each of them tore a bit of skin, drew a little blood, until he stopped, lips hovering above her neck artery. She was driving him mad, but he still had to keep a clear mind. He couldn't go too far... or her host would be damaged. He leaned back a little. "Your turn," he breathed. She could do anything, after all.

[voraciouskindness]

Fugă!

Petruchio ran the entirety of the way back home. His hands balled to fists, he kept looking behind his back; he didn't care if he looked suspicious to random passerbys, he had to make sure he wasn't followed. Of course, Greed probably had his hands full with Envy, who had managed to almost kill herself (now that Gluttony was gone, Petruchio found himself in shock; who would have thought that Invidia could end up like this? ... then again, perhaps Envy had gotten stronger in her much like how Gluttony had reawakened in him...), but he still had to make sure. They were going to leave anyways, go as far as they could, but they didn't need to fight their way out.

He wasn't out of breath by the time he arrived, but sweat was trickling down his face as if he'd just gotten out of the shower, and the side of his coat was still splattered with his blood, even though the injury had long since healed, despite the fact that it had been a life-threatening one. There was still a light pink line through his neck where the artery had been severed, but that, too, would fade in another half an hour.

The Sin practically exploded into the apartment, slamming the door behind himself, and reaching out in his mind, searching for the connection that would give him relief. There it was -- Incendiu was home; he could feel her presence. He found her seconds later, sitting on the edge of the bathtub wearing only underwear, and brushing her mass of crimson hair. For a couple of seconds, he just gaped at her, unable to even think of a good way to tell her what she needed to know.

"... Candlelight," he finally said in a low voice. But then, he didn't know how to continue. They're here. We have to run. Get away from here, as far as possible. How could she just sit there and look at him so calmly, despite the fact that he was covered in blood? Incendiu, please. He couldn't remember when was the last time he'd felt this panicked. Even the torture at the Institution hadn't made him feel like this -- he'd been sure of the things that had been coming, and that was by far better than facing the unknown terror... especially now that he had something unspeakably precious that he couldn't afford to lose.

[itstherestofus]

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[itstherestofus]

Invidia gasped as he slashed his neck himself, then to throw her under him. Blood splattered across her, the feeling of its warmth causing her mouth to open in shock, though blood soon got in her mouth too. She gagged, trying to lift herself up from the floor as he pinned her. Her eyes were wide with shock as the presence of Gluttony crushed her. He’d truly changed, all those years of being her playtoy, he was now finally fighting back. It was amazing, the feeling of his power literally suffocating her, the way he felt protective over Wrath… Why couldn’t she have that? Her true envious nature kicked in and she leaned up wiping blood off of her face.

Her heart skipped a beat, two powers clashing. She was for once glad that she was one of the most sensitive when it came to sensing power levels. Greed was coming. “You might as well do it while you can,” Glaring, she slammed the knife into her chest, beginning to scream out wildly as blood began gushing from her wound.

Greed had been looking for his cologne, which Envy usually borrowed to spray her room. What a strange woman she was, but he adored her, so he allowed her some free room. While walking into the living area where she said she’d be, he called out, “Envy, did you take my cologne again?”

[voraciouskindness]

Petruchio's heart skipped a beat as Invidia's scream pierced the air -- but Gluttony merely smirked, and he hopped off of her, letting go of the knife, and wiping his palms on his jacket. "You did that to yourself; I'm not claiming the credits," he said, his voice a low murmur full of pleasure at the sight of her blood.

"Have fun with that," he added, before turning his back, and allowing himself to fade away.

Petruchio had stayed painfully aware of everything -- a part of him wanted to help Invidia, but another, bigger part wanted to get away; he, too, had sensed Greed before he had come, and he didn't long to meet him, of all the other five. He would be risking Incendiu as well.

[itstherestofus]

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She could feel herself become closer and closer to tears as he undid her grip on his shirt. There wasn’t anything she could do to physically stop him, he was stronger than her by far. Taking a step back, she let her head hang, her eyes fixed upon the marble flooring. “You’re right… Anything is better.” A snarl rose from her as she pulled a knife from the side of her thigh and jumped at him, managing to get him onto the ground, she put the knife at his throat.

“Anything being that whore of a Sin, Wrath! We’ve heard the rumors, Gluttony. We know that you two are together.” She hissed, pressing the steel harder against his neck. Leaning down until her hair was falling into his face, she grinned, beginning to whisper. “She refused Sloth’s invitation. I know that she’s hiding. And when I find her, I’ll gut her like the damn filth she is.” Invidia gently pressed her lips to his. “We could be so happy, Gluttony. Don’t you see that?”

[voraciouskindness]

Back then, Petruchio was almost always scared. He hadn't been free to do whatever he wanted to do. He hadn't been able to say things that needed to be said. So much to make up for. It was probably his fault, for not speaking up sooner, that Invidia had thought she could go this far. Things weren't like back then anymore. Petruchio had found joy in freedom, even if he had no goals -- and the most important change was that he wasn't ever going to allow anyone to lay a finger on Incendiu again. For that, now he even went to lengths he wouldn't have done even a month ago -- but since then, Gluttony had once more made his presence known, and, slowly but surely, Petruchio resigned himself to getting to know the Sin residing inside himself -- he had no choice anyways.

This time willingly, he let Gluttony rise, albeit not shifting entirely to him. His fingers clasped around Envy's wrist like an iron cuff, but -- surprisingly -- he didn't push her away; he pushed the knife harder against his throat, and then slicing it up himself. With the same motion, Invidia herself lost her balance and toppled onto the man, who used the motion to roll them over. And then, there he kneeled on the ground above her, his blood splattering all over her face and hair as it squirted from his neck artery, until the wound began to finally close up. He didn't care about the pain. He wasn't even angry -- he was Gluttony, not Wrath. But Wrath was his, and Envy needed to remember that, once and for all -- all he did was what was necessary for that goal.

"Anything bad you dare to to her," he whispered, his voice laced together with the Sin's, yet staying human, "I will do ten times as bad to you."

[itstherestofus]

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Invidia just watched with horror as he sealed himself off. Was she truly that horrible? That he didn’t want to come back to her? She just watched as he closed himself off from her. “Because we are all that we ever had.” Her tone was reaching a threatening tone. “You should know that the best, Petruchio. Who else could ever love or deal with us?!” Now she was screaming, her voice echoing through the room. “We are Sins! They brought us here, they keep us here.” Lowering her voice again she grabbed at his shirt, pulling him closer to her. “Just stay, Pet.”

“I promise I can make you happy. Happier than you’ve ever been,” Her grip on his shirt tightened so much that if he pulled away now, she would rip a hole in the fabric.

[voraciouskindness]

He didn't know what he was doing here. He didn't know what he was doing in the grasp of this woman. Some time ago, he'd liked her -- because she, too, had been stepped on, and her cries had been something he couldn't listen to without doing something. She had found some solace with him, one he had offered as a friend. And he wouldn't have been unwilling to offer the same thing now -- but she seemed to have changed, and, if she'd truly wanted to be a friend to him, she would have understood him better.

"You don't get it, Invidia," he replied briskly. He knew his shirt would tear if he just pulled it out of her hand -- so instead, he wrapped his fingers around hers, and, one by one, he unlaced them from the fabric, until he could tug away his military coat, unharmed, and take half a step back. "You've forgotten what I told you on the last day, before I left? Anything is better. Being alone is better. I'm happier now than I'd ever been here. There's nothing I will give that up for. Nothing."

[itstherestofus]

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“Oh please, don’t be so formal,” She gave him a sly wink before leading him into the living area. Pausing, she looked back to him, noticing his facial expressions hadn’t changed. This wasn’t going like she thought it would. He’d hear that they were back, he’d come to see her, and they’d fall in love. Like they always should have done.

“Why so gloomy?” Envy ran her hand along his arm before grabbing gently at his hand. “Aren’t you happy? We can all be together again.” We can finally be together. She paused, her smile fading as she continued looking at him. “You… didn’t know that the Institution was back, did you?” Shaking her head, she grabbed tighter onto his hand. “It’s no matter, we were going to come look for you anyway!”

[voraciouskindness]

As she reached after his hand, Petruchio raised his arms and folded them across his chest, looking down at her with his expression still unchanging. "I wasn't anymore formal than you," he noted; why should he have called her Invidia if she didn't call him Petruchio? "Why would I want to be together with everyone again?" he inquired, his voice becoming more and more emotionless with each sentence. Just like back then. Don't show how you feel. Don't give them even more weapons against you. "I am perfectly fine on my own."

Of course, he wasn't on his own, but they didn't need to know that. He had to protect Incendiu; she wouldn't have wanted to come back here either.

They were going to look for them? Then it meant they had to get as far away as possible. "Thank you for telling me that. I should go."

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“Gluttony?” It took the Sin a few moments before she ran forward and threw herself onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck. “It’s been so long! You found your way back to the Institution…” She grinned and tried to pull him inside. “Come on! Everyone will be so excited to hear that you’re here.”

[voraciouskindness]

"... Envy." This, he hadn't expected. Found his way back? The Institution was no more -- and he had wanted to be as far away from its remains as he could be. Didn't the rest of them feel the same? Hadn't they all endured endless torture and pain at its hands? Of course, compared to Petruchio, everyone had been better off... but, why would they be excited? "It's been long, yes." He couldn't muster up a smile. He was glad to see her, yes... they had a history together; a history of him protecting her, much like he'd tried to protect everyone from harm, but had kept failing. Things were different now, though. He didn't want anything or anyone else from his past than Incendiu, and he already had her. All this meant for him -- them -- was trouble.

[blueforestfires]

“I never had a friend before,” he said, grinning eagerly. “I mean, I have my Ma an’ brother, but they don’t count ‘cause they’re my family. An’ there are some demons who play with me sometimes, but that’s just to keep me happy while Ma’s at work an’ Yukio’s at school.”

“I definitely couldn’t say your name if we were speaking human,” he admitted. “I’m bad at speaking human. Ma works with me on it every day, but I still sound funny ‘cause my throat isn’t good at making human noises.” Rin frowned, looking a bit embarrassed; when he spoke Japanese, his… impediment made him sound much younger than he actually was, and he didn’t like it. Rin only ever spoke Japanese when he was practicing with his mother, or when he had to.

“I think how nice you are is more important than some random thing you can’t change,” he said stubbornly, pouting. “Bein’ a demon doesn’t make you bad, even if everyone else thinks it does. That’s what my Ma says,” Rin continued, folding his arms across his chest. “All of the humans think I’m bad ‘cause I’m Satan’s son and I got his flames, but I know I’m not ‘cause I try to be nice and be gentle and share like a good boy. What I am doesn’t matter.”

[voraciouskindness]

Petruchio pressed his lips together for a moment, eyes narrowed as he looked down on the child. "Your family doesn't count?" he repeated slightly incredulously. "Don't say that so easily." He didn't even remember his own family, and he would have given almost anything to do.

"Petruchio," he repeated in human, a small smile crossing his lips for a moment.

"Maybe that's the case with you, but not with me," he finally said, after a few moments of pause. "You may be able to evade having to pay for your father's sins, and just be yourself, but I am a Sin myself -- it's not a quality of me, but my very essence." He paused for a moment, then added, "Trust me, you wouldn't want to know Gluttony." He drew in a sharp breath as he felt the spirit move a bit at the mention of the name in the ancient language. He forced him back down with sheer willpower, swallowing hard, almost not daring to breathe for a few seconds. "He is worse than what any Exorcist can do to you."

[blueforestfires]

Rin wiped at his eyes, his face brightening as his lukewarm flames flared. “You really would?” The young demon asked eagerly, tail wagging. “I-I don’t really know what to play… or any of the rules of most of the games… but I can figure ‘em out!” Rin chirped, his ears turning pink; he only knew the vaguest things about most human games, having never been one for rules and regulations.

“My name’s Rin! Ma says it means ‘lightbringer’ and she named me that ‘cause I got my daddy’s flames,” he chattered happily, tail wagging. “Nope, I don’t know anything ‘bout Him. I jus’ know my Ma mentioned Him once and said he made my dad an’ everything else,” Rin continued, as if this was inconsequential trivia. “If you’re not Him, what’s your name? And why wouldn’t He like you? You seem pretty nice to me,” he questioned, smiling up at the older demon eagerly.

[voraciouskindness]

"I... don't know all that much about human games, either," Petruchio admitted with a sheepish smile, rubbing at the back of his head. After all, he'd just told the boy what kind of a childhood he'd had -- he hadn't really had many chances to play games. The kind of 'games' he was really familiar with were all involving a tremendous amount of pain, and were only fun for the ones doing it to him. "But we can just do whatever you feel like doing, and then it will be a game, right?" he asked, smiling. "After all, the point of playing games at all is just for friends to spend good time together."

"Rin, huh?" The boy was named after Lucifer, and he didn't even know what it meant. Petruchio wasn't even sure what to think of that. What was his mother even thinking? A mortal woman... She was probably strong, too, to bring such a boy to the world, and nurture him in this manner. The thought only made the green-haired man smile again, despite the oddness of the situation. "My name is Petruchio... but you can call me just Pet, that would probably be easier." If he didn't even know who God and Satan were, there was no point in explaining to him about the Sins. "It's not really as easy as that. It doesn't matter if I'm nice or not, if I have something really bad in me that I can't get rid of." He only hoped Gluttony himself wouldn't get interested in the boy; although he could hold him back for a while, if the Sin got too needy, there was no stopping him, and that would have been more than simply an unpleasant experience for the little one.

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"No..." he moaned, but he knew he didn't have a choice. Unless he gave in, Wrath was going to hurt Incendiu -- and, for the first time in years, he could feel Gluttony inside him; a ravenous feeling of raw hunger for the woman on him rather than actual sexual desire, but it was still strong enough to make the human man shudder and cry out for help in vain. He couldn't possibly use his power to stop Wrath on his own like this; not now, when the boundaries had weakened like this. He had heard her call, somehow -- inpossible, and yet --, and rose to the surface, stretching himself out right underneath Petruchio's skin. Let me out. Let me. I need to have her. She's mine. Petruchio gritted his teeth, staring up at Wrath's smirking form above him through the thin film of tears layering his eyes. Let me, now, or I might become too needy to actually take good care of your Incendiu while being with my Wrath.

Petruchio drew a deep breath, and then allowed it to escape his lips in a sigh, as if it was his last. As he gave himself over to the ageless spirit lurking in him, his last thought was, why would have it worked out? Nothing ever did, when these two were involved.

Gluttony's smile filled in the human host's face in an entirely different way. None of his features actually changed, save for his eye's colour shifting a shade into something colder, more calculating, devious. He sat up with a speed that the human eye couldn't even follow, and now Wrath's wrists were both pinned behind her back with only one of his holding them together, while his other hand rose to first caress her cheek gently, then grab into her hair and pull, strongly, as he glanced down at her bleeding stomach. "You just couldn't wait for me with the beginning of the fun, could you, my love?"