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♕; a powerful psychological force producing intense wanting for an object, or circumstance fulfilling the emotion.
[ independent roleplaying account for personification of lust. ]
permotionemxvis started following you
“I assumed I’d relish in dinner for one, but it seems that’s far from possible. Did Diggle send you?”
“Ah, my apologies — I have an ugly habit of inviting myself without any prior warning. … hardly. Who’s Diggle, again?”
“Such an honor. I’d be lying if I said I don’t enjoy the fact that I’m the favorite vampire of the oldest deadly sin.”
“Well, you’ll have to deal with that as long as they do their job correctly— besides, you should be used at this point to the idiocy that some humans tend to show. Care to tell me which one? Just in case if I meet him. Anyway, better be careful with what you do the next time, it would be quite a shame if you ended up with all those clubs destroyed.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time you lied. Honesty suits you better.”
“I suppose you’re right, but that doesn’t mean they become any less idiotic as the days go on. I might as well give you the names of the whole crew as there isn’t just one to blame, but hey, feel free to have a snack — I’m sure one less worker wouldn’t harm the progress. Ha, Greed, obviously. Honestly, if any other sibling dared to lay their hands on what belongs to me, I wouldn’t be nearly as merciful. Thanks for your concern though — in the other hand, playing nice was never really my forte.”
”Go ahead.” — He probably should’ve poured it himself, all things considered.
In all technicalities, he should’ve turned Lex away the moment he felt his presence. As of late, he was never someone that could help. If he wanted to find solace, he could visit Desire and have a drink. If he wanted an outlet for pent up frustration, he could visit Chaos and throw the first hit. Lex, on the other hand, did nothing.
And yet he still preferred his company over anyone else’s, and the reasoning behind that was beyond him.
For now, he could blame it on a weary mind. He could blame it on wanting to have something familiar around until he could find his own balance without assistance. But at the end of the day, he really just wanted his brother.
”I thought you were too preoccupied in Portland to bother tending to things here. You surprised me.”
His brother’s apathy was somewhat unnerving, but — just for tonight — he decided to skip any snarky, unpleasant comments; merely shrugging his shoulders and reaching for another glass. Truth be told, he didn’t expect to be welcomed; didn’t really think that his presence was needed or sought after, either, as his appearance rarely gave the other the much needed solace. Wrapping his fingers around a nearby bottle of whiskey, he languidly opened it to fill both glasses to a point just underneath the brim of each cup.
All in all, he was pleased to see his brother, if only to keep the other company; even if it wouldn’t make anything better. It wasn’t as if he wanted to look like he was overly upset or worried about what had happened between them and so he chose not to, leaving the past as the past in a habitual mannerism of defense.
Passing one of the glasses of liquor to his brother, he twirled around his own cup while watching the liquid lap at the sides as it was jostled. He would prefer if the bad air lingering between them left on its own without him having to say anything, because the tension was becoming a bit too uncomfortable for his liking.
“I’m pretty sure they can survive one day without me; and if they can’t, then clearly, I need another, more reliable crew. — don’t I always?”
“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting a visit from my favorite sin today. Shouldn’t you be slightly busy with the renovations of your bar? Better hurry up, you still have to invite me to another drink”
“I was nearby, so I figured I might as well drop by and check up on my favorite vampire — especially since lately, all I’ve been dealing with are idiots from the construction crew. It’s depressing, really. Heh, please, darling; my brother destroyed only an insignificant amount of the clubs I own. I wouldn’t be here if he had destroyed everything.”
- permotionemxvis stumbled upon you
Nadia’s shy personality got her nowhere it went came to people, so, generally, Jasmin was usually the one to get acquainted with new people. It was easier. “Evening, sweet.” A bright smile was wide across the females lips as she let a hand move to settle against her hip, head tilted to the side as she regarded the stranger. “New, right? Don’t think I’ve seen ya around here, but who am I to say? I don’t really pay much attention to the general population around here.” She gave a shrug; Nadia dealt with people, much to her dismay, more often than Jasmin.
“Evening, darling.”
He stumbled upon a disturbed one, didn’t he? It wasn’t easy to catch — not even for someone who operated on emotions, and yet, there was something off about the girl. Nevertheless, he decided to push the uneasy feeling aside; it wasn’t for him to judge. “I visit occasionally. Can’t call me a regular, though.”
It was like that with every city he found himself in.
“What about you? Visitor, or born and raised?”
”A drink and twenty-four hours of sleep would do me well, admittedly.”
Greed’s hyperactivity spells were much akin to that of an extreme caffeine high; he could soar for days (sometimes weeks) before he hit the ground. However, when the Sin finally hit empty and crashed, it wasn’t necessarily as hard as he let on. In lieu, it was the economical turbulence that took him for a spin.
These weren’t unusual, though. They happened quite often— and by now, he had figured out how to cope. This was yet another more significant reason behind why he preferred his brother and Luck around to appease him.
Unfortunately, Avarice didn’t always get his way. Even if he chose to believe otherwise.
”I’d offer you a drink out of faux hospitality, but I see you’ve already helped yourself.”
“Well — all I can offer is pouring you a drink. I’m afraid forcing you to sleep for twenty four hours is bordering on a new scenario idea for the next Mission Impossible.”
Truth be told, he expected the other in a worse state; this was a rather pleasant surprise, especially since they parted on questionable terms. Nevertheless, he had an useful habit of ignoring past fights and simply moving on without explaining or apologizing for anything, and clearly, it came in handy — especially with Greg.
“I wasn’t sure if you could keep up, so I went ahead,” he snorted, playing with the glass in his hand. Truth was, he usually did things before asking for permission or waiting for the other to offer.
Another bad habit.
Pulling two brothers’ dead weight wasn’t a hayride. Avarice was
tired.Wornout. Exhausted.—Just another early day in the office.
It’s not like he wanted to poof for three days — certain circumstances forced him to, however; something about a neck wound and rebuilding bars in Portland.
Once the territory seemed safe again, though, he didn’t mind returning; sticking to what he previously promised. And no, he didn’t expect Greg to be too happy about him intruding during business hours, but whatever.
“You look like you need a drink. Or twenty four hours of sleep.”
”Is that what you think? You’re not fooling anybody, handsome.”
She offered an endearing smile, though the venom in her tone was undeniable. Her hand delved into the pocket of her sundress, digits curling around the steel nail file and slipping it out. Green irises leveled with her brother’s, taking a small step forward and tipping her chin up a fraction, plush lips ghosting over his.
Her free hand drifted up, fingertips brushing lightly over his flesh at the side of his neck before slipping around to rest at the nape, pulling him down into a gentle kiss. The minute she drew back, the triangular tip of the file punctured through his flesh in a quick motion, piercing straight through the main artery.
”Better infect him with bitter resentment than faux security. I don’t ruin your imagine. You ruin it on your own.”
She then released him with a shove, though kept the steel file lodged through his neck.
”That’s for suggesting anger management.”
“That’s your — unimportant — opinion.”
The kiss proved to be a surprise all in itself — her voice clearly laced with venom and resentment. Truth be told, he wasn’t planning to start a fight; in the other hand, finding the right words to irritate other people never seemed to be a big problem. Despite the slight suspicion, though, he didn’t back away nor deny her the affection —
… — at least not until the sharp sting in the side of his neck, blood immediately spurting from the wound due to the nail file piercing through the main artery.
He was used to pain, sure; after eons of living, it was inevitable. Still, he couldn’t help but groan and flinch, stepping back and reaching up to pull the nail file out, mouth curling into a disgusted frown when the crimson spilled from the injury in both rivulets and small spurts. Pressing his palm against the wound, after a few seconds of merely standing there and trying to stop the bleeding, he glaced up to look at her — eyes narrowed in obvious annoyance.
“Well, I think you proved my point perfectly. Some help to deal with your mental instabilities would be nice.”
He’d leave getting back at her for later; right now, healing the wound was a priority. If left unattended, eventually, he’d bleed to death — knees already weaker than they have been prior.
