a softer world meme

[fauning]

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[viudeajira]

[broil]

[Never done, never done. Not with this path of destruction, not with the hunger, not with all the bad things he's been placed on this Earth to do, and neither is she. Surely she remains on her own side more than on that of Good or Evil, but Petre's mission is quite clear until the Devil comes to drag him kicking and screaming back down to hell.

Until then, the gluttonous thing will keep on feasting on human lives, grotesque and obscene. It's another one of those nights as he wipes the blood from his mouth, spattered all over his skin and clothes. He flashes the girl a big smile, one that sparks with youth until it's been dragged out so long it becomes nothing but teeth.]

Want some?

[viudeajira]

[ There is nothing particularly special about Petre, to her. Rationally she knows he is different in the grand scheme of the demon host... but he is still just a demon. Still just a creature of hate and hunger. A lost child with an ugly smile. But watching his indiscretions is a hobby of hers, she supposes.

The bloody mess that he has created does not fill her with hunger. She lost that emotion a long time now, replaced with an emptiness that set her free.

She approaches all the same, bare feet padding slowly into the pool of blood. It ripples oddly under her passage, does not stain her the way it stains him. When she crouches down beside him, however, her white frock comes in contact with the redness of it all and the color seeps up her hems. ]

It is not like you to share.

[broil]

[His smile is wild, but his gaze watches her with a quiet calmness that makes him almost animalistic. All the way down to the hems of her skirt as the blood crawls its way upwards, leaving her perfect skin to itself. Like the only thing that's real about her are the clothes she wears.]

You don't know me very well.

[He sucks on his fingers, licks them clean from all that red. Then he sits back and wipes a sheen of sweat from his forehead with the heel of his hand.]

I feel brand new. Do you get that feeling anymore? Or is it all just static for you?

[viudeajira]

[ She reaches out, tracing her fingertip down the center of his forehead and down his nose. ]

In the formless realm.... one always feels brand new.

[ You were not trapped the way were you were in the physical world, you were free to be in any manner. ]

[broil]

[Oh, Carla, don't you know he loves it when you touch his head.]

And how does one know what is good without ever having any of the bad?

[how do you get to feel new when you never get to feel old.]

[viudeajira]

There is no difference between the two.

[ There were no lines in the formless realm, all things were all other things, waxing and waning. All embracing, all rending. Always new. Always terrible. Always wonderful. ]

[broil]

Sounds fucking boring.

[What. It does.]