seven deadly sins

[machiavellian]

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▲Lust

⤷ an intense desire; usually thought of as excessive sexual wants, however lust could involve the intense desire of money, fame, or power as well.
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▲Gluttony

⤷ over-indulgence and over-consumption of anything to the point of waste.
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▲Greed

⤷ excessive or rapacious desire and pursuit of material possessions.
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▲Sloth

⤷ not just physical laziness, but spiritual as well; a failure to do things that one should do. By this definition, evil exists when good men fail to act.
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▲Wrath

⤷ inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger
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▲Envy

⤷ insatiable, covetous desire
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▲Pride

⤷ the original and most deadly of sins; a desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to acknowledge the good work of others, and excessive love of self
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belle . ouat

[lucency]

((can work with any of them except sloth. gluttony would just have to be iced tea ahahaha - okay. :| ))

so i can definitely go with lust?

[coops]

Judging from the fact that his coat is neatly folded next to him in the booth, Cooper's been seated in the diner for quite a while. Instead of his customary, quick cup of coffee at the counter, he's opted to sit and relax. Because sometimes you just need to take a break.

Belle knows where he is. He told her he'd be stopping in on his way to see her. But he's accidentally lost track of time, too involved with his pot of coffee to notice.

The usual.

provided you have no plans to bring ikea into this and also you recall my other texted stipulations.

[lucency]

He isn't usually late, is the thing. Even if there were nothing else she could find that was good about him, she'd be able to point out his punctuality. He tells her he'll be there and he's there, and so when he's not, Belle's on her guard.

And then tempting fate and trekking her way down to the diner as well, a mix of worry and eagerness to see him (despite the fact that some might wonder whether or not they've been spending too much time together. It doesn't bother her. It's completely irrelevant). The door jingles as she walks through it and - yep. Spotted. Looking relatively safe and out of trouble and just distracted by coffee, of all things.

Hopefully he won't be startled as she slides into the booth right next to him and says, "You were late."

[coops]

Cooper's caught extremely off guard. He nearly spills coffee on himself when Belle slips into the booth. But he's quick to recover, setting the cup down on its saucer and positively beaming at her. "Sweetie! Wasn't expecting you. I was actually on my way out."

Which is a total lie. Because look at that - there's some coffee left in the pot. He planned on finishing it all.

[lucency]

Yeah. That's a lie he's caught in. She stares at him for a moment with a discerning glance before reaching over to take the coffee pot from beside him, swirling the remaining coffee around in it.

"And leaving this behind?" she says, arching an eyebrow. "You've changed."

But she stops teasing and sets the pot down, nudging it closer to him before leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. So there.

[coops]

Belle grabs for the coffee pot and he panics. Yes - panics. You can see him visibly attempt to sink beneath the table with shame.

But she sets it down without a fuss. And then she's kissing him. So that means it must be okay.

"I was going to leave as soon as I was done drinking it. I swear."

[lucency]

It's totally okay, now that she knows he hasn't run into any trouble. She just has to give him a hard time every now and then; don't take it too badly.

"I'd hope," is all she says. With a smile. No real hard feelings. But she leans away from him, folding her arms and resting them against the table. "I was worried you'd gotten lost."

[coops]

Wow. Embarrassing. He just... won't answer that. At all. Because who gets so caught up in a pot of coffee and forgets about meeting up with his girlfriend?

This guy. Obviously.

[lucency]

What were we just saying about no hard feelings? And that embarrassment - it doesn't seem like he's terribly good at hiding it, because she catches on immediately. Belle just smiles to herself, laughing quietly, and shakes her head.

[coops]

"So."

Changing the subject now.

"What did you have planned for the evening? You seemed pretty secretive when I asked you about it earlier. Am I still not allowed to know, or--?"

[lucency]

There was a reason for her being secretive. Not because it has to be a secret, but Belle didn't quite know how to phrase it over the phone.

"I was thinking," she starts off. Slowly. Reaching across the table and grabbing a napkin, toying with it because - nope. Still kind of unsure how to phrase it in person. But her eyes flick over to him and it's just something that has to be done, and that's that. "I could - stay with you. Tonight."

And cue that whole flustered thing. "Maybe. If you -" Honey, stop talking. It's okay.

[coops]

He leans in close, hanging on Belle's every word. His hands are neatly folded on the table. Coffee is completely forgotten.

She seems pretty flustered. But he doesn't interrupt - just... lets her talk.

And when she mentions... you know... his eyes just widen, and he nods slowly.

"This is rather sudden," is all he manages to say.

[lucency]

"I know," she says. "I just - if there's a finesse to this sort of thing, I haven't discovered it yet."

She's dropped the napkin and is picking at the seams on the fingers of her gloves - the ones she didn't remove when entering the diner, along with her coat. Maybe she should do that. It is a little warm in here. Once they're off and set off to the side and her hands are folded to match him, she sighs and adds, "If that's a no, I'll understand."

[coops]

"I didn't say it was a no," he replies, eyebrow arching. "I didn't say it was a yes either. I just need to know - do you think it's too soon for this sort of thing? Because as long as it's between two perfectly consenting adults, then I'm alright with it."

[lucency]

It was the maybe, wasn't it? It totally was. She knows it. And it's noted: the next time she's trying to proposition her boyfriend in a diner, don't use the word 'maybe,' unless she wants to wind up kicking herself. Like right now.

"I wouldn't have suggested anything if I thought it was too soon. Or if I didn't want to," she says, particular emphasis on the word. And really, maybe closets aren't the best indicator of seduction technique, but she's more or less wishing it had progressed past the point it did - if only so that this conversation wouldn't be happening here.

Though, once she actually thinks about it, the fact that he's leaving the decision entirely in her hands is a good indicator of why she's with him in the first place. So just to pay him the same courtesy, she asks, "Is it too soon for you?"

[coops]

"You're nervous," he simply says, not batting an eye. "That's perfectly understandable. But why would you ask such a thing if you weren't intent on following through? That's not like you at all."

Pause.

Now it's his turn to become quite flustered. Hypocrite.

"Of course it's not too soon. I'm comfortable with this. I just need to make sure you are too."

[lucency]

Of course she's nervous. But she thought she was getting her point across quite clear, and - well. His question is what makes her turn to him, expression ever-so-slightly incredulous.

There's a beat after he stops speaking, to make sure he's actually finished, and then her hands are on either side of his face and she's kissing him as hard as she can get away with. Maybe that's a better way to explain.

"I'm completely intent on following through," she says once she pulls away, still close enough to speak in a half-whisper. Her hands slide down to his shoulders. "Believe me."

[coops]

Give him strength.

Because she's practically mauling him in this booth in the corner of the diner. And he doesn't know what to do with his hands, so he decides to cling to brace himself on the table and the back of his seat instead.

Once she breaks away, he just sits there staring at her. He blinks a few times, clears his throat. And her hands slide to his shoulders, and he still grips onto the table like his life depends on it.

"Li-likewise," he finally says, voice cracking. He clears his throat again, nodding.

[lucency]

Oh, so he got the point, then? Good.

She just smiles, rather satisfied with herself, and sits back in the booth, folding her hands in her lap and crossing her ankles beneath the table. And then casts a sidelong glance at him and says, "Finish your coffee," very calmly. Like nothing ever happened in the first place. No reason for him to get uncomfortable about this.

[coops]

"Yes, ma'am," he replies with a nod. And then he straightens out in his seat, setting to do just that.

"Did you... want some, or?" He holds out the mug. "If you helped drink it, I'd be done faster." Pause. "Just a thought."

[lucency]

Wow. You wanna know who the subtlest person on earth is? Hint: it's not Dale Cooper.

"You didn't seem to have any shortage of time before," Belle says. Just to bother him. And for a moment, it looks like she's going to essentially leave him there to fix the mess he made, but eventually she comes around and takes the cup from him, taking a drink - and it's still disgusting. She tries not to laugh as she hands it back to him. Desperate times, desperate measures and all of that nonsense.

[coops]

She makes the cutest faces. Really. That's the only reason why he makes her drink coffee from time to time. She'll never enjoy it - to each her own - but it's her reaction that makes it worth the shot.

He nods in thanks when he takes the mug from her, and then he finishes off the rest of the sweet, sweet coffee. He retrieves his wallet from the inside of his suit jacket, leaving a few bills on the table.

"Well I'm set," he announces. Then he bumps her shoulder with his. "Scoot. Scoot scoot. We need to go." Playful grin.

[lucency]

Okay, now she can't help laughing as she shakes her head, getting up from the table and putting her gloves back on - and gestures to his coat in the seat next to him. Can't have him forgetting anything out of distraction.

Out of politeness (or something), she takes his hand to help him out of his seat. Really, it's just all the better to lead him to the door with. And then to end up clutching his arm, once they're outside. No big.

[coops]

He'd never forget his coat. It's his favorite one. So there.

He moves to slip it on, but she takes his hand and - consider him getting helped. This is a new one. The coat will just stay draped over his arm until he can regain ownership of his hand.

Not like he's complaining. He enjoys how their hands seem to meld together perfectly.

He'll get the door though, on the way out. A proper gentleman always gets the door for a lady.

[lucency]

"Thank you, sir," she says with a smirk, waltzing out the door and practically dragging him with her, hesitant to let go of him just yet - regardless of the circumstances. But they're in the middle of the parking lot when she does, giving him the chance to slip his coat on. Because it's freezing. And heaven forbid he wind up chilled. Health is of the utmost concern and all.