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Sun, 19 May 2013 21:23:35 -0400

to devour fury;

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:09:06 -0400

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Wrath chuckled and bit down on his earlobe again before moving away enough to face him. “Why not~?” Her voice came out as a sensual purr as her hips began to grind harshly against his. “Let me have him,” She growled, her voice edging on dangerous. A flicker of flame trickled from her lips before she licked it away.

“We’ll show you just how pleasurable sin can be.” Chuckling, she let her hands leave his hair until they were gliding down his chest, though she then leaned up, her hands coming to grab her own breast and dug her nails into them. “But if you stay, I will just have to pleasure myself.”

{ cackles }

Sun, 12 May 2013 12:34:10 -0400

{ cackles }

to devour fury;

Sun, 12 May 2013 11:52:20 -0400

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Incendiu could feel a type of lust creeping up on her that she couldn’t quite place. She felt it burn up inside her with every brush of his skin against hers. It wasn’t a blood lust like normal— it was carnal and sensual. Incendiu wanted him, but something was bubbling up inside her. Before she could stop herself, she jolted away from his grip and leaned up from him. Her neck twitched and several cracks followed after. She breathed heavily for a moment before a smirk crossed her lips and something akin to a purr followed.

Wrath leaned down to Petruchio, letting her hands thread through his hair before yanking his head up towards her a bit cruelly. She leaned closer to his ear before nibbling on it. “Won’t you give me Gluttony?” A chuckle left her, her grip on his hair tightening. “Or will I drag him out of you?”

how long has it been?

Sun, 12 May 2013 10:10:00 -0400

It felt like years. Though the truth was it’d only been a few weeks. Anytime without Petruchio felt too long to her, but she’d had to leave. She felt horrible leaving without a goodbye, but that was the worst part of going away. Her nightmares had been getting worse, she was scared of hurting him. Only time could heal such wounds, wasn’t that the saying? Whatever it was, she’d hoped time away could help her.

The air was much warmer now, though the rain pounding down on her made her breath hot and sticky feeling. She walked calmly, though the thoughts inside her head raged on. ‘He won’t love you anymore. You left him. He won’t forgive you.’ Tears rose in Incendiu’s eyes and she shut them, letting the tears roll down her face, the rain masking her tears in their constant downfall.

The Sin was standing outside the apartment, her eyes glued on the door. Petruchio could probably feel her power, he knew she was outside. Would he come to open the door? She waited, just a few seconds, and there was nothing. Drawing in an uneasy breath, she walked up the slippery steps and tested the doorknob. Unlocked. How like him.

Walking inside, she hesitated before closing the door quietly and made sure her steps were silent on the carpeted flooring of their cozy apartment. Incendiu held her breath before stepping into the kitchen, her eyes falling on his figure looming over the sink.

“Pet?” Her voice was quiet and unsure, her eyes falling to the floor. “I-I’m really sorry, I’m back now. Just-” Before she could help herself, the tears came.

“I’m sorry. Please take me back.”

{ now on hiatus until further notice }

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:09:12 -0400

{ now on hiatus until further notice }

—Falls asleep on a park bench again. Go home, Incen.

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 12:55:07 -0400

—Falls asleep on a park bench again.

Go home, Incen.

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Sun, 14 Apr 2013 21:47:58 -0400

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Sun, 14 Apr 2013 19:36:56 -0400

Incendiu sat in the park on a bench, her knees curled up to her chest as she looked out into the distance. It was early morning, the dew on the grass still wet, and it almost seemed like there was dew on her hair, as if she’d been out here all night. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment before hearing someone behind her. With a shriek, she jumped up and turned, pointing a finger at the figure.

“Who the hell are you?”

to devour fury;

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 11:25:00 -0400

voraciouskindness:

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Incendiu didn’t want to stop what she was doing, since she was beginning to become close to his face again, but she leaned up enough for him to slip off her shirt. In the few seconds it took, her resolve to leave a dark hickey on his neck was set. She knew it would heal within an hour or so, but just for that period of time, she’d leave an imprint on him saying ‘He’s mine’. Before she could lean back down to kiss the crook of his neck, his hands were giving her breasts a light squeeze. Her eyes closed and she let out a quiet sigh, followed by a quiet moan when he began to rub her nipples. The Sin put her hands over his, pressing them a bit rougher against her chest before she leaned down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. To think that this was truly happening, that she was becoming so close to another being, it was almost unbelievable. But she loved him, adored him, more than anything she’d ever come across. Incendiu wanted to be his completely, and have him entirely in return.

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Thu, 11 Apr 2013 10:47:59 -0400

Happier || suddenlle

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 10:22:00 -0400

Happier || suddenlle

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Thu, 11 Apr 2013 10:14:54 -0400

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Thu, 11 Apr 2013 10:10:08 -0400

sinolia: “La douleur exquise” by Niklas Hoejlund with Trine...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 12:09:25 -0400

sinolia:

“La douleur exquise” by Niklas Hoejlund with Trine Hyldtof.

midnight snack {@heirofgehenna}

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 21:40:36 -0400

heirofgehenna:

Huff. He didn’t like how the other demon was behaving. She was too stuck up and arrogant for his taste — then again it was those kind of people that he liked since they were more of a challenge than those who feared his mere presence. Still, he didn’t like it when he met a person like her that didn’t even know her place. And what manners! She was even daring enough to dirty his clothes with blood which he hated. Taking a step back, he lifted up a leg, shaking it slightly even though he knew it wouldn’t help much in his case. “You gotta wash that later.” he demanded of her, watching her closely.

So she wasn’t just a ‘no-body’ like he first thought. Still, her rank was pretty low compared to his own. Adramelech wondered if her behavior would change once she learned of his heritage. Something inside him doubted that highly. “My name is Adramelech, one of the sons of Satan. Will you now tell me what business you have here, ?”

Incendiu watched with delight as he shook his leg and demanded that she clean his pants. She bowed deeply again, shaking her head towards the ground. “Whatever you wish, sire!” Raising up again, she clutched her stomach as she laughed, her laughter filling the entire alley and echoing outwards. After coming down from her laughter, she wiped a tear from her eye, beginning to straighten herself up. “I don’t have to wash anything, I can rip off your hands and use them to clean them if you so wish, your highness.”

The Sin wouldn’t stop with the sarcasm. It was obvious this male demon was a Natural-Born, and of high status. Truly, she could have cared less. This boy could be Satan himself and she wouldn’t spare him any of her venom. Once hearing who he was, she grinned and began pacing around him, her eyes running over him like a predator watching it’s prey. “Son of Satan~?” She purred, ignoring his question. “You surely don’t seem like it. I thought for sure I’d be able to tell who you were, Adramelech!” Incendiu had a faint memory of him, and she began to recall it as she touched her chin daintily. “I remember running into you once. There was a mission, I believe you were tormenting some officials and we were sent out to kill them. We ran across each other, didn’t we?”

She giggled, closing her eyes before stepping back. “You haven’t changed. Still trash, and a royal pain in my ass!”

|| fear me, sister calamity ||

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 16:25:44 -0400

Incendiu, only fifteen, breathed evenly, her steps loud against the marble flooring beneath her heels. The bleach white walls were splattered with red, bodies to her left and right as she made her way down the hallway. She whistled an up-beat tune, a small smile on her face at the sound of screaming at the end of her hallway. Once she reached it, the Sin eyed the body waiting for her, the boy chained to the wall. He had bright green hair and greenish yellow eyes. “So pretty,” She mumbled, kneeling down to his level, brushing hair from his face.

“P-please, Wrath. Don’t do this…” He begged as she smiled.

“Wrath…?” Incendiu chuckled. “Dear Petruchio, it’s me.” As she spoke, his eyes widened, his head shaking as tears fell from his eyes. “It’s me, Incendiu. They told you to fear me. And yet you treated me as a human… What a silly boy.” Pulling a knife out from behind her, she grinned and slashed right across Petruchio’s neck, reveling in the feeling of his blood splattering across her face.
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The feeling of blood awoke Incendiu, the twenty-five year old woman waking up screaming, her arms and legs thrashing about before being held down by her lover. “I’m here! Calm down, Incendiu…” He pleaded, her eyes opening as she heard his voice. Her breath was shaky as she wrapped around his neck, pulling him to her.

“Pet, I’m so sorry… The nightmares came back,” She sniffed, her eyes closing again as he set her back down against the pillow. “I killed you,” She whispered, fear in her voice. “It was all so calm…”

{give me drabble ideas, it can be about Incendiu’s past, future, current threads idefk just send me...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 15:59:51 -0400

{give me drabble ideas, it can be about Incendiu’s past, future, current threads idefk just send me some pls }

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Sun, 07 Apr 2013 12:31:00 -0400

nejikureru-honoo:

Now that she had expressed it two times right after each other, that she’d like to come in, Rin had no inclination to deny her. He would have invited her in anyways, but as she seemed to be (not that he knew much of her so far) a woman who seldom asked for favours, he was all the more eager to grant her the simple wish.

He wasn’t so eager about the demand, though. “‘Course, come right in,” he replied in a casual, warm voice, stepping to the side as the envelope was pushed into his hand, and as he pushed the door closed with a heel, and leaned against it, he promptly ignored her earlier command, and tore the envelope open with a sharp, pointy nail, shaking out the folded piece of paper from inside it. “What’s this?”

He’d never been a fast reader in Japanese, but in the past years, he’d learnt the Latin alphabet through his various abroad missions well enough to be halfway through what turned out to be an apology letter addressed to him, by the time, Incendiu could even turn around to realize he had just gone against her wishes. He smiled at her lightly, leaning against the door, and hiding the slice of paper behind his back, so she couldn’t reach it. “We’ve got a kotatsu in the living room, if ya wanna warm up,” he offered. That way, he wouldn’t be reading it while she was around — she’d be in a different room. “‘M comin’ in a moment.”

A small sigh of relief left Incendiu as he allowed her entrance to his home, her footsteps quick to enter, but slow once they reached the inside. It was a cozy place— which made her a bit uncomfortable. It wasn’t extremely lush, nor bare, it was the right amount of friendliness, and it now really made her uncomfortable. The Sin wasn’t used to nice living conditions, she even kept her and Petruchio’s apartment comfortably bare. Unless, Pet brought home new furniture or something of the sort, she let him keep those.

Incendiu’s attention was taken away from inspecting the apartment by him asking what she’d given him. “It’s—” She really did not want to say this aloud. “An apology. But please, do not read it in front of m-” At that moment, the Sin turned around to address him, only to see him hide the unfolded paper behind his back.

“Didn’t I say—”

“To not read it around me?”

“You imbecile.”

The Sin turned, throwing her hands up in the air, shedding her scarf and throwing it behind her so that it hit him in the face. “I’m coming in a moment,” She said in a high-pitch voice, making fun of him as she headed towards the living room, before rambling on to herself quietly. “A kotatsu sounds very nice… Perhaps, I should get one for Pet and I.” Incendiu, you are a horrible house guest.

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Thu, 04 Apr 2013 17:02:40 -0400

nejikureru-honoo:

Seeing a smile on her face was entirely new to him; last time they met, she’d been all snarls and hisses and hostility. Now, she seemed genuine. Rin eyed her for a moment longer — what could her purpose be, coming here, and so early in the morning, too? Finally, he gave her a nod, and then a wave that could both be taken as a greeting, and as a notion for her to come up through the corridor, and he’d let her into the apartment.

Without waiting to see what she was going to do next, he finally stepped in from the balcony, shivering for a moment as he pulled the sliding door closed behind himself, then he stretched with a small yawn, walking to the door. He was still barefoot, wearing only a shirt and a comfortable pair of pants, but he didn’t really care about Incendiu seeing him in casual clothing. Last time they’d met, he’d worn his uniform — and she’d splattered it with blood.

The door opened, and the half-demon leaned against the doorframe, ankles crossed, a small, curious smile on his lips as he eyed the tiny woman climbing the stairs. “Hey.”

After no answer, and just a small nod, she hesitated walking up the steps. What if he wouldn’t accept her apology? Incendiu paused on the bottom of the steps before he opened the door and she stared up at him, half-expecting an invitation. Then again, when did she ever ask for an invitation? The Sin took a deep breath and pulled on a callous expression while beginning to head up the steps. “Hello.”

“I’d like to come in, there are some things we should speak of and—” Incendiu pulled a small package from her pocket, a light blush on her cheeks as she shoved it at his chest. “Here, take it. Don’t open it while I’m around.” She managed to say quickly enough so that she could act like she didn’t even say it. Whenever he’d chose to open it, disclosed in a small envelope would be a piece of paper folded over several times. On that paper would be a detailed apology; Incendiu found it much easier to write out apologies than to say them aloud.

“It’s very cold out here,” Not to you, liar. “I’d like to come inside.”