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WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Thursday evening
WHERE: Zoe's apartment
WHAT: Zoe went away for three days and has just got home
WARNING: Sure, why not.
NOTE: We're impatient brats okay.


Zoe had to get out of the city because it was too much. She was hugely depressed over losing her grandmother's locket and she hated the fact that she let Greed's callousness hurt her. She knew from the start he was trouble, he was a player, and he was interested in just one thing. She was an idiot for letting it go as far as it did and she'd take the blame on herself. Why not, it wasn't Greed's job to care and actually back off and not break her heart. He had to go after what he wanted. It was human nature.

So Zoe ran to get some space and distance while she still had control over her emotions. Except her phone wasn't letting her forget him. She wanted to call Gabe but knew he was unavailable and she was starting to hate her phone. Greed was going to be the death of her. One minute hot, one minute cold... AUGH. She'd gone for a few days by the water which always settled her nerves except every time she got a message, she wanted to chuck the phone in the ocean. She'd tried turning the phone off but when she turned it back on, she'd have a slew of new messages from him. And though she didn't respond to any of them, she read every single one. And she hated that she missed him.

On the ride home she didn't even look at her phone, just miserably out the window of the bus. The person next to her said, "I think you have a message." Zoe didn't even look at them just said dully, "I know." a few minutes later, the phone buzzed again and the man said, "Could be important.." Zoe said in the same flat voice, "It's not." she closed her eyes and let her head thunk against the glass lightly as the phone buzzed again.

When she reached her apartment building, she pulled out her phone to scroll through the texts Greed had sent her today. She sighed and put the phone in her duffel along with her shoes so she could start the long climb up the stairs to her apartment. She'd cried already on her little trip away but all she wanted to do now was crawl into her nice bed and cry some more. If she really wanted to forget and move on she might have to change her number.

Date: 2012-09-28 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
His hands had just rode down her back, feeling that healthy curve that sloped down to her ass. He was about to take that dive, his kiss feeding off of hers. He wanted more, all of it right now, but all that hit his head like a jackhammer. He broke the kiss taking a running leap to the bathroom.

When he came out he was as pale as he'd been the last time he'd been with her. "Jesus you're going to kill me..." He said sliding down on her couch.

Date: 2012-09-28 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
He stretched out on the couch, throwing his arm over his head. He took a moment to gather his strength again. Maybe Lust was right. This was a bit of a fucking hassle, but he still wanted whatever it was. It was part of being who he was, he wanted everything. He wanted to wave abracadabra but she was already right there. He wouldn't ever tell Lust, but he was curious about how he didn't even nail this girl with his charm and he was able to get her wrapped around his finger.

"Stop." He groaned. He didn't like hearing sorries, thank yous, all that stuff just made his head hurt a little worse.

Date: 2012-09-28 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
He pawed at her arm with his free hand, trying to grab the phone from her grasp. "What are you doing?" He dropped his arm from his face. He was as pale as a sheet but he wasn't going anywhere. Fuck no. His mortal toy. His good time even if it put him in a coma.

Date: 2012-09-28 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"You think I'm leaving? Ha!" He laughed shifting himself to sit upright. He pulled at her arm struggling to get the phone out of her hand. "Gimmie that." He got a grip on the phone and pried it from her fingers.

Date: 2012-09-28 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
Now that he had the phone in his hand he started flipping through her messages. Had she saved every damn one he sent. He quirked a smile. That was kind of cute. He took a few new snapshots like a kid playing with his parents computer. Once he felt his head stop spinning he came up behind her, laying his chin on her shoulder. "So where did you go?" He had to admit he'd kind of missed her. Greed was good on his own, he could be alone, but he thrived off other people...it was perhaps why he and Lust were inseparable at times. He liked battling with others.

Date: 2012-09-28 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
He was wearing her down, its what Greed did when he latched on to something. He put on his best face dragging her back to him. Maybe this would be a little easier if she knew what he was, but he wanted to hang onto his things as long as possible. He wasn't done with this one. "What do you mean?" As if it wasn't an obvious question, as if he didn't know why.

Date: 2012-09-28 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
Well...that was exactly what he thought he wanted, but when she said it so plainly it was almost as if she took the luster right out of it. He kind of hated her for that. How dare she! Then she tacked on that thing that Virtues were so good at...caring. He could emulate and play it but it wasn't the same as someone who could actually feel it. He was jealous of that because as a Sin he wanted everything he couldn't have. That was something he couldn't have. But he had this brilliant idea that if he could understand it enough, there was no stopping him from obtaining anything he wanted.

As a Sin he was pushing her to a point to see how far he could string her through. Most couldn't handle him for long, she had managed a good three or so weeks.

He was kind of angry and excited at the same time that she could have such feelings without him using himself in influence. But she was greedy for him all on her own and he clung to that.

He looked to the bed then back at her. It was like the necklace dangling in his rear view mirror. It didn't feel like it was supposed to. There was no joy out of it, just as the promise of getting her in bed didn't excite him like he'd thought.

"Say it again..." He propelled his finger in the air, "that whole bit about what you feel 'cause that's a new one on me." It made him a little uncomfortable. It wasn't like Charity who always worried about him, or Lust, or the women he did use and abuse that wanted him for his meat. Or his money. Or whatever he drove them to. This was all Zoe and he'd probably fuck it up in the end, but he wanted to try because it was something so new. He wasn't a demon, he wasn't entirely evil.

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