http://bedroom-hymns.insanejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bedroom-hymns.insanejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] nevermore_logs2012-11-08 05:26 pm
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WHO: Greed & Lust
WHEN: Friday
WHERE: Lust's apartment
WHAT: Licking their wounds, pouting
WARNING: Sins, 'nuff said


Lust and Greed had holed up in her apartment to recover from the battle they had waged with their siblings against Lucifer and Satan. There were deaths. And major causalities. Their bodies had looked like someone had tried to shred them. And burn them. But no one knew where Lust's apartment was except Greed and Gluttony and Glutt was dead.

They were healing nicely, most of the wounds having mended but there were enough marks still left that weren't fading fast enough for Lust's liking and they just served as nasty reminders of what happened. Lust hated being marked up, she hated Greed being marred either. She liked her things pretty. So this was an extra blow. They'd both be right as rain soon enough but all she was now was tired. And angry. She lay naked on the bed playing with one of the bloody knives from the fight idly as she stayed lost in thought.

[identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com 2012-11-10 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Greed took her hand after staring at it for ages, curling up into a ball in her naked lap. He pressed his cheek against her thigh, his hands grasping her knee. She would be what he hung onto now, and he would lose this human side that he was with Zoe. He needed something, Lust was all he had right now.

He whined shuffling around after a while and flopping back so that his head hit her lap and he could see her face. He was like a child with a tummy ache that wouldn't go away.