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Kitschington
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❝ pulled up at a stoplight . . .
did drugs on the dashboard. . .
did drugs on the dashboard. . .
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. . . look at the mess we've made tonight ❞
[FIELDBOX="☠, #E1C595, solid"]Aritian scoffed a little at the demon's rudeness... After all, he was going out of his way to help him. But, rather than argue, he simply took the 'gifts' he'd been given and started to walk away. "I'll be back to check on her in a few days. ... Good luck." He said, finally, before fluttering off. He disappeared from the room without another word and without leaving a trace.
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Time passed painfully slowly, but before long yet another day dawned.
The woman that rose from Naomi's sheets was... different, to say the least. Body surprisingly clean, free of the blood that had coated it before, she got up from the bed. The door in front of her opened without a single touch from her. It swung open slowly and she advanced through it with a slow yet methodical gait. Her attention turned to one side, looking down the hall to where she could see a familiar face. Eyes practically crackling with energy, Naomi's blue eyes had been replaced once more. Instead, they shone a bright gold... yet there was nothing comforting in her gaze. They were dead. Dead as they always were when her 'other side' was in control.
Lips curling in to the coldest smile, Desire couldn't help but admire Argus for being able to sleep through the night. He'd done such a terrible thing yesterday. Such a terrible, terrible thing. She could remember most of it. Especially the dying part. That had been the absolute worst. Everything afterward was fairly amazing though. Exhilarating, really. Just the rush she needed... Walking over to the sleepy demon, Desire ran her fingers across the couch until it was nested in his messy, red hair. She smiled as she sat down next to him, leaning herself against his shoulder. Despite how little she wore--having stripped down to her underwear to sleep that night--she wasn't shy at all. After all, she had no reason to be. Letting her lips graze the side of his face, she nuzzled his cheek briefly before speaking into his ear. "Wake up, dearest... Someone wants to thank you..."
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