Indefinite Hiatus

ʀᴘ ʙʟᴏɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇʟᴘʜᴇɢᴏʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟᴜᴠᴀ ʙᴏꜱꜱ

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Penned by Classified (Classi); 29 — She/They

Hiya! It's been a while, huh?

I figured I should say something here before going ahead with anything.

I haven't really been feeling Belphie's muse for a hot minute now. In true Sloth fashion, she's taking a nice long nap.

→ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ & ꜱᴘᴏɴᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴀᴡᴀʏꜱ → ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ & Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ

"Do they?"

Belphegor hadn't yet taken the time to lift her eyes skyward. With her height compared to those often surrounding her, she's far more used to looking down—when she was awake, anyway.

Though... come to think of it, she doesn't recall seeing stars in Hell, and her Earthly escapades were few and far between. She chalks it up to her frequent naps leading to her missing out on the dancing lights of the night sky. Maybe once she's home again she'll take the time to watch the sky more.

Her head tilting back, she takes in the beauty of the night sky, her arms still full of pillows and blankets that she'd insisted she had to bring with her. She wasn't going to sit around uncomfortable! Besides, they'd make for a great place to sit and have a picnic if they so chose.

Silence drags out for longer than intended while Belphegor soaks up the scene, finding it increasingly harder to pry her eyes away from the twinkling lights overhead.

→ ʜʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ

There's something almost amusing about telling the Sin of Sloth to relax while ushering them into a state of hypnosis. Of all of the sins, she's most susceptible to hypnotism; particularly the kind that relies on the subject relaxing or 'drifting off'.

She's always in a state of relaxation and drifting off is what Belphegor is best at.

Belphegor breathes out a quiet hum in acknowledgement, the majority of her eyes closed and the two still open are half-lidded at best. A question weakly pushes back against the growing drowziness:

"Mmh... hm...What are... you hoping to gain from this?"

→ ꜱᴇɴᴅ 📐 + ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ!

→ ꜱᴇɴᴅ 📐 + ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ!

Back tomorrow for more replies and inbox stuff!

→ ꜱᴇɴᴅ 📐 + ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ!

→ ꜱᴇɴᴅ 📐 + ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ!

→ ꜱᴇɴᴅ 📐 + ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ!

//

Absolutely!

→ ꜱᴇɴᴅ 📐 + ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ!

→ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ♡ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ!

It's hard to say who fell asleep first. Belphegor can hardly remember what they were doing before everything went fuzzy and her consciousness drifted away from her.

What she does know is that she's awake now, bleary eyed and blinking back the remnants of her impromptu nap. She's half draped over a beanbag with the sound of radio static in the background. Did she have a radio?

Still groggy, she pushes herself upright only to slump backward and look around, rubbing at one eye while the rest scan her surrounding. The source of the static makes itself clear from the moment her gaze floats over a purple lump. Oh! Alastor! That's right, they'd gotten together to talk about... something? Were they supposed to talk?

It was supposed to be a date of some sort. A get together of friends... acquaintances? She finds herself unsure of how Alastor regards her. In any case, she decides that knocking out together with a friend counts as a pretty good date.