leanashe

            after 5000 years, more or less, I’m here? sorta? had to steal my boyfriend’s laptop bc mine died ;-; and I can’t get my hands on a new one.

                      “ HMMM..... WHAT A lovely scent~ ” Nevan purred as she lied down on the table, not caring for the sudden invasion of privacy as she commented on the scent the other carried around. it was a familiar scent, one she could not put her finger on. “ what cologne is that? it’s too sweet to belong to heaven, but too bitter for heaven. certainly fascinating! ”

                 “ KEEP YOUR SALT and pepper away, little witch- those won’t work in keeping me away. ” not that the demoness had any intent on harming (yet) the little one that stood before her. fuchsia colored eyes glinting with mischief and curiosity, traits she had carried with her even now. “ I’m more interested in what stories you have to tell rather than your soul. ”

                 upon arriving (and once materialized), the demoness strut around, a smirk never leaving her lips. “ are you up, my sweet? I’m in dire need of company. ”

          “ I’M QUITE CURIOUS- what does a pretty girl like you have to do in a store like this? ” although the overly sweet and ironic tone, Nevan was highly interested in the answer. to see such a fragile girl walk into Dante’s store was not something the creature would expect.

             while i cry in agony (bc my pc is to slow and I can’t take decent screenshots to make icons to save my life) like this for a starter?