#1iliths

˗ˏˋ 𝕾𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 : Her Majesty, @1iliths ━━━ ⟢ Oh, you make an art of provoking me.

⅋. THE COMMANDER'S GAZE CUTS TO BONE, AND BELOW. The Queen sits across from him, at the oval table which parts them, and he traces the dark honey pooling in her eyes like gems, the curve of her nose, the pout of her red lips as she seethes at him athwart the room ━ a paraphernalia of memory from a time gone, this portrait of the Woman at the Red Sea. So familiar, yet long forgotten. The Devil never usually attends these symposiums [ It irritates Adam for the sole reason that he, too, does not wish to be in attendance. ] and this eve's agenda, it seems, is left to Lilith's discretion.

His helm sits neatly atop the table. [ That courtesy, at the very least, he does her. ] Adam shrugs, then, toying with one curved horn, the steel glinting in the purged light of the Embassy's Citadel. There are parchments strewn about, some signed in ink, some yet awaiting to be read, and his patience dwindles with the dying flames of the candles. ❛ If I wanted to provoke you, Lils, you’d know. This is me being civil. ❜ A scoff slips from his throat, and he leans forth. ❛ But, hey, whatever gets this shit over with quicker. Come ooon! How long are you going to deliberate over the proposal? ❜

"You know, Lily... My brother truly is lucky to know you."

Yeshua carefully traced the frame on the wall, taking in the portrait within with a reverence. "Up there, everything is expected to be so... perfect. This... gilded chain around the neck. But you set him free. I can't deny I have always envied that."

From this prompt!

Getting a shot at meeting the big royal heads of Hell all on different occasions? Almost unheard of. Guess she should make her next unbeknownst goal meeting these supposed Sins of Hell as well. She's met a few due to circumstances that were out of her control, but nonetheless; it didn't make this cesspool place any easier to stomach.

And the nightmares caused by her sleep apnea only seem to worsen on some days. Essentially, she was reliving her life when she was alive, just down in the depths of the ground versus on Earth. There were new rules and guidelines to follow; well, not necessarily, but if she didn't want to die again (yup, apparently that's a thing), it was best to do what was needed, even at the sake of her own pride.

But to land in a situation like this? Having an off day where the world felt like it was crashing like a heavy downpour around her and to have the queen of Hell comfort her? Nobody would believe her; Pomni was probably having another episode of disillusion - some sort of fever dream. And yet, the heaviness in her heart and mind felt too real and the words too genuine.

It has to just be a dream ... one where I'm imagining someone else comforting me with the words I need to hear. Maybe that's all this is. Or I'm really losing touch with everything.

Her teary hues refused to create a line of connection between them, her chest lightly heaving in subtle cries, doing her best to hold them back. She's never like this - so emotional and open. It scared her, in truth but it just wouldn't stop. A sniffle was heard as her arms grasped her body tighter, curling herself up to appear smaller, using her wrist to catch stray tears.

@1iliths sent for a random starter !

@1iliths ; ❛ is that a challenge? ❜ / prompt

⸺ ❝ Ya know what I always say, darling. World Peace would've been achieved just from the curves of your smile. ❞