#alwayschasingraiinbows

Her sweet little girl! The light of her life! The flame of her lungs! Who was she kidding? She was her life!

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The last time Adam saw blood....was when he died. No matter how hard he tried to forget it....it always came back to him. Red and gold mixing like a disgusting painting. Red dripping from his arm and then the pools of golden blood spilling out everywhere from when Niffty murdered him in front of a giddy crowd.

And now....it's red. Red red....he hated the color red. It brought him back deep in time to something....someone.

Someone who was probably giddy too back home.

Just so much red....disgusting red. Adam's body was shaking slightly as his eyes looked so big. His voice so small....scared.

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"Mama, I found a pretty flower!"

That was the voice of young Charlie running over, carrying the stem of said flower in her hand as she approached closer. She seems excited, that is, until she comes to a stop and realizes that the flower is not as it was a few moments ago.

Wide eyes would regard the now empty stem with a definite disappointment, a quiet "oh" leaving her as she tries to comprehend. It had been nice and fluffy and delightful before! What happened?

"I think it blowed up..." The child's gaze would turn to her mother, as if asking.

Amid meetings that demanded to feast upon minutes of her daily activities as they devoured every bite, drip, squeeze and dip of her attention, the Queen of Hell had to make do with the inevitable as she attempted to shoot two birds with one stone. Surely the mouths belonging to the most diabolical negotiators within the parliament could resume to run regardless of how she decided to spend her time. The child she often had attached at her hip should bare no distraction... she was the princess of Hell, after all. This could be seen as training if you strained your brain enough to accept her hands free approach to it. If Charlie wanted to blow spit bubbles, then her voracious conversation partners shouldn't mind their Queen's split attention... disrespect her hand raised in brief time out, and you might find yourself ordered to work the mines for a week monitored by her.

The depths of her pettiness ran hog wild. It was best to not challenge it.

This must've been the umpteenth time her child interrupted their conversation. One may have thought that letting her loose in the garden would garner them a moment of respite. Perhaps enough to drive the final nail in securing a good enough deal with a royal... as if! Lilith's attention was once again demanded elsewhere, her hand lifting back up in the air to hold that thought. If it wasn't clear before, then it should be crystal that her priorities aligned elsewhere.

Her eyes lit up with the same fascination she'd been giving her child's mundane activities, height lowering from her statuesque posture as she bent her upper body to take a better look at the stem. A sly smirk erupted on her visage. She knew what this was about.

"Look behind you," she pointed at the air behind her with her chin at the floating trail of plumes.

"It's stronger than before." The wallpaper seemed to light up beneath Lilith's finger tips as she pinched at the corner of the room, thumbing up its spine with an inspecting eye. "Love is deep in the foundation of this place. You built it with your own hands, didn't you? With help, of course. I can feel it."

She waited for a moment before canting her head to her daughter, giving her a soft smile. "There's a lot of intention for protection here, honeybat."

"So... what do you think?"

// Charlie sharing an idea with Cain. Could be big or small. I'll let you choose the context

Cain hums, looking over the written plan. "Well, if I'm honest. It won't appeal to everybody in Hell. I'm willing to help with this hotel idea of yours. I think it can be done. Plus it gives me a reason to get out of the house for a bit. I can help look for people willing to join the Hotel." He offers.

"Just keep in mind not everybody wants to change, and we can't force them. And yes, drugs and alcohol are bad, but it's hard to kick old habits. Gotta ease them off of it. If they truly want to change, they have to make that choice themselves. They have to choose to stop whatever substance they are using."

"Soo.. Niffty. How is cleaning going?" Charlie trying to ask if Niffty is able to handle the cleaning for the newly built (and much larger) hotel okay. Without making it sound like she thinks Niffty is doing a bad job. (She doesn't think that.)

@alwayschasingraiinbows sent in:

"Mommy! I drawed you and me and daddy!" There is a crayon drawing with stick figures. The purple one with super long blonde hair is her mother. The red one is her father and includes the detail of his six wings. The small red stick figure with long blonde hair is her. There are five rainbows in the drawing. Because rainbows make everything better, and she is obsessed with them.

Lilith immediately perks up at the sound of her daughter’s voice. The day's stresses dissolve instantly as she shifts her focus away from the paperwork and turns to her daughter with a soft smile. She leaned down, gently scooping the Princess of Hell into her arms, resting her chin atop her head.

"It's beautiful, my little duckling! The rainbow definitely adds a magical element to the drawing. Did you show Daddy your drawing yet?"

@alwayschasingraiinbows said, How about a hug?