#amatriix

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.  I don’t have some sad, sobby backstory that’s going to make you feel bad for me.  And I don’t know what you already know, that I wouldn’t want you to know.  So, fuck me, I guess?”

“I got really lucky finding this body.  I’d taken over this shut in’s life before, and I just, I couldn’t go back there.  I - ah, fuck - the phrase I liked that was I’d been gestating a little something, and it didn’t work out.  Like, I had everything all set up and ready, I had a name ready, but, I don’t know.   I’m just ... incapable of creating new life - but somehow I was able to grow something inside of me for months, and I had the full experience of feeling and seeing it all come out of me.  I just, freaked out.  I drove up to Whale Pond, and just kind of... found a nice spot in the woods to bury everything that came out.  I just, wanted her to be somewhere beautiful and peaceful.  I just feel bad, that I couldn’t keep her in me as long as she needed to be in there.  And I’m mad.  Mostly at myself, but at everyone else, because everyone else gets to fuck and make babies like it’s nothing, and I can’t even get one.”

“I’m not forgetting Abezethibou.  I could never do that.  Trust me, I’ve tried.  I know he’s not technically mine by blood, but at a certain point, it doesn’t matter.  I know Agrat went around telling everyone he was mine, so that’s good enough.  I still don’t appreciate being her little backup plan for when she was tired of playing Mommy, but that shouldn’t be a surprise for anyone who has spent more than half an hour with her.   Absolutely no sense of responsibility.  I’m not going to air all the dirty laundry I have, but she left me with a really emotionally stunted kid, because she has no actual ability to connect with anyone above a superficial level, and she thought a baby was some kind of accessory or attention-gimmick.”

“And that’s my beef with her.  You fucked up a perfectly good kid, and you don’t even care?  I had to tell her he was gone, and all I get is a little ‘Oh.’  Oh, you know what else she said ‘I thought you would have done a better job’.  And honestly, I should have been allowed to kill her for that, and whoever pried me off of her should be fired.”

Send 💋 if your muse wants a kiss from mine

They’d been on enough dates that you’d have thought they’d have kissed by now, but Addie was so sweetly clueless and shy, and Zach couldn’t bear the thought of pushing her into anything she didn’t want to do. So he waited patiently and savored the time they had together.

The moment came so naturally it caught Zach off guard, the way the air became thick as she looked at him and leaned in close, oh shit it’s happening, don’t fuck it up.

The way Zach usually kissed was all rough tongue and teeth, he has to restrain himself from falling back into disgusting old habits. He pushes his lips out slightly to meet hers, he feels a spark inside and melts. He kisses her like she was the only person in the world he was ever meant to kiss.

“What’s it look like?” Amduscias stooped to reapply his lipstick, leaning over the mirror of glass that was left behind by a few well-aimed lightning strikes. His clothes were singed to hell and back, more burn mark than textile. A strange pattern of scarred flesh had crawled across his body, like ink spreading through the crevices in a human palm. The air was pregnant with the scent of ozone and sickly sweet acid but Amduscias, though standing very much at the center of a very narrow stalemate, didn’t seem to pay it any mind. The seraph was long gone. 

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience. I cant imagine someone like you with a broken heart."

  Luzifer’s whole arsenal of meditation techniques was certainly being tested here. Temple rubbing, deep breathing and scowls so cold they could have frozen over the seventh circle twice could only keep him together for so long though.

“Oh my sweet minx, I’m sure I don’t even need to tell you how you make my sun rise.” he chuckles.

“I’m sure you could have come found me if you wanted to.” He folds his arms and looks back at her sternly, “Sitri, you know I don’t deal with demons anymore, I’m sorry. It’s not good for my health.”