#desideriotuum

[Desire] “All right, all right! If you’re so against it, then we can work together to sabotage our own wedding!” // @desideriotuum​

“You’re damn right you will.”

The intended bride is far too chipper for her words. The disconnect gathers in the air as static, her red-painted lips parted in a winning smile. The effect? Terrifying. She does not stop smiling as she takes Desire’s perfect face into her hands.

Drawing in far closer than she needs to, she stares them directly in the eyes.

“Because if you do not put an end to this latest farce of yours, I will call down your sister and ensure that Despair and Dream are not the only of your kind that required replacements. I will smite you so hard you awaken in the freefall of death rather than your final destination. Odin himself will see what I do to you and descend to make peace and due apologies lest I do unto him what I have done to you--”

Her grip tightens, sure to bruise were the beauty before her capable of being marred. Her smile never falters, true, but her eyes are quite dead. They are blank as the abyss of which she threatens.

The black cat with large, shinning golden eyes, slid up being Rum, purring as they rubbed against him. "Fancy seeing you here," They said. // @desideriotuum​

Fanciful, indeed, how his owner expected the cat close at hand while she worked indoors. Instead, sunning himself on the sidewalk across the street, he gave no response to the interloper. For a moment, he assumed it to be Mistoffelees, dark and slim. Half-asleep, he bapped patiently at his friend’s form.

But that purr was not Misto’s voice. Rolling away from the newcomer uselessly, he stared at them with wide amber eyes. With a confused trill, he stretched and rose from his midday nap. Carefully, he moved as if to investigate this cat, to prod and poke at Misto’s doppelganger -- but he stopped short, sauntering away with his fluff buffeted by the wind.

Leaping onto the railing of a neighbor’s front step, he studied them anew.

Angels weren’t supposed to feel desire. Yet so many of them did. G-D it seemed took a perverse pleasure in instilling contradictions in his creations, if the Heavenly Father of the Abrahamic Religions could be called perverse. It was gentler than the other words that could apply to such a creator- cruel being one. 

When angels did desire they ached like beings weighed down by gravity for the first time. It pulled and begged inside them it until it dragged them down into either madness or until they Fell. Seth was at the tipping place now, inching ever closer to falling because of that internal, wanting gravity that had begun to spin and radiate around Dr. Maggie Rice. 

Angels weren’t supposed to feel desire and knowing he felt it made him anxious, paranoid that his heart actually be showing on his sleeves. Which is why he looked so startled by a pair of golden eyes. Samael had told him of those eyes, they belonged to one of the Endless- the one called Desire. 

[Desire] They sprawled over the nearest surface and let out a well practiced dramatic sigh. "Please won't you come with me to Lux? I want to go, but not by myself..." // @desideriotuum​

“No one is ever alone at the Lux, least of all you.” Maneuvering around Desire’s presence upon the counter, Hel continued to sift dried spices into her stew. Eyes downcast, focused only on the meal before her, she hummed.

desire vc: DID YOU MISS ME, MY DARLING HEL????

There is only one answer to this, though he works to keep himself placid, outwardly unaffected. His voice is even as ever, perhaps even affable, as he takes the heart into his hands. It is certainly not the carriage of an embodiment who has just found his totem of power completely and openly disrespected. The memory flares red hot in him, but is swiftly cooled. He steadies himself a moment before addressing whoever lie on the other side.

“Sibling, I stand in my gallery, and I hold your sigil. It seems that a most pressing matter has come up in our eldest sister’s realm – would you walk with me?”