#dih.event 004

The used paper towel wet with blood hit the ground for about half a second before it was trampled over by the heavy steps of party goers moving to the beat on the dancefloor, and Envy paid it no mind, the hand that tossed it lowering to his side while he approached the new Ruler of Hell. The pink sunglasses glowing in the neon lights were pushed up from the bridge of his nose to brush his hair back from his face, thought some unruly curls found their way loose easily enough. “Master! I do apologize for coming to greet you so late, I’ve had some... things I had to deal with first.” He spoke over the loud music, though not completely, needing an excuse to lean in towards the other, taking pleasure in their closeness. “Taking care of the DJ, harvesting her heart, then feeding my boss-- well, my other boss. No need to be jealous, he’s much less significant than you are, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Envy drew the little cross over the heart symbol on his top with a smirk that was more playful than it usually was, the electricity of the chaos he’d planned for the night charging him up already. “And let me just say--” He finally leaned back to take a good look at the other, having a somewhat difficult time to find the best word to describe them. “You look... formidable.” 

THE SPELL HAS BEEN LEADING HER ASTRAY  all evening ;  and though the party had seemed like a good cover initially ,  it was starting to grate on her .  the frustration darcy is feeling is only amplified by the drunken screams and ramblings around her ,  and she wishes for nothing more than to crawl back to her cottage and sleep for a week .  ( she won’t ,  though  —  this is  important .  and the only good day to do it ,  so she’ll have to  get a grip . )  all of her internal  ‘ motivation ’  is useless in the face of her exhaustion ,  though  —  just because the spell is  failing  doesn’t mean it’s not drawing energy like crazy ,  an her surroundings aren’t helping any when she has to further focus on not simply  cursing  any idiot crossing her way .  she’s on the  brink of it  when she’s pushed ,  then stumbles in an effort to avoid a chain reaction ,  then just  barely  manages not to land in someone’s lap as she trips and almost falls .  it’s not a very graceful motion ,  but she avoids the woman on the bar stool by an inch and lands on the one next to her instead .  darcy’s head hits the bar a little more forcefully than intended ,  and she stifles a sigh .  the witch knows she should apologize ,  but her quota on  that  is reserved for  someone else  tonight .  so instead ,  she gives very cheery and elaborate :  “ ugh . ”

& 𝐑𝐄.  EVENT 004  : A  NEON  NIGHTMARE

pik can feel the wall that cosimo had built up around himself ▬▬▬ the barrier between them. what’s worse ? they’ve felt this wall before, but cannot recall being on this side of it. they don’t fault him for this; knew this was how it was going to be going in. were the seraph in their right mind, they wouldn’t have waited until tonight to see or speak with their brother. would’ve, in fact, called to cosimo the very instant that they could [ . . . ] but they’re not in their right mind. they haven’t been for months.

they’re in shock.

the drink is accepted absent-mindedly as unblinking eyes stay up on the night sky. transfixed, it seems [ . . . ] until fingers are felt entangling with their own ▬▬▬ and again, they’ve violet to thank for pulling them out of their own damn head and back into the moment. that out-of-place smile drops and so does their attention, down to their hand as it shakes lightly against hers. it takes a second for fingers to regain dexterity to return the gesture, but [ . . . ] they do. surprises them, too, that they do.

a small pained smile threatens their features at the couple’s initial reaction to the mere idea of the angel returning to heaven. made sense. it’s why it hurt. their head, however, continues to hang, more interested in where violet’s connecting them all than anything else. it’s true: cosimo and pinnikolai’s loyalties do differ. not only is the seraph still connected to heaven, but [ . . . ] they want to be. in heaven, however, or even in god, is not where their loyalties lie. not truly.

anyone looking close enough could see where they do.

dark browns gravitate toward cosimo for the briefest of seconds, finally attempting to meet his gaze after minutes of looking anywhere but before looking for violet’s. they shoot down to the ground again a beat after, slightly amused, softly shaking their head. ❛ ❛ no. not heaven. ❜ ❜ now, pik wasn’t one to so openly denounce or approve of the denouncing of god ( no matter how in the right ), but they [ . . . ] didn’t even think to disapprove of the pair’s comments tonight ▬▬▬ were smirking slightly, even !

❛ ❛ i could not be down here nor in the fae realm. i still should not be- should only be in one realm [ . . . ] af- after ▬ what i did to them. ❜ ❜

their grip on both the drink and violet’s hand gradually begins to tighten. the small amount of added pressure effortlessly shatters the glass in one hand, but they don’t so much as flinch, only staring down vacantly as their other hand, still entwined with violet’s, continues to tighten.

#DIH.TASK ─ TASK IV. ❛❛ NIGHTMARES ❜❜ !!

it’s dark here. a kind of dark that doesn’t require sight but sense to understand. the floor is flimsy and creaks, and the air is cold and stagnant in a way that would ward off even the most curious souls. holy oil set alight surrounds them, and the leather straps keep their wrists pressed against splintered wood. what they demand is not in their power to give. what they can provide, they don’t deserve. they won’t accept this. they’re not a violent breed, but with each word, each cut, an electrical surge. faces familiar take turns before there is a light. like a film reel set on fire, the scene around them catches and melts, and the remaining pieces of plastic and silver float down into a black liquid substance swallowing their feet. she is there, too, with a tangled mess of burning tape in her hands ─── it zaps and crackles, but she doesn’t flinch, even as it begins to melt her skin.