#helliisms

“everything feels like a touchdown on a rainy day. “

[the starlet very much likes being carried. usually. makes her feel dainty and royal. however, she has to question their motives, given the fact that its hell.]           “i f-feel like you’re p-pickin’ me up to toss me               out a w-window maybe. or into a f-fire.”

“Hey, have you ever had this before? It feels really weird in your mouth, but it’s absolutely delicious.”

[the only sounds that leave her are a small and almost gargled moan that leaves blood caked lips. sure, she heals quickly, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. or that she is unconscious.]

"l-look you just need to relax, kay? a-and quit looking at your f-feet, you'll get yourself all confused." [she instructs them, placing one hand on their shoulder, the other linking with their hand.] "just do what i do, n-nice and slowly."  

The rest of Noir’s sentence is immediately muffled by Hell’s hand. She crosses her arms over her chest, obviously annoyed at the other for interrupting her. And she was on a roll too!                                                       "I will bite your hand."                          She says, but of course it only comes out as a garbled mess.

wtf...i love this....i love you.....