#serpentd

LUCY MILTON: THE REAL WORLD IS DARWINIAN. SURVIVAL, CHAOS, POWER. LEVERAGE. clarice couldn't argue with that. not with the job she has, not with the men she works with. all of them hungry for power, looking down on those who worked just to survive. but she liked to think there was more to life than that. that there's a purpose in all the chaos that finds its way into people's lives. clarice wouldn't necessarily call herself an optimist, but hope does eat her insides most days. bittersweet, sometimes the bile that rises in her throat, sometimes the honey she swallows. oftentimes, she chokes on it. 'why do you think people are th'way that we are? probably have some good insight on that, seein' as how you are who you are,' eyes move up to meet lucy's. 'are we really all born t'just survive and then die?' @serpentd.

my guilty skin will touch everything but you. @serpentd.

the archangel threw his hands up dramatically, looking at his sibling. “how could you? this was supposed to be our day.”

" obvious, you say? well darling, now i'm hurt. i'd like to think that i'm quite good at acting, so please tell me what i'm after. " a dark, inquisitive brow raised as the goddess leaned into the other's space. truly, there was much the other could be talking about that she had no idea what the other was talking about specifically.

"i don't like shopping---..." it's not a lie. she wasn't the biggest fan. she was very much so an in & out person. she would get overstimulated after thirty minutes. she wasn't very fun to shop with. "---....i mean, yeah. i do deserve something nice. what's the catch?"

LUCY MILTON: SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? ARE YOU GONNA KILL ME? he tries not to scoff. he doubts doing so at the literal devil would pay him any favors. as many dangerous things as finley has faced in his life, never has he looked into the eyes of satan, herself. he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that lucy exists, but god damn it - how many more monsters and myths does fin have deal with in this lifetime? he was getting tired. 'i think we both know i can't kill you,' demons were hard enough. fin really didn't have a plan for meeting lucy. 'not that i'd want to, anyways. i came to talk. but if you end up killing me, that's your choice, i guess. can't stop you, even if i wanted to,' @serpentd.

　　' there's only a few vegetarian options. i would usually get a salad but the pasta looks good. ' her voice was strained to sound as professional as she could manage under the circumstances, eyes trained on the lines of curlicued text. ' how were you planning to divide up the check? '

fashion for @serpentd