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genessia2014-05-11 10:25 pm
gorgeous_sin) wrote in genessia2014-05-11 10:25 pm
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No, That's Not Me Anymore
WHO: Lust, OPEN
WHAT: A homunculus typically does not sleep, and thus, doesn't dream. But this week, Lust does exactly that, and appears as a fragment of who she once was. Want to see Lust being sweet and motherly to break your brain? Here you go.
WHEN: May 11, 2014 - Evening
WHERE: Lust's Apartment - Dream World
Ishbala is usually hot, but in the winter months, the temperature is cool and pleasant. The trees are green, there's grass and a little bit of foliage, and the nights are fragrant with exotic flowers. They'd been her favorite, long ago.
When she was human.
Dreamers would be drawn to the modest, squat square house of white stone. Maybe it was the smell of a spicy stew wafting from the carved windows, tended to by a beautiful woman with olive skin and dark eyes, waves of dark brown curls tumbling to her waist. Her dress was loose and comfortable, a deep violet color slashed with white and black patterns. A shawl hung loosely just below her shoulders and wrapped around her arms as she stirred a bubbling pot with a wooden spoon. Knock on the door, and it opens on its own.
The woman lifts her head with a warm and kindly smile. "Welcome back. I trust your day went well?"
WHAT: A homunculus typically does not sleep, and thus, doesn't dream. But this week, Lust does exactly that, and appears as a fragment of who she once was. Want to see Lust being sweet and motherly to break your brain? Here you go.
WHEN: May 11, 2014 - Evening
WHERE: Lust's Apartment - Dream World
Ishbala is usually hot, but in the winter months, the temperature is cool and pleasant. The trees are green, there's grass and a little bit of foliage, and the nights are fragrant with exotic flowers. They'd been her favorite, long ago.
When she was human.
Dreamers would be drawn to the modest, squat square house of white stone. Maybe it was the smell of a spicy stew wafting from the carved windows, tended to by a beautiful woman with olive skin and dark eyes, waves of dark brown curls tumbling to her waist. Her dress was loose and comfortable, a deep violet color slashed with white and black patterns. A shawl hung loosely just below her shoulders and wrapped around her arms as she stirred a bubbling pot with a wooden spoon. Knock on the door, and it opens on its own.
The woman lifts her head with a warm and kindly smile. "Welcome back. I trust your day went well?"
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Almost.
There was a human warmth and earnest peace the woman possessed that Lust did not. She smiled because she was happy. It made the homunculus's blood run cold just to look at her, to be faced with everything she wanted, and knew she could never have.
"Oh my, you're still outside? There's no reason to be shy." The woman left the spoon in the spot, approaching the open door. Lust stiffened, and though she wanted to step back, she couldn't. She could only watch as the woman lifted a hand, palm open, to invite her inside.
"Please come in, won't you? Mathias will be so pleased to have company."
Mathias.
Mathias.
The name echoed again and again in her head. That name meant something to her, but she couldn't remember what.
Suddenly, she felt a hot, sharp pain in her stomach. She looked down to see five long black lances, slender and thin, planted in her belly. Crimson blossomed over her purple dress, and she lifted her eyes to look at a pale face with ebony waves of hair. Somehow, she was the Ishbalan woman now, staring at her homunculus self. The homunculus regarded her with no emotion, watching beneath a fringe of thick lashes as the Ishbalan fell to her knees, a bubble of blood bursting from her lips as she tried to speak.
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Lust sat straight up with a gasp. Her pale skin was beaded with sweat, and she was breathing heavily. Her hand flew to her stomach, but her fingers came away dry. There was no blood, and no pain. She pushed her sweat-dampened hair away from her face and slid her legs off of the sofa, rising to her feet.
What kind of dream was that...?
She staggered into the bathroom, flicking on the light, and shedding her black dress. Her gloves followed. Much as she despised Moriarty for wasting a wish to make her clothes removable, she was glad for it now as she stepped into the shower and let the cold water pelt her bare skin. She closed her eyes, and breathed.
A dream. How...foolish.
How human.
In the dream?
"Could go better with whatever you're cooking, love!", he said rather cheekily.
Re: In the dream?
"Please have a seat. I'm sure he'll be home soon, but he does work late into the nights at times." She picked up an earthenware bowl, ladling in the spicy stew and serving it to her guest with a thick slice of flat, slightly sweetened bread. "Eat it carefully. Ishbalan cooking doesn't always agree with Amestrians," she advised.
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Lucifer nodded and took the bowl closer to his body. The scent of the stew told stories about its depth and spice, something he enjoyed back when he lived as Kira. He easily divided the bread into many pieces. He dipped a large portion into the stew, making sure he was able to take one of each main component. He took a bite and nodded appreciatively. Nothing better than free food of course.
"If you ask me, he shouldn't even allow a gorgeous woman such as yourself, to wait for a single minute."
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The woman didn't think to ask him how he knew Mathias. It didn't matter. All she wanted was to cook for some reason, and create something with her own two hands. It felt strangely satisfying in a way she couldn't understand, and didn't want to.
"But I do hope he does not keep you waiting long either, friend."
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"That's how conflict occurs. When one prides something over another. Money over love. Comfort over care. It's not easy too wait on someone everyday for long periods of time"
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"There's no need for concern. Our love does not suffer from doubt, rest assured." It had been a constant, a reassuring light. That much she knew to be fact.
The woman sat across from him, folding her hands beneath her chin. "But where does this bitterness stem from, I wonder? Have you suffered from heartache?"
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Though right now, as he watched her look upon his features, he found many things which make her physically appealing. However, her words pierce through his heart. Something which he kept secret, save for a short laughter he gave the woman. "Bitterness? I'm merely observant my lady. Too many couples fall out of grace, one way or another", he sneered.
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"I'm afraid not," she chuckled good-naturedly. "I'm beginning to believe Mathias sent you to tease me! No, we want for nothing. I'm very happy, and blessed with a wonderful lover."
She rested her cheek in the cup of her palm, regarding the young man sitting across from her with concern and sympathy. "For what reason could you wish to observe such things, if you didn't yearn yourself for something you didn't have?"
is good I rested from tagging anyway.
She certainly knew how to read him though to a certain degree. This wouldn't happen if that carefree daughter of God would have simply killed Rosiel when she had a chance and then descended to Hell with him to be his queen forever. "Love is such a powerful thing which I am obedient enough to stay away from. I'm merely stating facts as I've watched so many couples over millions of years"
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"Forgive me for asking so many personal questions, then, but you're a very curious one indeed. To whom are you so obedient, that such a request would be made? I imagine it must be a grim person indeed to ward you away from love."
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"Let me just correct you first. To whom was I formerly so obedient!", he said with another smile though the cold depths of his eyes were clearer now. "Humans call him the Lord of Lords"
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She listened silently as he spoke. Humans? An odd term to use, but it didn't strike her as odd as it should have been. "Forgive me, I'm a little unfamiliar with religions outside of the Ishbalan faith. I assume that's what this is referring to?"
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"I know little about Ishabalan faith. But to cut the long story short, it is the order of the one whom most humans believe to have created everything that surrounds you"
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"And you were closely associated with this creator?"
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"I used to be his right hand. Among all the highest of creations, I was higher still and commanded them"
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"A remarkable position," she commented. "What happened?"
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Something inside of her was growing excited at the possibility that he might have real power. But the reaction faded swiftly enough as she became lost in her dream once more.
"You don't feel lonely?"
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