No, That's Not Me Anymore

[gorgeous_sin]

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?"

Comments

In the dream?

[beareroflight]

That smell wafting through the air was simply too tempting for the demon king to ignore. He didn't bother with pleasantries, so no knocking. Instead, Lucifer simply pushed the door opened and was shocked when a woman greeted him in the most pleasant way possible.

"Could go better with whatever you're cooking, love!", he said rather cheekily.

Re: In the dream?

[gorgeous_sin]

"Oh my," she laughed, laying a hand against her rosy cheek. "You're certainly very charming for one of Mathias's friends." At least, that's who she assumed he was. His face wasn't one recognized from the waking world; at least, if he'd ever made a video transmission, Lust had never seen it.

"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.

[beareroflight]

'Who is Matthias?', he wondered. But he couldn't careless at the moment. If he was found out at a later date, he'd just lie through his teeth, or state the obvious - he didn't come up with the idea in the first place. "I do try my best", he said confidently as he made his way towards the dining area.

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."

[gorgeous_sin]

She smiled upon seeing that he ate with gusto. Spicy food must have agreed with him. She returned to her pot, stirring it idly. "A man must work in order to support himself and the ones he loves," she replied. "He is well worth the wait."

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."

[beareroflight]

"Precisely", he said after swallowing another bite. "A man should work hard for the person he desires, but work even harder to ensure that his woman need not wait for him". These were not words filled with love but mere thoughts of observation after watching over humans for millions of years.

"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"

[gorgeous_sin]

"A shame, then, that neither of us are destined for conflict." She stared ahead, her gaze somewhat glassy for a moment before she raised a hand to her cheek and blinked. She pressed her skin with her fingertips, almost as though testing to see if her face was real, before she gave herself a faint shake and smiled.

"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?"

[beareroflight]

"But I'm sure it must suffer from something else", it always does. Doubt, jealousy, pride, wrath or greed, there were always things which were bound to destroy relationships.

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.

[gorgeous_sin]

[OOC: Sorry, had to abruptly switch computers mid-tag!]

"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.

[beareroflight]

"Sounds perfect then", he said forcing a smile. He nodded at her assumption, though he's highly curious about this Mathias person and her intense devotion to him. He found it to be so unreal.

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"

[gorgeous_sin]

"Millions? Goodness, you certainly don't look your age," the Ishbalan woman smiled, smoothing her long skirt before returning her hands to her lap. She seemed to take the news mildly enough.

"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."

[beareroflight]

"Careful now, you don't want to be charming me when you're obviously attached", he retorted with a cheeky smile on his features.

"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"

[gorgeous_sin]

"I'm certain both of us are in little danger of forming a romantic attachment with each other," she laughed. "But thank you just the same." He was a terrible flirt, but she wasn't offended. She was confident and secure as Mathias's lover.

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?"

[beareroflight]

"Think so too", he said with a mellow voice. He was certainly not offended as well. At the moment he saw no obvious reason for him to desire flirting with her. She seemed like an ordinary housewife who was content being just that.

"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"

[gorgeous_sin]

"Mm, I see," she nodded. There was no point to explaining the Ishbalan faith in detail; it was irrelevant to what he was trying to say, and she didn't want to be distracted.

"And you were closely associated with this creator?"

[beareroflight]

"So to speak", there was a bitterness in his tone. Bitterness which over the hundreds of centuries turned into something darker. Something more vile. Something repulsive and hateful.

"I used to be his right hand. Among all the highest of creations, I was higher still and commanded them"

[gorgeous_sin]

Given how calmly she reacted, one might think she had all-powerful supernatural beings over for tea on a regular basis. Perhaps it was just a matter of being a dreamer, where every aspect of the dream was readily accepted as the current reality.

"A remarkable position," she commented. "What happened?"

[beareroflight]

"I was given an offer. I rejected it.", he said coldly. "Ever since then, I lived my life for myself. No will shall be done save for my own"

[gorgeous_sin]

"I see," she remarked, and sat back in her chair. "A sure way to avoid being disappointed. I don't think you can be blamed for that."

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?"

[beareroflight]

"I've been asked to disregard of all emotions since my birth. Being lonely no longer mattered to me", he said almost bitterly before his words grew cold once more. "Rest assured, I've never been alone"