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?"

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[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"