𝕴͟𝑵͟𝑭͟𝑬͟𝑹͟𝑵͟𝑨͟𝑳͟ 𝓜𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 .ᐟ retweeted
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“ 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳; 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘹-𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘. ”
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𝕴͟𝑵͟𝑭͟𝑬͟𝑹͟𝑵͟𝑨͟𝑳͟ 𝓜𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 .ᐟ retweeted
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credit to zachrp on tumblr, but i may flavour them more accurately to Kit’s Deadly Sin/Lilith based lore x
( she is more than familiar with his nature… she dislikes how much he and his concept have mutated beyond one simple form that she can get her claws into. his other aspects often find the potential of what she can offer enticing enough to be so consumed by the idea of gain ———
( as she looks from the scroll to him, something colder sits in her expression. perhaps just analytical, or maybe she’s taken offence. but she would never argue; making a scene in her own favour isn’t her style. manipulating the situation later on is. )
as you wish. ( the ———
——— scroll unfurls entirely with infernal writing etched in it, before it suddenly rolls itself with a binding loop and her seal to close it. it’s then deposited in his hand. )
no. at least not for the time being you’re not.
inspect it to your heart’s content… but be hasty———
( she’s an expert in concealing her motives in the fine print, but she prefers verbal agreements. she likes to manipulate a deal in her favour at any point. there’s a click of her tongue and she considers it for a moment. )
a contract? you find that to be necessary? for a ———
( she clicks her tongue and spends a moment looking at him. analysing )
I do not know how seamless it will be. It’s an experiment. But if I can create from scratch, I can remould and remake.
And what is life without a little experimentation?
( the amused smile becomes ———
( she just smiles and moves… glides even… across the room to find herself a seat. )
I have no interest in just exercising my ability to disguise you. that is not an interesting use of my time or power… what I am interested to see is how much of your past can be remade and ———
and what is so wrong with hell, dear? I am rather fond of home.
( little twinkle in her eye… she taps talon-like nails against a surface that makes the sound even sharper )
we could always play around. bring your youth back. reversible, of course… if you’d wish.