Welcome to Hell.

I think we should just stick a nipple on the bottle

-nods-

Your turn, huh.

Tell me when you have time, I'll call.

No words yet, Twin.

Angry. Unfocused.
Stressed. Scared.
Maybe tomorrow?

No words now.

drains shot, pours a fourth
 
No words yet, Twin.

Angry. Unfocused.
Stressed. Scared.
Maybe tomorrow?

No words now.

drains shot, pours a fourth

-cuddles around-

-strokes skin-

Yes, I dunno when but I should sound like an apeshit hyena.
So much to do.
Talking to you would do me good.
 
-cuddles around-

-strokes skin-

Yes, I dunno when but I should sound like an apeshit hyena.
So much to do.
Talking to you would do me good.

well listening to you will help me.

sighs and pushes the bottle of vodka away

hugs twin instead


Think I need to settle down and attempt to write, something.
 
well listening to you will help me.

sighs and pushes the bottle of vodka away

hugs twin instead


Think I need to settle down and attempt to write, something.

-breaths in twinkin-

You do that..

Hell, I should do that. It's my last night as a free woman.


-snerk-giggles-

=twines hair in fingertips-

Or I should blow up the excersise ball I got to replace my desk chair.

Something.. I should do something.. or sleep.

But Like I just told Pet, I could try, but I'm not sleepy at all.
 
The problem is I am sleepy, dammit.
But that is probably stress related and not due to lack of sleep.
plays with pretty twin locks, throwing brown muscled leg over pale, less muscled leg.

You should be thinking bout getting sleepy at least, woman.
You have crazy amounts of shit to accomplish tomorrow.
 
hmmm... that is probably true.

-snuggles in-

I know I should! I told pet I wouldnt wait up but I might be up till that workaholic is done.
Part of me feels bad that I want to lick him to distraction. a little part.. Like my pinky toe.

I KNOW! I has to go there, and there and there and DRIVE over there... fuuuuuck.

-shrugs and burries nose in neck-
 
Low sigh, while strong, small hands trace over back and shoulders and cheek

I need to focus again...on something.
Don't know what.
YOU need rest, Twin.

small yawn

Otherwise you will wake up later than you want and have to rush round like a crazy person instead of being able to go where and when you want to.
 
Pouts-

OK..

I wont do everything.

But I am making lists dammit..

And and and.. I'll rest tomorrow night when i can cuddle!

Tonight, i have snacks or coffee or something.. and sleep.


-SITS UP-

-holds up fingers-

I swear I will sleep the second I am tired OR sleepy OR anything of that description!

Lays back down-

and setting 22 clocks.
 
smiles.

I make lists too.
Budget lists.
Grocery lists.
Things to do lists.
People to kill lists.
(not that I actually have very many names on that list)
*blinks*
(nor do I want to go to jail...but it's entertaining to imagine it)

watches~pretty pale skin in flickering flame light as pretty Twin sits up and makes pledge

I will hold you to that. I mean it.
 
smiles.

I make lists too.
Budget lists.
Grocery lists.
Things to do lists.
People to kill lists.
(not that I actually have very many names on that list)
*blinks*
(nor do I want to go to jail...but it's entertaining to imagine it)

watches~pretty pale skin in flickering flame light as pretty Twin sits up and makes pledge

I will hold you to that. I mean it.

-makes face-
Remind you -me - you to show you the list of lists and THE book of lists...

um. yeah. I will.

-stops dead and jjust trails kisses all down one arm before snuggling-

-happy sigh-
 
-makes face-
Remind you -me - you to show you the list of lists and THE book of lists...

um. yeah. I will.

-stops dead and jjust trails kisses all down one arm before snuggling-

-happy sigh-

low giggling

good.

blinks

list of lists and BOOk of lists...damn.

jots this down on the KITTY list.

kisses forehead and brushes pretty hair off cheek and forehead, gives a low happy giggle sigh
 
low giggling

good.

blinks

list of lists and BOOk of lists...damn.

jots this down on the KITTY list.

kisses forehead and brushes pretty hair off cheek and forehead, gives a low happy giggle sigh

hmm.. needs to make people lists.. soon.


-curls in letting twin write-
 
The click of heels echo throughout the dark confines of limbo.

I am here and I have work to do.

So, notebook, pens, lap top, bottled water.

I find a quiet corner, and settle myself, looking for all the world like a scholarly person.

I have words owed.

And a full eight hours with which to concentrate upon them.
 
Stress.

Lots of stress. I drop my things on the main level and head down to the fifth, my home. Wrath.

I know that there will be something I can punish, once I get there.

If I ever get there.

Nude. Barefoot. Skin frozen and then running with slick and sweat.

I have to just do that thing. One little thing. THEN I will be okay.

Possibly.

Finally fire/ice/steam/swelter.

The gates are guarded but I don't care. The first one to step to me is stripped~flesh from muscle, muscle from bone~ left to suffer there in the welter of it's own gore.

After that? It becomes a blur.
 
Steps in, peering around at all the lovely, warm decor.

Hello, Hell.

And, glancing up, hello poetry, my old and abandoned friend. How poignant to see you fall so eloquently from another's lips.
 
Flickering fires dance confused.

The smell of Kona arrives as she does, dark, sultry, coaxing the senses to awaken long before the taste is upon the tongue.


I dont know what in Heaven or Hell wanted me awake but it got its wish.

She crossed the expanse of hell barefoot, floor length silk robe teasing the flames around her ankles, to the very unused sound system behind the bar. Pale fingers flicked switches, tapped sensors, pressed buttons and turned knobs untill the entirety of hell shook from concussive sound waves.

Good Fucking Morning

Coffee in hand she let the music awaken her want to move.
 
-a smile over a steaming cup-

In want it is Kona... in reality it is Seattles.
 
Small feet creep upward.

Stopping on level Four.

And then Two.

Finally the Lair of the Lovers.

LIMBO.

Small hand pushes entrance open before stepping inside and glancing about.

No one here, but the scent of coffee lingers.

Girl flesh, covered in blood, in mud, in scars and other bits of gore...

wanders through.

small bare feet striding toward the opposite side...

before she exits...into the other realm.

Only the scent of burning and sandalwood remains.
 
I have an unhealthy fondness for Thanksgiving blend, Starbucks, fresh ground with a dollop of Bolthouse Vanilla Chai in it.

The brief look of hedonistic pleasure that darkens his eyes and purses his lips, a brief peek into the indulgent nature of the tall man.

And now, you've convinced me. I must make it!
 
Don't you hate when the fluctuations of hells physics turns you into a specter.

-Head cants... sniffing... watching... licking lips at such delicious walking temptations-

Fucking woman knows just how to tease me sometimes.
 
I have an unhealthy fondness for Thanksgiving blend, Starbucks, fresh ground with a dollop of Bolthouse Vanilla Chai in it.

The brief look of hedonistic pleasure that darkens his eyes and purses his lips, a brief peek into the indulgent nature of the tall man.

And now, you've convinced me. I must make it!

-giggles-

Well, you are most welcome.

I have never tried chai but it is on my list of things to try some day.
 
Low husky giggling from Kitty's Wolf twin.

Rising scent of blood, quiet screams which rise to a crescendo that....

STOPS.

Flames die down, a momentary aberration.

Succubitch, incubastard look frightened...worried.

Alto voice whispers


Just be glad I didn't stop to make you messy too...

Presence...gone.
 
-giggles-

Well, you are most welcome.

I have never tried chai but it is on my list of things to try some day.

Already, I expand your horizons. Consider this first time free.

After?

His grin is slyly mischievous

I expect inventive reciprocity.

With that, he commences sipping his freshly made coffee.
 
Low husky giggling from Kitty's Wolf twin.

Rising scent of blood, quiet screams which rise to a crescendo that....

STOPS.

Flames die down, a momentary aberration.

Succubitch, incubastard look frightened...worried.

Alto voice whispers


Just be glad I didn't stop to make you messy too...

Presence...gone.
That smell, it makes her pulse race and thighs press tighter to one another till small pout formed on crimson stained lips.

Be glad? Why in samfuck would I be glad about that?

She allowed her best impression of a petulant little stomp to bring her smile back.

I like messy.
Already, I expand your horizons. Consider this first time free.

After?

His grin is slyly mischievous

I expect inventive reciprocity.

With that, he commences sipping his freshly made coffee.
Her eyes turned back to the tall male, tilting her chin up to see him better.

I considered it free when I originally put it on the list so your addition is not as expansive as you have want of it being.

As for your expectations... They would be met when warranted, when earned and when I simply feel llike it. Otherwise I do whatever I like, whenever I like.

-Her cup refilled of it's own accord and she smirked over the curls of steam-

Any other expectations you'd like to lay out this early?
 
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