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Jun. 30th, 2011

I find Morningstar Farms highly amusing.
Written in perfect, florished cursive with a quill on flawless red parchment and laid where she would notice.

My Dear,

Long has it been since one has wished to be my guest. Few I would extend an offer to and fewer would accept. However, you have always been welcome in my domain. Should the desire to be in my presence need to be fulfilled you will be a most anticipated guest.



Left upon the pillow of noieatboys the Orlov and Cartier.


Nov. 16th, 2009

Bloodied and nursing a broken wing.

Written for noieatboys

You give me the reason.
You give me control.
I gave you my Purity.
My Purity you stole.
Did you think i wouldn't recognize this compromise.
Am i just too stupid to realize.
Stale incense old sweat and lies lies lies
It comes down to this.
Your kiss.
Your fist.
And your strain.
It get's under my skin.
Take in the extent of my sin
- S.I.N. By Nine Inch Nails

She had stayed. For several days she had lounged around his penthouse whether he had been present or not. Either way he was aware of exactly where she was. Tonight he could feel her hunger. The feeling did not require his proximity for he was at a distance beyond comprehension from her Earthly existence. That hunger opened opportunities for sin and vice in degrees rarely presented to any, even the angel of lies.

Deceit brewed in his mind while he observed her dressing. She could not know of his presence because he was not truly in any one place. She was out to hunt. He knew from the attire she chose. Someone would die this night to satisfy her needs. She left in haste, driven by the need so primitive that none could resist. Still he observed without interference.

She had chosen a club; loud and close. The moment she entered the door a target had been found. He was a young man, fair in complexion and hair. He wore mostly leather, of what little clothes he did have on. He had noticed her too by the faint smile that appeared on his lips when their eyes met. He would be the perfect prey for a hunger so strong it needed immediate attention.

They danced until sweat pulled her shirt to her skin. They were close, bodies pressed to each other. His hands had found her skin, caressed it in ways that built the hunger to frenzy. Anyone could see the want in her eyes and the way his own took in her desire for his touch. The dancing slowed when he took a kiss from her. Nothing was tentative in his embrace. He held confidence even in the presence of a woman others around would have found intimidating. He was thriving on the way her hunger was bleeding free into action.

Suddenly, she pulled him toward the rear door and the alley beyond. He did not resist. Instead, he followed with great anticipation of what was to come. She pushed him to the damp wall of the building. Misty rain cooled their already damp skin as she tore at the shirt he wore. He had not begun removing her clothes but instead slid his hands up under her skirt. She hissed or growled. The noise of traffic on the nearby streets made it impossible to tell.

It was in that moment when tension had reached a fevered pitch that hunger took the reigns. She attacked him. The bites did not cause the usual scream but a laugh of pure ecstasy. The boy in her arms was shifting to a man. His suit torn and the already red fabric dyed a shade darker where blood had trailed and soaked in. Somewhere through the animalistic qualities the change must have set in because she froze there against him, teeth still sunk in.

He wrapped arms around her waist and leaned in close to her ear. The voice was soothing, coercive and as sexually charged as the hunger she unleashed. “Don’t stop.”

It was a plea, a command or perhaps something more.
Nothing compares to truly fine wine.

For a_mind_flip

It was time to collect on his debt. Though it was a matter he did not wish to fulfill it was a necessity for the maintenance of time and another reality. With the thought of preservation and destruction on his mind Lucifer appeared at her door. Formal and dressed in a black suit he knocked on the door. Usually he would appear before the person who owed a favor but to spare her family the shock he settled for the mundane approach.
Time requires repair. Fulfill your purpose.

Dec. 31st, 2008

Ice skating in Central Park alone.