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Done a heckin move!

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They're catching on. Desire leans up, lips pressing to Lux's forehead. Of course, the Endless will oblige - anything to make their child happy. " I love you, Luxie. "

Their smile grew, and it's warmer now they're closer. But they're not done yet. "I still didn't hear you." And yes, they're fucking with them. In a nice way. A hand covered Desire's and they lean into their touch. "Can you repeat that?"

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Of course. The Endless smiles, crossing the room to crouch down in front of their youngest child, hand coming up to touch their cheek.

" I said . . ." A pause, smile softening. "I love you, little heart."

@laomedeiia asked: “ you know that i love you, right? “ // oops. Des @ Lux 😌💜 ren loves their lil Baba.

"Sorry -- what? I didn't hear you." They look up, quite innocently, from their phone, now appearing to listen intently to any words that their parent said.

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" I'm being nice because if you keep going the way you are, you're going to end up the same way." Desire sees themself in Rory - the abandonment, the mistrust - and it's not something they like. They keep their eyes trained on the chair ahead of them, using it to keep some form of concentration. "I played with fire once, a very long time ago, and before I met your father, I'd done it a dozen times since. Because I wasn't-- I didn't feel seen for anything other than a function. Because of that meddling-- and a healthy sprinkling of being the scapegoat my brother likes to blame for all of his breakups, almost all the family hold me in contempt. " Despair didn't. . . .and for the most part, nor did sweet Delirium.

"So, no. Not because you're Lucifer's kid."

"It's incomprehensible." She admits, because how can she possibly understand that? "A human would go insane." And someone like her? She had to admit, it scared her. The whole live long enough to become a villain thing? Rory wasn't sure she wanted to live that long, and if she did? What exactly would keep her going, keep her herself. She had no one. And nothing. Was that part of the reason she was poking in Hell? Maybe.

"Why are you being nice to me, Desire? Is it just because I'm technically one of Lucifer's kids?"

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.

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"Mmm, perhaps. But none are allowed." They pause at the mention of their name. Is that their name, any more? Desire feels so distant. The Endless flashes a dangerous smile when the other bares teeth, circling them and taking in the beauty of their brother's creation. Tail comes into play, coiling around his leg as they stop in front of him and rest a hand on the nightmare's chest. They don't fear them.

An extraordinary lover . . . Yes. That. Now they were playing to the Endless' ego - and it's eaten right up. Their tail tightens around his leg in reward, hand trailing up his chest to remove his glasses. Golden hues settle upon ocular mouths as lips curl upward once more, thumb running over the skin just below. They feel his wants; and intend to indulge him. Maybe they'll indulge themself too. Not without a little fun first though.

" Oh, you're anything but subtle, my pet. Trying to butter me up in hopes of something, perhaps? " a tease, followed with them bringing themself closer to the other. They tuck the glasses into a pocket. "Tell me, Corinthian. What do you Desire?"

@laomedeiia  asked : everyone knows you want to fuck me.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 Desire exudes is contagious , and intoxicating ; the corinthian feels like he wants to stay around them just to absorb it . he gives a low , throaty chuckle at their words , the way they say them making a steady flame heat in his gut . he knows that heat can only be satisfied one way ; and he knows he can't have that . so why not have the next best thing ?

❝ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 it's a secret that just about anyone would want to fuck you , Desire . ❞ their brows raise and they give a baring of teeth ; more instinctual than an actual threat . ❝ and we weren't trying to be subtle , your radiance . we're not trying to play games with you . we like your company . . . and know you must be an extraordinary lover . ❞

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" Not the oldest, though. My brother, Destiny holds that record." There's half a laugh. Destiny, their mysterious, secretive elder sibling. " Death, Dream . . . " They trail off, the thought of Destruction causing a small waver. They opt not to mention him."--Then there's me, my twin Despair and our youngest, Delirium."

Does it ever get tiring? They stop at that, mind racing. Hands ball into fists in their lap as they look across the room. She needed support, but that has touched upon a nerve. Despite that, they respond to her - tone level.

" You tell me. Would you get tired of this after a few billion years?"

"Yikes." A beat. "You're really old." And she's teasing. Hell, everything that she's saying is teasing, and she absolutely knows that it can't fly with a lot of people she comes across - most certainly not in her life. But Desire? Maybe she was testing the boundaries. Seeing how cool they were; seeing where the comfort level was. Because once she hit a line, she knows exactly what to not do. Most of the time.

"Does it ever get tiring? Dealing with all the bullshit?"

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"How long have I been-- Oh, love." Desire shakes their head, genuinely thinking for a moment on how long it's been since the incident with Killala. That's when all of this had started. .. and it had only worsened when Destruction had left. They had been young - so young - back then. They turn their gaze back to Rory, not rising to the snark or answering her questions.

" Ten or so billion years. How's that for practice? "

"Ah, the speech. The, oh, I get you. You're not alone, speech. How long you been practising? You used it on your own kids?" She laughs softly, pressing her hands together as she leans forward. It's not subtle, and it sure as hell isn't needed (in her opinion, which is wrong). But it's appreciated.

"My mom already tried it with me. A lot. It didn't really work, but then, she really didn't have any backup." She turns her head, looking over Desire. She envied their style, hell, what an outfit. It suited them, in a weird, old kind of way. "Go on. I'll listen."

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LMAOOO unfortunately ian seems to prefer decent human beings and. corinth is neither of those things--

yeah they'll pass THANKS CORI

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tell me how much you like this. ( from karma, for desire )

HOW CAN THEY NOT LIKE THIS? Karma is in tune with their needs, touching them, teasing them and leaving them a panting mess - then repeating the process when she sees fit. It's intoxicating and so are they. Their eyes rake over her, lust-filled and wanting in their admiration of her.

" I don't like it. " they begin, teasing even in the state she's got them. A smile, seductive in every sense, spreads and Desire reaches out to wrap an arm around them, in hopes of pulling their lover closer. They want to feel her anywhere and everywhere all at once. Want to possess and be possessed by her.

They leave open mouthed kisses on her neck; her jaw -- her lips.

" I want it. I love this side of you, my wicked little love. "

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almost a full card 🥺💕

ian would like u to know that keanu is very patient thank you for coming to their ted talk.

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Desire can see him in her. She's a lot like her mother, but her eyes are the same as Lucifer's. There are mannerisms that Desire has observed, too, in the time they've known Rory. They don't mention it - so as not to bother her just yet. They squeeze her hand in response to her thanks, proffering a small smile.

" I'm not. " Desire insists; though those they loved perhaps would disagree. The Endless lets go of her hand, lounging back into their seat.

" I get what you're feeling with your dad. "

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It felt foreign. Her mother - she had died a long, long time ago. And her dad? Not exactly the brightest spark in her sky. Desire was nothing to her; there was no reason for them to be gentle with her. And Rory didn't even know if she could trust them, but -- maybe she couldn't help herself, in this moment. Gaze fell away, and she turned her attention to the quiet night instead, taking a careful, collecting breath.

"I didn't expect you to be nice." And she'd be damned if she cried here. Screw that. But Desire was staying, so Rory gave a small nod, with a small glance back in their direction. "Thank you."

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" Yeah. You kill him, all of hell's goonies will be after you. All at once. You know who he is? " They're aware he probably does, but they need to be sure. They squeeze his arm. Calm and steady. When the demon smirks, Shiloh lets their eyes flash - pure flames - and then looks back up to John.

" Is this what your kids would want you doing? "

"I don't need to talk." Even after all this time (for him, at least), this kid's still just a kid. Where the touch would bother him if it came from anyone else, it didn't with them. But he still backs off, eyes never wavering. "If you've got a problem, just say it. I'm all ears."

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" Oh my gr-- God. No! " They almost gag. Are they friends with this punk? The guy who looks like a Ken doll got into a fight with a porcupine on crack? They close in, resting a hand on John's arm. " Look. He's good there for a few minutes. Is there somewhere you can talk without the wannabe Sonic the Hedgehog hearing? "

@laomedeiia asked: “What do you think you’re doing to him?" // Shiloh 😎😎

↬ PROTECTIVE SENTENCE STARTERS / accepting

Oh, how he just wants to tell them to stay out of it. But he knows Shiloh enough to know that they weren't going to, not without an argument, or a fight. So he backs off a bit, from the devil's trap - wherein Hell's grand torturer's son was tied up - as he turns and walks right on past Shiloh. "Come on." He wasn't going to talk in front of him. And especially not about him.

"What is he, a buddy of yours?"

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“stay with me” - rory to desire <3

Rory is Lucifer's daughter. His child. By default, that extends her the same affection they give Lux and Nia. They know how it is to feel ostracized from one's family - granted some of Desire's situation was their own doing - and wouldn't wish it on anyone. They sit beside Rory, taking her hand in theirs.

" Always, little dove. "

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