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A small smile up to the taller woman, she was also used to almost everyone at least being twice of her size. Not that mattered the slightest when it came to combat.

“What I thought was a water spring spat fire onto my face so I get it.” she shrugged, taking the offered hand with a brightend smile

A twitch of her thigh, possibly gone unnoticed by the flashing lights; or at least Cindy hoped. Her skin was warm, not too unnaturally so only a pleasant fever temperature.

“One only can hope for such peaceful passing.” she would've preferred that fate as well. Despite that she was unscratched, physically; mentally...was an entirely different question. The scar running through her left eye a reminder, a victory when she was only a spirit

“But thank you. I only can say the same, without the dying in sleep part.” a playful curl of her lips, it was indeed a horrible pickup line

“But don't worry, I've heard worse attempts.”

phoenixborn​:

Cindy has learned no matter where she went she never really blended in, even if she tried to. Hell was no doubt…colorful and she should’ve been able to. Only that she was too humanlike, even if she created cat ears onto her head.

Her irrational- only that they weren’t irrational the slightest- fears surrounding bars could only be defeated in one way: facing them head on. Exactly what she did when she heard good music coming from one of them, sometimes entertaining those who asked nicely a few dances. If it became too much, she just sat down to collect herself, remind that it never can happen again.

“Actually, I do.” too harsh. Too much of a giveaway and she did not like that the slightest

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so…bitchy” Cindy sighed and turned with her mask back on “But my answer is still no. I don’t think I can get anything in Hell which isn’t laced with drugs or alcohol. I have a voice to protect.”

“But that doesn’t mean I also say no to a conversation. I’m Cindy, new here but starting to get the basics.” technically not a lie and she couldn’t start with a ‘hi I’m a cosmic horror’

“No offense taken.” it was clear she was on edge, she didn’t need to know the reason as to why, it was hell after all. It was hard to find anyone trustworthy. 

“Don’t meet a lot of sinners who don’t drink, if it wasn’t obvious from the amount of bars and clubs we have here. I wouldn’t fault someone for thinking it’s more important than water to us demons.” she chuckled, offering out her hand to the woman.

“But I can offer a conversation just as well, I’m Alessia. Did you die in your sleep? You’re very beautiful.” cue a fingergun, “…that joke never gets a laugh. I’m just hoping you didn’t actually die in your sleep as that will make this very awkward. Very fast!”

She knew what Cindy actually was but for now she’s acting like she doesn’t.  

Fuck Marry Kill Erebus, Gabriel, and Sakuya

“Kill Gabriel. Haven't killed an archangel yet.”

“Fuck Sakuya, been there done that”

“And...”

“Marry Erebus.”

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What form of love do you embody?

love as hunger

[ love as ravenous desire, love as something fragrant and home-built ] when florence welch said "we all have a hunger" and when jenny slate asked "who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?" and when violet trefusis wrote "I want you hungrily, frenziedly. passionately. I am starving for you..." and when anne carson asked "what are we made of but hunger and rage?"

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love as being known

[ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

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