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Vivienne didn't flinch as the air around Damian began to distort, the temperature dropping into that familiar, demonic chill. Vivienne didn't offer a prayer or a kind word. She didn't look at him with the pity he so despised. She stepped into his space, her pink satin heels clicking rhythmically against the cold stone—a steady, artificial heartbeat.
"You're doing it again," she whispered, her voice like silk over a razor. She reached out, her fingers—manicured and cold—tracing the line of his jaw. She didn't look for the demon; she looked for the vacancy. "You're trying to disappear into the sky, Asheriel. But the sky is empty. I'm the only thing here with a pulse."
She took his hand—the one he was sure would shatter her—and pressed it firmly against her throat."They tell you that you're a monster, and you believe them because it's easier than being alone," she whispered, her silver eyes locking onto his with predatory clarity. She took his hand—the one that felt like a curse—and placed it flat against her cheek. "I don't care about your sins, Damian. I don't care about the people you've failed or the times you've died."
She leaned in, her lips grazing his ear. "Stop worrying about your soul. It’s a corrupted file anyway. Focus on the pressure of my skin. Focus on the optic I’ve built for you. If you’re going to fall, Damian... fall into me. I promise I’m much more interesting than hell."
/hiii!!! I was thinking we could keep Valerie interacting with Eli and Vivienne (the new oc I made) with Damian if you like <3
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“Awww thank you so much! I take insane as the most beautiful compliment a man could ever give me! And by the way I always look beautiful. Tell your grumpy friends that I can hear them… their voices aren’t exactly subtle enough to not be heard.”
Vivienne said crossing her arms like a kid who just heard her father say something about never go out and buy candies. Vivienne looked around to spot a place where she could sit -she loved to call herself a grown ass /doll/ instead of woman. - and she always thought dolls weren’t made to stay up a lot. Her way to say she was lazy and she was tired of standing. She cleaned the bench with a napkin she found in her purse and after cleaning it she sat down her feet swinging happily. Nobody could tell her age since even her family stopped caring about her birthdays but you could tell that she mentally still was a little girl. She lived in this world where everything was pink and where she could buy everything with just showing her body to the right person. Gender hasn’t been a problem to her since she was 17 yo and she realised she was attracted to both.
“ so uhm if you’re not gonna kill me mr grumpy then what? Do you wanna be my friend? Usually my friends end dead by my sister she is a bit jealous because everyone hates her!”
Vivienne asked now licking a lollipop-where did she find it? - and offering one to Damian.
“Well I hate her too with that superior attitude and her tendency of killing everyone ! Do you kill everyone too? Or just the people those weirdos in your head ask you? Do they have names? Or a favourite colour? Mine is pink of course!”
She said giggling while she kept licking her strawberry lollipop.
( @StaticAndSmoke- I am glad you like her<3333 I ALREDY love them so much!)
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“…what are you doing,” he murmured, but it came out softer than he meant it to. Not a demand. Not even a question. Just… confusion. When she pulled back, proud of her work, he didn’t move right away.
He tasted it. Wax. Synthetic. Something floral underneath. Alive. The Chorus hissed again, quieter this time. Annoyed.
« sʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋs ʏᴏᴜ. »
His hand finally dropped from her face, slow, reluctant, like gravity had only just remembered him “…you shouldn’t joke about that,” Damian said after a moment, voice rough again, but thinner now. Frayed at the edges.
His gaze dragged back to her, darker this time “I don’t kill people like you,” he added quietly. “Not because I can’t” a pause “because I don’t know how to stop once I start.”
Silence stretched between them. Then, almost like an afterthought, he lifted a hand and dragged his thumb across his lip, smearing the dark color slightly — not wiping it away.
“…and you don’t look like someone who understands what that actually means.”
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;// haha - well I like her already <3
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✡︎【 @-cigarettes_slut- 】✡︎ Damian didn’t move when she started talking. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t pull away. He just… watched her. The way she spoke about it — about dying — like it was a stage, a performance, something curated instead of feared. It hit something in him wrong. Not like the Chorus. Not like pain. Something quieter. Something worse. His fingers were still against her cheek, unmoving now, like he’d forgotten how to take them back. “…you’re insane,” he said finally, voice low, but there was no bite to it. No judgment. Just quiet disbelief. The Chorus stirred anyway. « sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. » His jaw tightened hard “shut up,” he muttered — not to her. Then she moved. And he let her. That was the worst part. He didn’t flinch when she dug through her bag, didn’t stop her when she lifted the lipstick, didn’t even breathe properly when her hand came up to his face. The moment the color touched his lips, his entire body went still. Not frozen. Held. Like something inside him had gone quiet just to watch. His gold eye flickered — not violently this time. Slower. Uncertain. [1/2]
