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writetomyheart2019-03-29 11:54 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2019-03-29 11:54 pm
[team sonic] double post
Running out of time because of a birthday—I’m sorry about the post today after having posted just yesterday! Not sure how to tag the first fandom because...religious figures? I guess? From a song? And does it count as genderbend (though I don’t really think so)? The song is Billie Eilish’s all the good girls go to hell.
First word(s) from hate.
“This time he meant it.” God pulls another segment off the orange, pops it in her mouth. “Peter.” She shakes her head, the light catching the gold on her eyelids.
“So what do you want then,” Lucifer says, leaning against the rocky rubble. “He’ll be back after his vacation.” She pulls a pomegranate from her pocket, cracks it in half. God watches the trickle of juice that rolls down the skin of her wrist.
“Come on, Luce,” God says. “At least for old time’s sake.” All the orange segments are gone, and the thick peel disappears in a blink.
“Sophia,” Lucifer says, blinking slowly. “We haven't been like that since before the garden.” Her dark hair curls like smoke around her ears, a finger reaching up to push a tendril out of her face.
God peers into the horizon, hand sharing her eyes. “I've made mistakes,” she says. “I need your help to shake things up.” The smile on Lucifer’s face starts small, but grows into a grin.
“Old Peter won't know what hit him,” she says. God laughs, the sound ringing like bells across the dunes.
First word(s) from battle preparations.
"I'm beginning to think we never should have stopped at this coffee shop,” Watanuki says, sighing.
Doumeki glances down at his empty coffee up, and then back up to meet his eyes. Watanuki already knows that he's going to say before he says it.
“Why?” Doumeki asks. “The coffee was good.” He looks at it again, as if reassuring the empty cup that he's speaking the truth, and then over at the barista.
“Yes, but that's not the point,” Watanuki protests, waving his arm through the air and almost upsetting his cup.
“I thought coffee was the whole point of a coffee shop,” Doumeki says. Watanuki groans, slumping forward dramatically to rests his face in his hands.
“I give up.”
First word(s) from hate.
“This time he meant it.” God pulls another segment off the orange, pops it in her mouth. “Peter.” She shakes her head, the light catching the gold on her eyelids.
“So what do you want then,” Lucifer says, leaning against the rocky rubble. “He’ll be back after his vacation.” She pulls a pomegranate from her pocket, cracks it in half. God watches the trickle of juice that rolls down the skin of her wrist.
“Come on, Luce,” God says. “At least for old time’s sake.” All the orange segments are gone, and the thick peel disappears in a blink.
“Sophia,” Lucifer says, blinking slowly. “We haven't been like that since before the garden.” Her dark hair curls like smoke around her ears, a finger reaching up to push a tendril out of her face.
God peers into the horizon, hand sharing her eyes. “I've made mistakes,” she says. “I need your help to shake things up.” The smile on Lucifer’s face starts small, but grows into a grin.
“Old Peter won't know what hit him,” she says. God laughs, the sound ringing like bells across the dunes.
First word(s) from battle preparations.
"I'm beginning to think we never should have stopped at this coffee shop,” Watanuki says, sighing.
Doumeki glances down at his empty coffee up, and then back up to meet his eyes. Watanuki already knows that he's going to say before he says it.
“Why?” Doumeki asks. “The coffee was good.” He looks at it again, as if reassuring the empty cup that he's speaking the truth, and then over at the barista.
“Yes, but that's not the point,” Watanuki protests, waving his arm through the air and almost upsetting his cup.
“I thought coffee was the whole point of a coffee shop,” Doumeki says. Watanuki groans, slumping forward dramatically to rests his face in his hands.
“I give up.”
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