nestingdevil | (no subject)

[ Switches. ]

If you tell anyone I said all of this to you, I shall punish for you later. [ Just not sure how. ]

Because it's nice to be spoiled. I want to be spoiled by someone. Why can't I have something like that? Am I not worthy of anything like that?

I suppose I'll just have to accept it, yes.

By the way, about your body, can you turn every piece of you into beautiful hardness? [ ♥ ]

Eh-?

[There's a solid thud; wood knocking hollow as he settles against something. Heel sliding up, pushing weight to the curved-tip of a toe and for a while, Greed's silent. A still sort of quiet that's far different than his usual flavor.]

[But then, an audible shrug takes hold. Leather and fur moving, making themselves known over the feed.] Will you now. [Tone thick; like a vintage tune played on the cusp of closing time. Late night stringing it along, making it hiss from his teeth.] You know, that's not very nice.

[Still, it wasn't as if he wasn't used to this kind of business.] Everyone wants something they can't have, Yaha. Anyone who tells you different is lying.

[Normally, he'd go on his rant; explain that wanting was neither good nor bad. But he skips out. Merely waves his hand, chasing away the thought entirely. Heel coming down, that dramatic slowness a sound all its own.] No one says you aren't, but it's not exactly fair, right? You stole something from them and I think you and I have already covered how I feel about stealing.

[It's almost a threat. Not quite there, not quite menacing. Just the edge of it, the proverbial knife drawn to the table. No need to ruffle any feathers.]

[But as soon as it's there, it's gone. A blink-flash before Greed makes a noise in the back of his throat. Surprise catching him:] Ah-?

[Because really.]

[His laughter is loud; a crashing noise to clatter against the walls. The sound of his neck snapping, bones crunching as he moves wildly. Open-palm smack against that wood surface before it all cools down again.]

Ha - ! Kind of forward, aren't you? [Humming, nail to scratch at the end of the feed.]

You could say it's one of the perks.

It sounds like you getting comfortable. I wish I knew what that was like. [ He sniffles. He hasn't been back to his room for awhile. ]

And I'm not very nice sometimes. I try to be nice and sweet to people, but what does that get me? [ Hmphs. ] Yes, yes, you don't like it if people steal from you. I'd rather that someone were to hurt me and make me bleed... I'd like to be choking in my own blood, too. That really makes me very excited.

But they just say nasty things... which hurt my feelings rather than hurt my body and make this body of mine warm with pain and excitement. You are right about not being able to get what you want.

No one is playing proper with me, Greed.

It must be nice. Any piece of you could be sweet for someone else.

I guess you could say that.

[As comfortable as a torn-down classroom can be. Not that he's complaining; carved out corner to call his own, though there's plenty that's missing. The familiar crowd lost and the comfort of the usual(s)? Aren't entirely present.]

[The leathers at his wrist chime. Following with his movements, the clacking of his heels thudding.]

Not exactly a smart choice, friend. Besides - seems they've already figured out what your real weakness is.

[Hitting 'em where it counts; he understands the idea.]

Not exactly something I like to show off, friend. Makes me real ugly, but I've already told you that, haven't I?

[A pause; head lulling to trace the ceiling and the Sin lets out an elongated sort of sigh.]

Still don't get it, do you?

Edited 2013-11-28 04:21 (UTC)

How did they figure it out so easily? I thought I hid my weakness. [ SNIFFLE. ]

I do.

You have no interest in that, but that doesn't mean people aren't interested in that with you.

It's not like you could stop the rumors once they spread, hmn?

[Not that he's heard much of anything. Still, nothing does really change and Zelien's a proverbial wild-fire ready to happen. Plenty of bends and turns to make the fire chase.]

[He clicks his tongue, snaps it on the smooth side of his teeth.] Never had complaints before, but it's not usually the style most prefer.

No. Killing people does nothing. Hypnotizing people does nothing. They just are able to break free of all those things. Do they understand that their mouths make it difficult for the rest of us to be able to be happy?

[ He hisses quietly. ]

I complain. I complain a lot.

Figured that out all on your own?

[The clacking stops, replaced with a shrilling sort of screech. Like metal dragging on metal and the Sin hums low. Lets it churn in his gut.]

Nothing's free in this world or the next, friend. Eh-

[Popping; like the rapid succession of bullets being fired, screws letting loose to the pressure.] Though I gotta ask - what do you plan to do about it?

If I do anything... Clay will never speak to me.

I couldn't bear that, Greed. I'm certain he would hold even if I were to tear pieces of him out. He would not curse at me. Scream a few times in pain, yes, but just look at me with ... those sort of eyes that tear into one's soul ... and say nothing.

So, my hands are tied.

[ ... ]

As to what to do about you... you won't always be on guard. Even you have to rest. Then, I shall taste that skin of yours.

Isn't that what you want? I don't know why you're making this more complicated than it has to be.

[There's silence as those eyebrows push up. An audible sort of frown forming on the other side of the line before that baritone drawls:] Oi, oi, oi -

[It's almost dangerous, then. Because while he's glad to take a few, there's others to worry about.] - you can try, but remember what I told you.

Because it's very complicated, Greed. You can try to make it not so, but that doesn't mean that it isn't.

[ He lets out a small sigh, sad. ] I don't know. Could you remind me what you said?

You're making it complicated, friend. You and yours tend to do that - it's not as if you have a lot of options.

[Sigh to match sigh, fingers scratching at the base of his neck.] You're not that dense, Yaha. You and I both know that.

[Knuckles thudding against wood with a tail bone to follow.]

Takes more than the usual to hurt me.

No, but I like pretending I do. Can't you pretend with me?

[ A huff. ] I can pretend that I am that dense. Perhaps, people will just start to think I'm a fool. Fools are forgiven easier than those that are sharp, right? A blunt blade occasionally cuts and it is the fault of the other person.

And your feelings are not close to the surface either.

[Audible break of a wet smile. The coiling of it far too obvious.] Pretend, huh? Don't count myself a liar, Yaha. It's just one of my rules.

[Tip of a nail to the edge of wood, a slow tapping motion.] Think that's a good idea? Doubt most of 'em would buy it.

Oh-? My feelings - about what, exactly? Not really hard to get.

So you say. [ A soft wet sound as he slips his tongue out, sucking in a bit of air around it as it lightly glides just underneath his teeth as he presents it to the screen before he pulls back. ]

They think they're so clever, but they're not as smart as they think. They're not as clever as they like to believe. They've left themselves open and do not even realize it.

About anything, Greed. Your feelings are buried so deep that I wouldn't be able to hurt them even if I tried.

Edited 2013-11-29 03:05 (UTC)

[A loud bark of a laugh, body moving to slide against wood. Heel groaning against the floorboards as he sinks. As two elbows crack to anchor the slouch.]

You think that's a good idea? Seems pretty low, if you ask me.

[Index clicking off on the other side of the line. To the tune of wristbands rattling, his voice tampering off with a questionable sort of hum. Like a predator sizing up its next target.] That so? It's really simple.

I want everything you can possibly think of, friend. What else is there to understand?

What? And just let myself be backed into a corner? That's hardly fair.

[ He lets out another huff before a soft thud. Lying on the floor now, his voice slightly muffled as he talks into his arm more than the communicator. ] There has to be something you want more than anything else.

Oi, oi, oi - didn't mean to offend.

[Heel lacing to heel, the slow rocking as he listens to the other. The sound of a pout far too obvious and the Sin groans slightly.]

Not really - to me, everything has some sort of value. [And he's not about to let out his confession; one-time shot and the only one to hear it? Well - ]

What is it you're really after here?

[ He picks his head up. ]

What value do you see in me?

Eh-?

[The question wasn't exactly unexpected, but it's a bit of a surprise. A pause, head falling to the dip of his shoulders. The rhythm on his ankles not stopping; keeping up the pace before he makes a noise. Rolling his tongue, flicking his teeth.]

Little bit of a loaded question, but - ! [Circles to the ceiling and Greed's voice takes on a sick vibration. Tumbling over itself, smoldering in his jaws.] I guess you and I are good pals, right? Though, it seems to me you've got your priorities a little backwards.

[Meaning they're fucked half-way to next Tuesday, but there's no need to be that blunt.] You're a risk. Never know which way you're going to go and you're not very good at keeping things peaceful. [An understatement and mockery all the same.]

Deals with you tend to go south pretty fast and you don't hold anything to a standard. In the end, your intentions aren't exactly clear, friend.

But that doesn't mean I don't find you worth the time.

I appreciate your honesty.

[ There is a loud crack against the wooden floor before the sound of something splattering against the screen. The noise changes to a thick wet sound before the elf speaks, again. ]

Do you believe that I could be loved? Truly loved?

[It's a sound that speaks of nothing good; that speaks of ill intentions, the wet splattering too thick to be water and Greed's voice suddenly dips. Turning sour.]

Oi, oi, oi - [Slow pitch, dragging it out. The sudden beat of his heels breaking to a jarring stop and his nails bite into wood.] - that wasn't a good idea, friend. A little bit a waste, don't you think?

You're asking the wrong guy. In the end, I never understood that idea - can't, really.

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