⸻ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵‎ 𝄭𝅗

Guess what.

He bought it.

With his adult money.

This Deadly Sin is having the worst nightmare ever and, at the same time, the best party of his life: he's trying to COOK.

The same creature that burns coffee.

Yes, this guy.

Omg coffee is ready.

Okay, time to say good night to his bestie.

Takes out his phone.

Meme sent.

His jobe is done.

" I'm going to sleep, good night. "

The rest of his treasure, giving him the judgmental look.

" ... "

Someone's having thoughts about buying nice things.

It was hopeless trying to stop that little goofy chuckle escaping from Lord Envy's lips. He tightened the knot of his tie a little, smirking with that playful, silly grin that was completely his husband's.

"I thought I was your jewel, Amatus. Am I not? Answer me."

Tararea suavemente con labios cerrados y mirada concentrada unos documentos que su asistente personal (elegido específicamente por Lucifer y que, además, empieza hoy a su cargo) le ha extendido para firmar y revisar.

He's on a good mood today.

"How could I ask for such a dull thing when I could... "

His fingers adjust Mr Greed's tie.

" …ask to be burned by one of your kisses?"

I don't think there's anyone in this life or in the next one who could possibly worship you as much as I do.

@mrgreedwearsdior.bsky.social

< purpose of existing. Tonight I felt the ocean whispering in my ear... calling me in my dreams. Bringing back the long-forgotten tales of the winds and stones... that were once my family."

His eyes widened as he caressed his husband's chest. "I felt like... they were there again."

< as all those sweet caresses.

"It's a strange feeling, not being a slave to the Great Plan anymore. I've been held in a cage in my own mind for so long... that now that I no longer have chains around my neck... I feel all my true self regaining consciousness. Impliying... recovering all my true >

All the weight he thought he felt suddenly faded, like it never was real at all. That was the incredible power Amaimon held over his heart: a precious pearl that he'd stolen thousands of years ago. One that belonged only to him.

His head tilted softly against his shoulder, sighing as delicately >

< Come here."

He patted the sheets with his hand, his silver, pearled hair spilling all over the mattress.

"I need to feel your hands over mine."

There is no God or Entity in this world that could make him worry, not when his husband's standing right there, caring so much for him as if he's the most precious treasure he'd ever stolen.

His eyes softened even more, with true relief. "There is no such a thing as secrets between us, Amatus. >

*his, even.

< the melodies. "I'm sorry, did I worry you?"

"Amaimon", he slightly said with tremulous words, like air could never get to his lungs anymore. Still, he managed to give him a soft smile, like nothing happened, as if that horrible dream had never occured.

Everytime his lips letted speak hus husband's name was like hearing the beautiest of >

Just woke up with a loud, terrified gasp from what seemed to be a terrible nightmare.

The Deathly Sin panted without a single inch of oxygen to breathe, trying to wipe the pearled sweat from his forehead.

He's clearly anxious.

He's a very pleased Deathly Sin today.

Who could be the responsible of his good mood?

— ¡Oh no!

Dramatizó, separándose con pena de sus labios para que sus ojos de perla y de destellos de sol alcanzasen la preciosa cara de su amado.

— ¿Qué sucedió, Amatus? ¿Estabas buscándome?

Aunque con labios separados, un pequeño gorjeo cristalino nace de su garganta con claro contento.

El resoplido de su nariz camufla muy bien aquella tersa risita que sus labios aprietan para que no estalle, poniéndose de pie para recibir con labios cálidos y manos hambrientas de acariciar su pelo a su amado esposo.

— ¿Qué pasó con esa reunión tan importante?

No es queja alguna. Al contrario.

Blinks once.

Blinks twice.

— ¿Amatus?

Está sentado en el vestidor, eligiendo unas joyas para su atuendo de hoy.

Los pequeños muñecos intentan de gestionar tareas varias a su alrededor, sobre todo organizando el espacio o acompañando el humor de su amo, mientras se mueven torpes y se deslizan por las superficies de muebles y suelos.

Uno descansa en su hombro, fatigado tras haber escalado el brazo del Pecado.

Descansa en una silla de un delicado tallado en mármol con una taza de humeante té en las manos.

A su lado, una bulliciosa corte de muñecos de guiñol acompaña al Pecado Capital, vestidos en largas sedas limpias de anchas mangas, y en sus rostros inexistentes máscaras esconden toda expresión.

⦅OOC.⦆ Bueno, es hora de volver al rolsito después de este parón.

⦅OOC.⦆ Yo: Voy a retomar el rol en Bsky, a ver qué hay nuevo.

Yo viendo que hay rol de DA: QUE ME VUELVO LOCO.