Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-01-28 14:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, sloth |
Who: Greed and Sloth
What: Brotherly bonding time. Know as let's confuse Greed time.
Where: Park bench, smoothie shop
When: Saturday, January 26th.
Status: Complete
Greed twirled the gold bracelet in his hand that he'd swiped off of Zoe's 'date'. She still insisted on being friends while she dipped her nose out with other people. He'd crashed this date. It wouldn't be the last one either, especially if she chose to pick them up in order to remain friends with him. He wasn't about to let anything he called his own just walk away. That was absurd.
He slipped the bracelet on his wrist, leaning back on the park bench before realizing he'd actually sat on something....or someone.
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“Um, ow?” Sloth said, pushing Greed off him. “I tried to say hello, shows how much the rest of you ever notice me doesn’t it.” He frowned, slouching into his hoodie. “Real nice.” He felt a bit pouty today anyway because Wrath had been with George for a few days and Sloth was feeling bored and ignored by himself. He’d gone out today to try and get some air through his head, pull himself together a bit without resorting to bothering Joey for a bit of weed and a blowjob. He’d seen Greed coming and had said hello, but his brother had just blanked him and then sat on him. If that wasn’t just a reflection of his life right now, he didn’t know what was.
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Greed slid down the bench pulling his coat sleeve down his arm so no one would think to take his steal. "Ah, there you are." He said giving Sloth a little shove. "I heard you just couldn't see where you were. You kind of blend in with your surroundings."
Sloth did look extra pouty. "What you doin' out here?"
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“Liar,” Sloth grumbled. “I’m sitting on a bench, what’s it look like to you?” He tugged his beanie a little tighter around his ears. Of course Greed had a great excuse. He noticed the way he tugged at his sleeve and shook his head slightly. “Nobody’s gonna take your bling, man. Where’d you get the shiny?”
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"You're just like a natural lump in the background."
Greed flopped back on the bench back. "Just off some douchebag trying to take out my girlfriend." Hr didn't even realize the slip. Something about being around Sloth always relaxed one down like a tranquilizer. He could even feel his brain sleeping in his skull.
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“Since when did you have a girlfriend?” Sloth side-eyed Greed, still feeling grumpy, but what could he really do about it? He folded his arms. “Am I the last one to know about this again? Typical.”
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Oops. That had just slid right out. It wasn't like all the Sins didn't know what with Satan disecting his head and laying out his thoughts on a petri dish.
"She's not really anymore. Kinda blew up in my face when I kidnapped her. So you didn't miss much."
He nudged Sloth's shoulder, pushing him over a little. "What's with you, you're more overly depressive more than usual."
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“We have kidnapping in common then,” Sloth muttered. “Who was the sucker you tricked into being with you? Not like you to let something get away.” He narrowed his eyes at Greed. “What, no, Hi Sloth, how are you since you had your throat slashed and approximately nobody even cared about it? Nothing like that?”
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"Who says I let her go? She's on a 'let's be friends' kick. Its not working so hot. She hasn't gotten it in her head I'm not letting go." Greed threw his arms behind his head, eying sloth suspiciously as he started to fuss over his encounter with Satan.
"I didn't know he slit your neck," he made an icky face, rubbing his throat as if it were in pain. "He scattered my brains for a few weeks. That was some mean shit."
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“Literally?” That was a new one, if so. Sloth was a little more interested if that was the case. “Yeah well, nobody bothered to ask, did they. Nobody ever bothers to ask. I’m just boring old Sloth, not one of you overbearing excessively superior sins, just the quiet one in the corner that nobody cares about. It’s fine, I’m used to it.” He folded his arms and slouched on the bench. “And if you’re gonna date mortals, just use them for what you want and then quit it. They’re boring to pander to.”
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"Gave me nightmares and some shit. I didn't sleep for weeks." It was all fine and dandy untIl Greed stopped eating and socializing. Then the nightmares merged with reality and Greed had hardly known what end was up. "No one forgets you."
Greed rolled his eyes. "Are you done whining? I want a smoothie." He wasn't sure what the food plug was right now, but he'd grown an extra appetite ever since getting back from Kansas to turn himself mortal for Christmas. Maybe right now it was his aphrodisiac, the food.
"Well, I like this one. It's sorta like having a puppy.”
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“Oh. So not literally.” Sloth shrugged a little in disappointment. He rolled his eyes at Greed’s instant dismissal of him, but what had he been expecting, really? “Sure, smoothie. Great. We can talk about your girl problems over it if you like. It’ll be such fun!” He fluttered his eyelashes sarcastically.
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"No, it wasn't like Hannibal Lector. Though it sure as hell felt like it...it was like my memories playing fuseball with each other." He shoved Sloth again playfully. "You're back now right? No throat scars or fingers missing."
He stood stretching his arms out being sure to make all kinds of loud noises. It always provoked funny stares.
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“Just cos I’m in one piece physically doesn’t mean I’m all together emotionally!” Sloth retorted, standing up in a far less showy manner, and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He kicked a pebble and scuffed his foot, waiting for Greed to lead the way, because clearly Greed would want to choose where he got his smoothie from. “So tell me again why you’re letting your girlfriend get away from you?”
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"And I am?" Greed pressed his hands to his chest, making this about him---it was the excess Sin way. "Birds are probably still pecking my brains." He cleared his throat with a sigh. "If I'd known I would have picked you up after. And I'd have brought the pot. You look like you need a good joint."
Greed dragged Sloth on an invisible leash when they were out, his pace sometimes a little fast for the slouch. "Did I say I was letting her go?" Greed snorted. "I'm letting her drag herself on this circus so she bounces right back to me. Isn't that what people do with dogs? Let them outside, let them roam the wilderness in the rain until they come running back inside?" Greed was putting Zoe on wild chase only to make himself look good. All for his benefit, it was how selfishness worked.
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“I haven’t been smoking much lately. I haven’t got out much. But about the dog thing- Do they? I thought people kept dogs on a leash,” Sloth said, pointing at a sign which said just that. “You have to pay a fine. It says. But then... I think the saying goes, if you love something, set it free...” He gave Greed a snide sideways look, smirking at him.
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"Dogs like to roam long before we started putting leashes on them." Though in a city like this they couldn't really let them roam---"you're missing my metaphor here Sloth! I was making a point." He should have known it whipped right over his lazy head.
"Set it free? That's blasphemous."
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“So you love her?” Sloth said, pouncing on the lack of denial. “You love a mortal? OMG, Greed, you can’t just love mortals. They fall apart and die in like two seconds. I got your metaphor, I’m not a complete moron. I was making fun of it, duh.” He rolled his eyes and gave Greed a look. “So you love your leashless dog. Creepy.”
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"What?" Greed squeaked. He'd already come under fire by George about this. To hear it from his brother felt a little awkward, like he was under a hot lamp. "We're Sins, love is so---and what if I did?" He got a little defensive. It wasn't like he carried a disease. Sins were capable. Wrath had said so. George had said so. Zoe said so.
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Sloth raised an eyebrow at him. “Dude. Seriously. Mortals are weak as wet toilet paper. They fall apart in no time, especially for us. Getting invested is a bad idea.” He shook his head. “I’d have thought you above that anyway. Use it then lose it, isn’t that your motto?” He slowed as they came close to a place that sold smoothies.
“What’s her name then?”
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"That would work if I'd used her." Greed hadnt put an ounce of himself in her. "They seem to live longer that way." He liked this toy, he really did because for once someone gave him something. He wanted to treasure it. To Lust she thought he was still Hung up on a toaster, but to Greed Zoe had grown beyond toaster status. He had his hands in and he wasn't letting it slip away into another fire.
Greed was hesitant to give Sloth her name. If Lust realized he still had anything to do with this mortal girl she would skin him alive in hot oil. But Sloth would be on his hate list if he used it against him, that was one leg up for Greed. He was a fun guy to keep on your side, but he wasn't one to double cross.
"Zoe."
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“You don’t use her?” Sloth just felt confused now. What was the point if there was nothing in it for him? “But you still want her? Why’re you letting her roam then, if she’s not yours? I don’t get it.” He frowned, folding his arms. “But- hey, Patience had a girlfriend called Zoe. That was the one I busted in on a while back.”
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"Because I want her." And when Greed set his eyes on something he was not going to let it roam. Sloth wasn't going to understand the significance in the fact that Zoe let him be himself. Lust as close to Greed as she was couldn't. Lust could act the part of the same five year old Greed was most of the time, but Zoe actually got down with him on the same level to play. It wasn't like any one else hed come across. To them Greed was power, he was money, he was sex. But to Zoe he was just Chance. And for a Sin that wanted his plate and the other persons too, Zoe gave him a taste of the side he had always wanted.
"That wasn't Patience's girl. That was mine." He said that last word with such strength that Sloth would know he'd inadvertantly stepped into Greed's territory.
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Sloth stopped and hit Greed on the arm. “Then why’d you let me think she was with Patience? Does he know? So has everybody else known about this for ages except for me, again?? Does this Zoe know what you are?” He hit Greed again, for good measure. “You’re such a fucking idiot. Have her if you want her, but she’s gonna die in no time and then you’ll be cut up over it so what’s the fucking point.”
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"Because I wasn't broadcasting it to the world after Lucifer decided to scorch my apartment." It wasn't like Sloth would have done anything other than creep her out. "Yea she knows what I am. That's why I like her. She likes me."
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“Yeah cos I’d tell everyone,” Sloth sulked. “What the hell, man, I thought we were friends. You’ve gone all weird.” He didn’t like this Zoe if she was gonna turn Greed into a sappy creep. “She must be a right idiot if she still likes you anyway.”
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Greed smacked Sloth aside the back of the head. "Pick your smoothie."
"If Lust knows I'm toast." Greed had hung himself years ago when he killed something special to her. Maybe it was why Greed was hanging on so tight. Greed shoved Sloth. "I was being careful man." It's what Greed did with the things he treasured. He took precaution.
"Besides it was kind of funny getting texts back and forth from you and Zoe. It was like tag football and I was the referee."
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Sloth grumbled under his breath and ordered the smoothie he wanted, then went and sat down so Greed would have to pay for it. He didn’t have any money anyway.
“Lust doesn’t talk to me anyway,” he said, when Greed joined him. “So she knew who I was then? Bet you had a good laugh at me after.”
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Sloth never had money, it was part of taking care of his brother. Greed spent money as quickly as he horded it. "Lust talks in different ways...." Greed tapped his lip while picking out his flavors. By the time his entire smoothie was mixed together it was an odd purplish color.
"You talked about fondling her boobs, it was hilarious."
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Sloth grumbled under his breath and sipped his smoothie. “You’re a dickhole, you know that?” he said sourly. “Patience was with her just before I buried him, you know. Ah-” He suddenly sat up a little straighter and pointed an accusing finger. “You wanted him outta the way cos he was interfering with you and the girl! That’s why you wanted me to do your dirty work! And I still didn’t deserve to know?? Asshole.”
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"Oh Sloth, I was eventually gonna tell you. I was taking precaution. Patience deserved it. Didn't it make you feel warm and fuzzy to bury his ass?" Who really liked Patience other than Temperance anyway.
Greed took a giant swallow. He made a pleased noise. "Tastes like cotton candy." He gave Sloth a look. "Whattaya mad?" He'd done Greed a favor, that meant he was on his side.
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“It was hard work,” Sloth moaned, pouting. He opted for a simple flavour with his smoothie, sticking with raspberry because he couldn’t be bothered picking a million flavours like Greed. “So what are you gonna do with this bitch now anyway? If you’re ‘letting her roam’ or whatever it was you said.”
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"She's putty in my hands." He grinned with a thin-lipped smile and a nod of his head. "She will come right back." It was that easy, except it wasn't that easy, even in Greed's master plan. He didn't want to squeeze too tight with this one, it always ended badly. He was allowed friends and all that right? Why couldn't the Sins have that? He was adapting to it not being taboo. As if he could have this little bit of normal. "You had a boyfriend once. Pride has husbands. Wrath has a Saint. I want a mortal of my own." He stomped his foot against the marble floor, eyeing Sloth's smoothie. "Is it good?"
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Sloth followed Greed’s gaze to his drink. “No, not really,” he replied, moving his cup so it was further out of Greed’s reach. “Yeah I’ve had a ton of boyfriends, but I didn’t love them. They get used up too fast, even when I’ve not really trying. No point getting attached. They’re more like a dog or a cat than a partner. Besides the point, even if they live a mortal life normally, they get old and ugly, and then they die. Their lifespans are too short.” He shrugged. “I’d only go with another Immortal if I had to love anybody. But it’s just a lot of hard work and I have my own shit to do.”
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So even Sloth was capable---"I just want someone I can keep..." When Sloth mentioned immortal Greed's face lit up again. "She's a quarter immortal. Does that count?" As if he were competing.
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“Does it make her actually immortal?” Sloth replied. “Why don’t you try having her stuffed, like one of those real dolls or something? Then you have her all to yourself, and young and beautiful forever.” He said it like it was a reasonable request, and really, it wasn’t outside the bounds of possibility. “At the end of the day, we’re Sins, and we’re selfish, and it’s very difficult for us to truly love anybody but ourselves. And I hate myself most of the time, so...”
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Greed's eyes scanned up and down, crushed at what Sloth said. It was true, as Sins their love was ultimately twisted. His own body had rejected it. It didn't mean he would ever stop wanting it. Now that her gone to Kansas, Greed had blown the door wide open to 'feelings'. They still swam around in his head when he spent more time with Zoe.
"I went to Kansas for a week." He blurted. "To this epicenter or whatever it took away my greed-ness until I left. I wanted to fuck her but it didn't happen. I think I want her for her not just where I put my dick." Not a one of the other Sins could really grasp why Greed would want the other side---but that was just it---because it was something he couldn't have.
He poked at Sloth's drink just to watch him clutch it tight. Greed waved off the seriousness of the conversation, it was just weird with Sloth.
"I got a joint in my car if you want one?" It was as if he was pulling a lazy cat from its nap with the promise of kitty treats.
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“What?” Sloth frowned at Greed. “What epicenter thing in Kansas?” There was a place that did what? Made them like mortals? He leaned forward a little, curious. You never know when something like that would come in handy. He rose to walk out back to wherever Greed had parked without agreeing, fixed on this Kansas thing.
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Greed had expected Sloth to go for the joint not Kansas. "Yeah, there is. It's the middle of the USA or something. It strips you of your whatever--" he waved his hand around. He walked out to the car, another half of his smoothie downed before popping his car door open to hunt down his lighter. "It wasn't all that exciting. I felt like I was dying."
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“Could you die?” Sloth asked, filled with a sudden morbid curiosity. To be able to die- not like the other times he’d ODed or had his throat slashed, but actually really die- it intrigued him. Forget this mortal fuckpuppet of Greed’s, this was the real story. “Where exactly in Kansas?”
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"I don't know. If you got stabbed or shot I guess so---wait a fucking minute don't be contemplating killing yourself." He shoved Sloth into the car giving him the joint. "Seriously that's not cool. You're my brother." Greed was annoyed he'd even thought of it.
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“I’m not...” Sloth said noncommittally, taking the joint and sparking it up. “But where is it?” He took a long inhale and let it out slowly, enjoying the feeling. He hadn’t smoked in far too long. Maybe he should give Joey a call. Getting high in company was always better.
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"In some small ass town that doesn't even have a motel. Google it." He took the joint from Sloth for a few puffs and handed it back. He never liked it when Sloth talked about this kind of stuff, it depressed him. That was Sloth's magic power. "Lebanon I think." He side eyed Sloth. "I'm serious Sloth. You slice your wrists or some shit I'm gonna beat you."
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“I’m not gonna! Jeeze Louise.” Sloth rolled his eyes and blew a smoke ring. “Why’re you freakin out so much? Calm yo tits.” He lay back across the back seat of the car. Didn’t stop him entertaining the idea. “Where’d you find this out from anyway?”
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"Cause you're my fucking brother. Loyalty ran deep with the Sins even if they fucked each other up. It was all a part of this screwed up pseudo bonding thing they did.
"Wrath told me about it." So he'd almost hijaked his ex-girlfriend to go. "Kansas is not what I'd thought it be. Just flat plains of nothing." Sloth would probably like wallowing in its misery.