|Envy (gre3n_eyed) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2015-01-24 23:03:00
|Current music:||"Enemy" by Blue Stahli|
|Entry tags:||envy, temperance|
Who: Envy and Temperance [Narrative]
What: Envy has been creative with his Virtue guest...
When: Saturday night, January 24th
Where: Old asylum Envy calls home
Warnings: Just Envy being creepy...
For months Envy had kept Temperance in his home. He could have killed her already, but Envy still wanted to break into that perfect little Virtue brain of hers. That head of hers was not easy to crack as it had been to seep into her male persona. This presented him with a challenge, one Envy was too eager to take. He seemed almost giddy behind that psycho smile, his eyes a brilliant green when he found something new he liked to do to her. Humans by now usually cried, screamed and begged to be released. Not this one. Temperance had a strength that he enjoyed twisting and taunting.
When the usual tortures became a bore he moved to more psychological play. That was what he was good at. Each morning he tempted her with a little crack of light from the window in her room. He fluffed the musty curtains to let her drink whatever sunlight she could take in. He was an artist after all, he needed to use his natural elements to work.
"How are we this morning?" he asked in that deranged happy house-wife kind of way. Temperance raised one of her shaved brows to look at him over her shoulder. She didn't cower, but he had made a mess of her. Envy had taken his artistic skills to a new level by dressing her up like a doll. Each week was a little different than the last. He had a new outfit, and painted her face to his liking. To add to her humiliation he took photos for his own collection. She wasn't the only girl there, but she was the one he paid the most attention to.
Envy crossed over in her light, a snort as he noticed her cheeks had died in color. Biting down on his lip he let a little blood draw from his puckered lip. He licked it and rubbed a circle on her cheek.
There. Much better.
He eyed her again for a moment. Something wasn't right. He stood slowly, moving behind her to tie one of the loose ribbons in her hair. He combed his fingers through that ponytail. It was tainted with blood, dust and dirt, but to him when he smelled her hair it smelled good.
"You look beautiful today." He reminded her.