|girl_acedia (girl_acedia) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2015-06-24 13:49:00
|Current music:||Black Sheep - Gin Wigmore|
|Entry tags:||digger, sloth|
WHO: Sloth and Digger
WHEN: June 16
WHERE: Digger's apartment
WHAT: Mess with Sins, get the shaft
WARNING: Sloth being slothy
Digr wer r u?? y rnt u replyin 2 me?
Sloth looked up at his apartment window, and jammed her thumb on the buzzer again. She'd wanted Digger to come and see her pants fort while Wrath was out, but he wasn't replying to her messages and it was starting to piss her off. Greed had been on radio silence for the past week too. She'd expected him to be louder and angrier. But maybe, he'd been more understanding this time? Hmm, and pigs might fly. He was ignoring her on purpose, just to keep her in suspense.
"HEY! HEY DIGGER! IF YOU DON'T COME OUT I'M GONNA START SCREAMING! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" she hollered at his apartment window. "HEEEEEEYYY!!! HEY DIGGER'S NEIGHBOURS, I KNOW IT'S LATE AT NIGHT! COME OUT AND PLAAAAAYYY!!"
Digger felt like slamming his head into the wall. Greed had made this all very clear, contract and all. He was surprised that he didn't have to give up a vile of his blood and hair samples. Digger was part of Greed's collection and his ties (err---grip) was the first to sink in. Even though Digger was swimming with another Sin, he was tied to one already.
That and Greed was his best friend.
Sorrell wasn't taking the hint, and Digger was worse at breaking things off with her as he was keeping them from Greed. This was a torrid mess. Eventually he cracked open the door acting as calmly as he could.
"Hey bae!" Sloth said cheerily. "I knew you'd be in there. Let me in, I don't want people to think I'm hanging around out here for just anyone." She stepped forward, expecting him to let her past and up into his apartment. After all, even if Greed had been upset, he wasn't the one putting out, right? That was Sloth's purview, and she'd been doing a good job, if she did say so herself.
She was cute and it made this difficult...but this hadn't ever really been a thing had it? She didn't really care about him, he was just a quick lay when she wasn't off with the guy with no name. "I'm kinda busy Sorrell..." and he was busy just sitting on his couch with a video game controller.
Sloth stopped short, surprised when he didn't move aside for her. "Do you have someone else in there or something? " she teased lightly, glancing around in case someone else was near. "It's okay, we can have a three-way," she said with a wink.
Digger opened the door a little wider. Maybe if he just let her down easy it wouldnt be as horrible if he did it inside over a beer. "You can't stay long I gotta go out soon." He sat her down on the couch, pacing back and forth and guzzling down his beer and then shoving one in her hand.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Sloth asked, after practically being frogmarched into the house. She frowned at him, holding the beer she was given but not drinking. After a moment or two, a creeping suspicion dawned on her. "...did Chance get to you? What did he say?"
"He met up with me about it..." he cringed. It was still pretty weird. "Made me sign a contract in everything but my blood." He wouldn't have put it past him to have gone that extreme.
"A what? A contract???" Sloth stared at Digger in amazement. "And what did this contract say, exactly? That he owns your soul?" Oh man, oh man, she was incredulous at the naiveté of the man. What a fool. And this probably shut Sloth out permanently too. Goddammit, Greed.
It was a shit move. Greed was a dick and he was covering all his bases. Sloth had moved in on his shit and he was countering her move with a checkmate. "Yes a contract..." that Digger didn't even read the fine print.
"Please tell me you read it," Sloth replied, her eyes getting rounder the more he spoke. "Please tell me you read every bit of that contract, or you just made the biggest mistake of your short life." Greed wanted to shut Sloth out, sure, but what clauses had he put in to prevent anything like this happening again?
"Of course I read it," Digger snapped swallowing more of his beer. "Pages and pages and pages of it. I started to think it wouldn't end." He still hadn't explained what was in it, partially because with all the big, fluffy words Greed had made it read like an installation manual...in German. He could only pick out some of it.
Sloth was staring open-mouthed at Digger. "...what happens if you break it?" She asked, her tone hushed as she waited to see how badly the poor mortal had been duped. She felt almost excited by the information, although disappointed too.
"I dunno. He'll chain me up in his basement and make me a roommate." Digger was more on mark than he realized. He signed over to Greed that he was nothing more than Greed's property.
"Do you not even KNOW?? Oh my GOD!" Sloth fell into loud laughter, the theatrical kind where you fall down and hold your stomach and beat your fists on the floor. "You idiot, you dumb stupid idiotic fool! What have you DONE! You don't even KNOW!"
"I do. I said I read over it. He fills it with a shitton of big words." Digger wasn't stupid, but he wasn't Greed either who could play words just like he played people. It made marginal sense to Digger. "It's just like giving a kid a cellphone. They go crazy with it. I figured it was his way of getting over things, not an actual contract." But Greed was more serious on things most people were not and it was what made him the Sin that he was. He was overindulgent and excessive. That included all areas.
"No way. You're in it now. He's never gonna let go of you. And now he's ruining my fun and I'm pissed off. I don't blame you, you couldn't have stood up to him if you'd wanted to." Sloth got up again, her eyes flashing with malevolence. Greed was going to regret cutting her off. She walked up to Digger and draped her arms around his neck, her tone turning more conciliatory. "Do you want me to tell you why you're fucked, Digger? I wanna tell you so bad. Ask me why. Go on."
"He's my friend. My best friend." Digger remembered that Greed pulled on the tears (which could have been for show to add to the whole fiasco), but Digger could tell when a bro was hurt. Greed was hurt and he had totally done that to him. It cut like a knife, strings pulling at him in a really weird way. "It's what he wanted, I owe him that don't I?" He'd pulled a big no-no and now....
Digger didn't realize just how much he did owe his best friend.
"Is he really?" Sloth rolled her eyes, not really giving a crap about Greed's feelings. "Come on baby, aren't you curious? Don't you want to know what I know and you don't? Ask me what I know," she wheedled. It would be far more dramatic if he followed the script.
Now he was baby? Digger eyed her with strange curiosity. "He's not secretly a dinosaur with scales is he?" Digger laughed but something told him he wasn't going to be ready for whatever she was going to throw at him. He didn't really need to know...
"No, I don't want to know. I'm not gonna get in the middle of this again."
Sloth pulled away, actually looking cross for the first time. She'd tried, she really had. "Well tough shit, I'm gonna tell you anyway. You're close enough. Chance is secretly not human. There." She folded her arms. "His name is Greed. By forcing you to sign that stupid contract, he's keeping you all to himself because he's a selfish asshole and he won't share anything with anyone." She waited for Digger to stare at her in amazement, to get angry at Greed for deceiving him, anything to drive a wedge and maybe get Digger back for herself.
Her just being there was breaking some kind of bro code he had with Greed. Whatever ties Sloth had on him they weren't as strong as Greed's. When she explained herself Digger just laughed, his brows lifting up in amusement. "That's your story...?" Of course the most logical thing was she was fabricating a big story. Who'd believe something like that?
"It's not a story, it's the truth. He's the living embodiment of a biblical Sin." Sloth was getting into a rhythm now. "Furthermore I'm not human either. I am Sloth. And you've met my sister Lust." She was saying it like it was something of huge import, her face serious, frowning. "You signed a contract with the metaphorical son of Satan. That's why you're fucked."
"What have you been smoking?" Seriously. Had she gotten a bad batch and was thinking this fantasy was some kind of reality? It was a little too cooked up for him to say he believed her. "Why wouldn't he have told me after two years if that's the case?" He'd humor her a little bit.
"Well a: obviously because you'd think he was making shit up, and b: because it's not exactly a line you lead with, is it?" Sloth rolled her eyes at Digger's denseness. "He likes collecting mortals for himself. He already has Zoe. Ask her, if you don't believe me." She folded her arms at that point, smirking assuredly.
Digger scratched his head. He hadn't seen this girl for weeks on end and suddenly he was being told she wasn't human? And that his best friend was some kind of satanic child of Hell? What was he supposed to think? "Zoe too?" No way. No way was she in on this. Better yet there's no way she believed it. If this was some way for Sorrel to get his attention now that he'd shed a few pounds, it was in such poor taste.
"Yes, yes they're having some freaky sex thing, she knows all about it." Sloth moved in close again, walking her fingers up his chest, her tone turning low and pouty. "I liked our freaky sex thing and now Greed's on some power trip and trying to ruin it. I thought we were friends. We're friends, aren't we?" She looked up at him, stroking his cheek, trying to look doe-eyed and cute.
"Yeah...I mean...we are...but he's my friend first. He's like a brother to me." That alone should be a stab to Sloth. Because Greed was making his own family. Digger had no idea he'd really stepped into a snake pit that was now shooting poison in his face.
Sloth glowered at Digger and pushed him backwards. She was stronger than she looked. "He's been my brother a literal Hell of a lot longer. I've seen him chew up mortals like you for breakfast. You're a lousy fuck anyway. Fat slob." Her words were brimming with power. She turned it up, lashing out in anger. It was like she had a black shadow behind her, echoing weirdly, although everything looked the same. "I liked you, I really did, and now you're just trying the hurt me!" She didn't usually go this hard, and she had to be careful not to overdo it. She didn't want him debilitated, just a touch miserable. Enough to send a message to Greed.
"Hey! I'm not lousy..." he felt a wave hit the pit of his stomach. It made his head spin and the floor wave back at him. "What the hell?" he didn't think this was going to go so badly. "I liked you. I'm not trying to hurt you but...." He couldn't even finish that sentence, he was going to throw up.
"BUT, but Greed was there first, but Greed is better looking, Greed has funner toys, Greed's your best friend, Greed Greed Greed! I'm sick of it!" She'd been spending too much time with Envy. This ugliness made her hateful, spiteful. "When he has you on your knees, I want you to remember me. I'm doing you a favour. Get away from him while you still can. Get away from all of us." Her power was spreading like oil within her too, that old self-hate. The worse Digger felt, the better and worse Sloth felt, and she dry-retched, turning wounded, accusing eyes on him.
It still felt like she was deranged, spouting some nonsense story. She sounded so sure, and the angrier she got the more he just felt like he needed to hide under the covers for weeks. He felt so tired, drained. Was...was she doing this to him? It was her that brought him to his knees and he felt like crawling on the floor. The light in his eyes just kind of faded a little bit.
"Do you believe me now?" Sloth bent over Digger and looked into his face. "This is just a taste of the sin of sloth. Tell Greed I said hi. I hope you never get on his bad side." She put her foot up and kicked him over, took the beer he'd given her, and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Now THAT was dramatic! If only she'd been in black heels or something, that would have topped it off. She stopped once she was on the street and bent over, resting her hands on her knees to get her breath back. She was out of practice. One of these days they'd have to throw an apocalypse party and go round fucking up mortals, get back in the swing of it, go fully Old Testament on the world. That'd show them all.
In the mean time, she was going to find her way to see Envy. She'd been neglecting him of late with this distraction. Straightening up again, she swigged from the bottle and strolled away, whistling cheerfully.