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Petyr Baelish (notenough) wrote in forgotten_gods,

All the way to the master suite in this large place, something Greed would have been feeling jealous if he wasn't distracted, he couldn't keep his eyes off of his sister. Through the crowds, he was careful to not be too far away from her, even daring to push into some people--demons and ranks be damned at the moment--just to maintain that closeness.

Not even aware of the champagne glass that he held, Greed continued to blindly follow Lust into the bedroom, closing the door behind him and locking it. Now having stopped, in a room void of the clusterfuck of evil of what-have-yous, the distance between the both of them was unbearable.

Eyes refused to stay still as Greed examined his sister, not overlooking one single piece of detail. The champagne in his hand simply slipped from his hand as he no longer had the interest of anything but what was in front of him. The breaking of glass upon the wooden floor was a welcome sound as a prelude to what was to happen next.

The distance problem was easily fixed as Greed took steps towards Lust before he was able to touch her chin with his fingers, lifting it slowly so that he could examine her face further. If she had asked him about it, Greed wouldn't have been able to deny the slight tremor running through his fingers once he had confirmed that it truly was flesh and warmth running beneath his fingertips.

And here he was, so ready to believe that this was just a cruel, cruel, illusion.

"The correct question is, what have I done to deserve this surprise present of nostalgia and a cruel practical joke rolled into one nice package, dear Sister."