Envy | Russell Livius (bringthemlow) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-31 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | envy, paparazzi |
Who: Envy (bringthemlow) & Paparazzi (gimme_deets)
What: Solace from madness.
When: Early Sunday evening.
Where: Paparazzi's co-opted apartment in Santa Monica.
Warnings: Who the hell knows.
'The Lord's day,' Envy had said, and so it was. He'd escaped his siblings as best he could, taken out his frustration and madness with two Horsemen in the place where countries joined. And if it wasn't a long enough reprieve? If it wasn't truly satisfying? Those were just things he'd have to live with.
But Paparazzi would help. His pet heathen would set his mind at ease. Diana was a walking, talking wealth of envy, and while she possessed ego enough to fuel his eldest brother, her touch -- her camera-toting disciples -- was so rife with his own influence that there were moments in her presence where Envy felt blissfully lost at sea.
She mentioned Santa Monica. Beyond that finding her was all instinct, and the Sin traveled from Texas back to California with no conscious thought. He let his feet do the walking, his hands do the talking. By the time he arrived at the apartment Diana occupied, it showed. Blood under his fingernails, slicking back his hair, he painted a gruesome portrait.
Yet the mortals ignored him altogether, as if he were the invisible man. Envy always had excelled at flying under the radar, so it was an effortless trek from car to apartment complex to Diana's front door. Hardly a soul spared him so much as a look. There were no second glances, not even when he pounded on the door once, twice, three times.
"Little pig, little pig, let me in."