Joshua Jane [Berith] (the_midas_touch) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-04-21 14:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | belphegor, berith |
When I pretend, everything is what I want it to be.
Who: Belphegor (aperire) and Berith (the_midas_touch)
What: No need to proposition me. I know what you're going to ask.
Where: Belphegor's place.
When: Tuesday evening.
Warnings: None.
As with everything else, Berith didn't take the week's banishment to the fiery pits all that seriously. Perhaps it was just in his nature, or perhaps he couldn't take anything seriously anymore - arguably there could be a tendency to become apathetic when life was just replay of the visions and images in his head - but whatever the reason, he didn't join the crowd in mass hysteria or try some sort of spontaneous uprising or anything of the sort. He spent half the time trying to remember where he stowed away his foldable chair, spoke to a few familiar faces in the meantime, and spent the remaining half of his time there lounging in his chair.
It wasn't all that different, except that up here he might pretend to work every so often.
Quite ironic, really, if he cared to think about it on a deeper level.
"Hey honey, the man of your dreams is here~" he called out from outside Belphegor's humble abode - in every literal sense of that word.