Who: Pride (_superbia_) and Lust (redhots) When: Friday evening, 6/25 (backdated) Where: Pride's home, LA What: Insults never go over very well, no matter the truth in them.
The visit with her daughter left Lust feeling a little unsettled, but there were still other matters to be seen to, other family to be seen. Without knocking, without announcing herself, Lust entered the lion's den. Heels clicked with determination against the floor, the Sin merely shifted her furry passenger to one arm as her brother's guard dog came forward to investigate the intruder. Fingertips grazed the sleek coat, but she didn't pause in seeking out her brother's signature in the house.
It had been many months since they last spoke, but there were somethings that weren't so easily forgotten, regardless of the circumstances, or the truth words might have held at the time.
Other people may cower or be leery of some Sins more than others, but to Lust, neither were to be feared. It was only a matter of pushing them this way or that, the occasional black eye, a petulant lip, whichever way it took to sidestep carefully around one another to have one's way. Pride was no different to her than Greed, or even Envy. It just took knowing which buttons to push, and that was something she did very well.