Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-04-24 14:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, saint george |
Who: Greed and George
When: Few days after Greed flew in from Kansas like LAST WEEK AGO [Backdated]
What: Greed brings George a present and contemplates puppy stealing.
Where: George's place
Warnings: Greed being Greed
Status: Incomplete
Greed had flown in from Kansas a few days before, his sin happily bouncing around in his body again as if it had found a pair of new shoes. There was a part of him that hated that he went so far for just a weekend with Zoe. It was the attraction of the other side that kept him going back. He had a taste of heaven. He'd had sex as a human boy, that in itself had opened a world he wasn't allowed to have. As a Sin he couldn't.
He'd chatted with George earlier online, and just to show his acceptance of his relationship with Wrath, Greed had brought him a present. Mostly just to see the look on his face and harrass him about Lust. Greed was jealous about another George pawing his sister, though he had more time with Zoe. It was one thing for another, but it never stopped him from wanting both.
Greed smacked the door with the bull whip. "Open up!!!" He said loudly.
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George had been making himself a bowl of cereal when the sound of a whip smacking his door jolted him out of his early morning mellow. Greed’s voice did nothing to soothe him.
“No! And stop hitting my door!” George yelled back
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Greed smacked it again. "Better get out here quick! Your neighbors will see me streak!" He hollered on the other side. George was too damn slow.
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George considered letting it happen and watching Greed get hauled off by the police, but he knew ultimately that it would somehow be framed as being all his fault.
“He is not a friend,” George told the dogs sternly. “Don’t wag your tails at him.”
They did, of course, and immediately rushed over to greet Greed when George opened the door, sniffing his shoes with interest.
“Why the hell do you have a whip?” George asked, crossing his arms.
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It was pink and black. Perfect colors for a washed up Saint. Greed grinned eerily wide. "I told you I'd help you out with Wrath. Pretty sure a bullwhip came to mind." He shoved it in George's hands immediately going wide eyed at the dogs. "Heeeeeeeeeey!" He greeted squatting down to see. George wouldn't miss one would he? He was already contemplating an escape route.
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“I’m pretty sure Wrath and I told you that your bullwhip idea wasn’t appreciated.” George set the whip down on the table by the door and made a mental note to hide it before his brother came home and was very confused. “She wants your warehouse full of windows. And I love those dogs like my children, you aren’t taking them. We’ve got a cat. Try to take him.”
A fight between Kellan and Greed would be fascinating and George was reasonably sure Kellan would win.
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"She'll get her warehouse. I just flew back into town Monday. I'll take care of it when I leave your dump." Greed scrunched his nose in disgust. "Not a fan of cats," he rubbed the puppy's ears. "I like dogs," he repeated in a silly voice. The puppy whimpered with his tongue out, tail bobbing side to side as fast as it could go.
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George knelt down and picked up Downpatrick. “This is my brother’s dog. You are not taking him.”
Bunny was currently doing her silly Corgi dance around Greed, and George sighed. “Come in before the dogs run down the hallway, then.”
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"Awwww," Greed pouted tripping over the little corgi at his feet. "Aren't you cute?" He spoke again in a silly voice picking her up where she licked his face in return with a happy yip.
He walked in taking in stock of what all George had laying about his apartment. He scratched the dog's ear and chin, still keeping her in his arms.
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“She’s got a microchip in her, I will track your ass down if you take her,” George said seriously, setting Downpatrick on the couch with a scratch behind the ears. “What are you doing here, Greed? How did you even get my address?”
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"It's not hard to Google people." He happily played with the puppy, talking to her with every scratch as if she were a little baby. He grumped at George's interference. It gave him a ridiculous idea for Zoe...
"What?" He looked over at the table with the bullwhip. "I brought that back from Kansas just for you." Mostly it wad only for Greed's amusement.
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“Gee, thanks, I’ll hang it with pride in the sex toy closet,” George said. Well, at least Bunny seemed to be enjoying herself, wiggling constantly at the attention. “Why were you in Kansas? Did you and Zoe have another sex vacation?”
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"You have one of those?" Greed asked curiously. He didn't set the puppy down, it was cuddly and greedy for his attention. He wanted a pup now.
"Hey you almost fucked up my first vacation you asshole." He and Zoe had fought for a week in Lithuania. This trip was the first time he and Zoe had gone somewhere without dragging each other down in an argument. "So what if I did?" He shot George a glare. "You can fuck Wrath whenever you want." Greed didn't get that luxury with Zoe. "She is my girlfriend." Zoe understood him in a way no one tried to. Not even his perfect mirror, Lust.
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George raised an eyebrow. “Whoa, settle down. I know she’s your girlfriend. It’s been made very difficult to forget that. And I said I was sorry for upsetting her.”
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“You didn’t just upset her. We fought for days,” Greed would have held up a fist to shake at George but he was still enamored with the puppy that he was already wondering would fit it in his messenger bag. He had to truck it over to Hephaestus’ later to get his paid in full replica of Zoe’s locket.
He stuck his bottom lip out, his chin up as if to signify that despite anything George had said Zoe wasn’t going to be dragged away. Greed wouldn’t let her. More importantly, she wouldn’t let it happen. The girl was in it for the long haul however long that meant in his long life and her short one.
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George resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m sorry that I ruined your last sex vacation by telling your girlfriend my opinions, Greed. But you are still not taking my Corgi.”
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“You told her I’d kill her,” no matter how true the statement was it didn’t mean he felt any better about it. It had taken days to get through that rejection she had thrown him through in Lithuania. It was a tiger going through hoops of fucking fire. He’d jumped every time. A leaky, emotional half-man half-sin thing, but he had jumped. Greed held onto the puppy, stroking it’s ears and whispering his semi-hijacked plan. That fucking Corgi would follow him out the door if he cuddled it enough.
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“I told her you’d get her killed,” George said, arms crossed. “Statistically speaking, it’s going to be you. The same thing is true about me and Wrath, you know. But I’ll come back and Zoe won’t. That was all I was trying to say.”
Greed seemed to actually think he was going to take Bunny. George was not looking forward to explaining to Wrath why he’d punched her brother.
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"Why would I do that? She's my most prized possession. I take care of the things I want to keep." He took a seat on George's couch. "Got anything to drink?" Diversions were excellent, only Greed wasn't done scoping out the place.
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“Charming,” George said, rolling his eyes. “It doesn’t need to be you that kills her. Satan or Lucifer deciding they need to smack you on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper would make her just as dead. And I didn’t actually invite you in to hang out, you know.”
Nonetheless, George grudgingly went to the fridge, making sure to keep Greed in his line of sight the whole time. “We have water, beer, soda, and orange juice.”
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The puppy was still in Greed’s lap, soaking up the attention like a sponge. “What do you suggest I do, hide her away forever?” It wasn’t a bad idea, but he’d gotten used to actually going out with her. He got bored cooped up indoors for too long. It was draining. He might have a mound of stuff all over the continental United States, but there was only so much an energizer bunny of a Sin could do indoors.
“Beeeeer,” he sounded out. “Water? Are you serious?” that was as flat and boring as it went, and readily available. Booring.
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“My advice to her was not to date you, but since she reacted to that by telling me to go fuck myself, I don’t think that’s an option,” George said. He brought Greed a beer and cracked one open himself. He stared at Bunny and shook his head. “Traitor dog.
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The dog had nestled in Greed's lap as if he already owned her. "Well I would have told you to fuck yourself too. She wants me without me wiggling my fingers. She's got enough greed in her all on her own just for me. You giving a pep talk isn't gonna change it," he grumpily took the beer and downed a good fourth of it without even a chance to breathe first.
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George sighed and sat across from him in the armchair. Downpatrick scampered over to him, jealous of the attention Bunny was getting. George couldn’t help but smile at that. Dogs were wonderfully uncomplicated, at least.
“So,” he said, tapping his fingers along the neck of the bottle, “do you love her?”
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"I feel like we've been here before," Greed said thoughtfully. "You've asked me this question once before. Are you that hard up for conversation or do you think you'll het a different answer?" Greed hadn't been sure just what he'd been feeling the last time he'd run into George. Everything was new. But getting to be with Zoe the way he should have six to seven months ago, dropping him in and out of deadzones was starting to open doors Greed really shouldn't have been opening.
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George shrugged. “Seems worth asking, to know if your answer’s changed. I don’t guess things would have gotten any easier for you two."
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Greed took a swig of his beer. "You and your angel friends going to swoop down and try to intervene? Because I will hurt you," he pointed the neck of the bottle towards George. He was silent for a bit with a smug grin on his face. "She's all mine." It wasn't the answer George had been looking for, but it was the answer George would get. There was an innocence in Greed's eyes. That of a little boy with his first puppy. He was head over heels for Zoe.