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Day with the Devil

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There was an obnoxiously loud yawn beneath a blob of sheets, the unknown lump of fabric at the center of a soft, silken bed. Granted, this bed wasn't in the best condition it could've been in. For example, all of the pillows had been haphazardly pushed off of the mattress, the comforter in bunches, and, of course, the blob. The mass moved with a groan, an amber eye peeking out from underneath the white covering. "Uggggh…" came the owner of the eye's voice, the gold blinking before pulling the sheets down once more to shield him from the morning sun. What time was it…?

Light was scattered by glass and an innocent child's grace, beams of the sunshine tentatively intruding their way into the room. The illumination seeped out from between the child's finger's atmosphere like sand; seemingly solid, but malleable. And so the morning would be molded, by the hand of this picturesque naivety. This then explains why the head retreated back to hide behind the comforter again. Damned chastity. It was too bright.

Finally, the figure underneath the covers had had enough and flung the entirety of the sheets off to the side, where it crumpled. This exposed that, in fact, there had been two people beneath the blob. Dark halos framed their fair faces and shoulders; the first form's figure was punctuated with bleary, tired goldenrod eyes and a larger, generally messier mass of ebony hair. The second would have had her own brilliant, azure pair, but her chest still rhythmically rose and fell.

The male, 'Grief' or 'Damien' as people called him, blinked at the shorter girl curled at his side. She was clinging to his bare arm in her sleep, nuzzled and curled around the limb comfortably. Well. He was glad that she found use for him.

Grief's limbs felt like they were weighed down with sin and dark thoughts. Hm. Feels just about right, he remarked to himself, one heavy arm coming to wrap around the girl next to him and cuddle closer. That same limb's hand moved to push aside a few inky strands away from her eyes, a relaxed smile tugging at the ends of his lips. "Tracita," he dared to say in a hushed, private voice. The aforementioned girl just mumbled something, shifting cutely in her sleep. Damien nuzzled Tracita's porcelain cheek, lips trailing from her temples to press a light kiss against her face. Oh… the day could wait. The male was sore, but certainly she must've been hurt more. She'd have to use her cane a little more heavily during the approaching day, if you knew what he meant. The long-haired man pulled the blanket over their heads once more, the light rightfully blocked out. He chuckled, curling his own arm and weaving to snuggle the tired form.

Chastity could go fuck itself, for all Grief cared. And besides, Chastity did need the lay.
This one is a birthday present for one of my friends, :iconvyvianlee: Her character's Tracita, the cute little adorable one, while Grief is mine, the damned lecher xDD Anyway, it's short and sweet. Hope you enjoy~
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