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heathencall ([personal profile] heathencall) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains 2020-07-19 04:58 pm (UTC)

[Like Stephen, Mephisto is much slower to rise than everyone else. He'd allowed himself to sleep that evening, lulled by the warm weight beside him. Not that it did him much good come morning. He wakes, stares at the ceiling for some time, Ariel's voice still echoing in his head.

He's almost grimly amused, how much things had changed.

When he finally drags himself from his room and cleans himself up, he makes his way outside to the graveyard. He's gathered enough flowers by now to have a substantial offering for Red's headstone.

Just the thought is simply wild--

He shakes the song from his head and makes for the kitchen. He's limited in how much he knows how to make, and with biscuits having just been passed around, he settles on pasta. Gluten-free, of course. This is left on the stove, still warm for anyone that needs it.

If you stumble in soon enough, you might find a pair of eyes locked on you, though.]


Cookies. Do you know how to make them.

[With his morning "chores" done, Mephisto finally allows himself to explore. Or... tries to. He manages to peek his head into the movie room, and then the computer room and.....

Promptly backs right out.]



The fuck, the fuck,
There's something in the air
The fuck, there's strange shit everywhere

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