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"Hope ya don't mind me crashin' in, Flowers~"
The croon immediately causes a burning flush to sting at Vine Staff's cheeks, causing her to whip her head around; hair swaying with the sudden movement. She hadn't locked her window this one night… This one damn night.
"Of course I do?! Now go!" She yelps with a faint, nervous squeal; fists balled as she notices the fallen plants that had scattered from the out of nowhere arrival.
The demand from Vine Staff was half-hearted, her face dusted with a faint rosiness from the sudden "visit" from Scythe. The window still open from where she had climbed in, dirt scattered across the floor from a couple knocked over pots. The two had crossed paths on multiple occurrences, though, it usually wasn't that much appreciated by Vine Staff… Yet, she still finds herself at that creep's side again and again. Her wariness in the backseat as curiosity took the wheel.
"Damn, ya wound me… I came all this way…" Scythe feigns offense, her sickly sweet charms luring Vine Staff in like an insect towards one of the many carnivorous plants she used to care for. A playful hiss escapes her, causing her to almost swoon and fall backwards onto Vine's bed. She was rather tempted, just to piss the demon off a tad more; the wafting floral scent calling her name. But, she had to go slow or risk nicking her fingertips on the thorns of her rose.
Why did she keep coming back… Why did she keep allowing her to come back? No one comes to visit a cursed place let alone a person. Not without a reason and somebody like her was bound to have a plethora of horrific reasons.
Scythe was never actually malicious to the floral inphernal. Teasing, slightly sleazy, yes. But, she had never went out of her way to intimidate her… Vine Staff couldn't help but ponder why that was the case, why her of all demons. It made no sense, especially considering her supposed "blessing". Her hand reaches for her wooden one, anxiously squeezing her wrist as she quietly exclaimed once more.
"Get out." She demands once more, teeth gritted as she gripped her staff. Vine Staff had half a mind to smack that twisted grin off the demon's face.
"Eh, maybe, maybe not… Maybe I just wanted to see my favorite flower in all of the Inpherno!" She speaks with a sleazy tease, the accent as thick as ever; shooting Vine Staff a wink that hit right in the chest. Damn it, she does not have time for this!
With a huff, Vine Staff attempted to ignore her; lifting up one of her flower pots she had left by the window. The window that Scythe had rudely climbed into her room through. She gently strokes its leaves, taking extra care to make sure the poor thing hadn't gotten hurt during the situation. Once she realizes that the little guy had survived the impromptu breaking and entering, she turns to face Scythe again. Her expression not once changing alongside her stance.
Of course, she wasn't going anywhere… Why would she?
Scoffing with a roll of her eyes, Vine Staff opted out to ignoring the inphernal, attempting to focus on anything else other than her presence. She sweeps up the remaining dirt with her tail, precisely placing the potted fauna back on the window sill. The sereneness of it all almost made the fact Scythe was still there slip her mind, the reminder of her rushing back to her mind with a tug of her tail. "Pft, y'know, you'll get all that nice fur muddied up, doll." Coos the snake-like inphernal, that grin still painted on her face. That expression that pulled Vine Staff in like a magnet.
A naive butterfly. That's how she felt whenever she even remotely humored the cultist. Her impulse fluttered like the insect's wings, wanting, yearning… Desperate to cross the line one more time, just an inch closer she repeated mentally. Just once more… Until she either ends up trapped and consumed by her passion or finally able to sip from that nectar. Vine Staff yanks her tail away with another huff, the blush still burning her cheeks. "…Knock it off, or I'll yell for Sling and Shuri." Scythe laughs off the threat, knowing she wouldn't dare.
"Fine, fine," She obliges with a shrug. "I'll play nice, darlin'."
"For now, at least~"
Scythe continues leaning up against the wall, the heel of her boot propped up on it as her tail flicks. Her stance confident, unbothered. The opposite of Vine Staff whose posture had noticeably faltered when her gaze fixated on the cultist for longer than usual. No use in kicking her out now, is there…
Shrugging her shoulders in an attempt of faux nonchalance, Vine Staff sat on the edge of her bed; tail twitching with anxiety. Why was her chest feeling so tight and heavy? Was her room always this hot…? The pink inphernal had swore that she set the thermostat precisely a couple hours prior. Shuriken couldn't be bothered to and Slingshot had trouble keeping the temperature balanced for everyone and the plants…
Vine Staff was an overthinking mess at the moment, unable to gather her thoughts to think clearly. Her cheeks dusted with faint rosiness which Scythe quickly took pleasured notice of, her visible eye peering at her from across the room. "Hah, y'know, Flowers. You really aren't good with hidin' the fact ya happy to see me, hun."
"Shut up!?" The protest was weak. Deep down, Vine Staff knew she was right… She had been looking forward to crossing paths with Scythe of all demons again. Subconsciously planning her day around seeing her every now and again. She hated it, loathed it. Loathed how inside her heart, she was yearning, needing to see Scythe again.
Vine Staff isn't used to the company of others, let alone dealing with a crush. Plants weren't much conversationalists or love interests. She felt like a trapped animal almost; unsure how to navigate aspects of love. Scythe seemed to thrive in the fact, this fickle, innocent flower floating by in the breeze. She approaches, heels clicking against the wooden floor as her fingers grasped Vine Staff's chin. Her mechanical free hand brushing a couple loose white and pink curls out of her face. The sensation of cool metal suddenly exhilarating.
"Pretty lil thing, ain't cha?" She whispers with a hiss full of mischief, tilting Vine Staff's head up to face her. Their eyes meeting in the close proximity that only made the flower demon's heart pound against her rib cage. Every survival instinct was screaming at her to move away, to shove this sleazy inphernal away and call for her siblings. But, she just…did not.
All she musters up is her own hand reaching for the one on her chin, grasping it firmly but gently. The elegance of the movement even leaves Scythe a tad silent from the sudden touch. Vine Staff moves her hand and places it down in her lap, desperate for some form of control yet wanting to keep Scythe close by. That same hiss fills the air, though much softer, almost kind.
"Don't worry, darlin'. I'll go at your pace, alright?" The sleaziness slips out of her words, leaving a genuine warmth. Scythe wasn't like this with many people. Not since her past lover. Not since the Scorch that had taken everything yet given her and others in Lost Temple new meaning. But, for her? Scythe could soften just a tad… She lifts Vine Staff's hand to her lips, pressing a light kiss to her knuckles before playfully nipping at her fingers.
Scythe's fangs were sharp, but she was sure to hold back her strength. Just a love bite, really. Though, Vine Staff immediately yanked her hand back with a squeaky yelp; the fur on her tail bristling. "What the…?! What was that for?!"
The cultist laughs this off, a hand on her hip as she snarks in response. "What? I didn't say I'd be nice about it, now did I?"
"Such a jerk…"
"Whatever ya say, Flowers."
Unable to contain her impulses, something in Vine Staff snapped. She wanted to cross lines, learn more about what this feeling is. She yanks Scythe onto her bed, the idea of being able to wipe that smirk off her face growing more and more entertaining. She can easily pin her down, despite being a healer. Even if she could easily keep her bound with a sprout or two; Vine Staff purposefully chose to use her own strength to keep her pinned to the mattress.
While most snakes had their venom, every rose had it's thorns alongside their beauty.
"Hah… I didn't see that comin' from ya, doll…" Scythe in a breathy rasp, completely off guard now. Sure, Vine Staff could be vicious in phights. But, she did not see this coming at all!
"Really? Maybe you should have seen it coming since you broke into my room…" Vine Staff whispers with a teasing coo, feeling a tad more confident than usual. Irritation and pleasure melting and becoming one as her knees locked at Scythe's hips. Her fluffy tail brushing past Scythe's scaly one, the sound of it's rattle setting the scene. It was twitching from anticipation, excitement. Scythe wanted to know what she was going to do with her. And she wasn't willing to back off or run away.
Vine Staff reaches for the scarf around Scythe's neck, tugging on it with a yank. "I tell you to keep your distance, you come closer." She yanks tighter, the joyous rattling growing louder, egging her on. "I tell you to stay away, you keep coming back."
"Why do you, hm?" Her lips purse up in a smile, the pink lipstick tempting Scythe. She couldn't decide whether or not she wanted to taste them or have them all over her.
"Hah… Ya got me, Flowers… Can't help myself around a pretty thing like you…" Gasps the sleazy inphernal, her tail now intertwining with Vine Staff's. The fur felt divine against her scales, a warmth like none other. She looked up at the woman who had a stern expression upon her face, almost willing to beg to see it even closer.
"Though, I suppose you can't help yourself 'round me either, can't ya?"
The question causes Vine Staff's grip to falter, her face reddening more when she realized that she had her straddled. She backs off, panting a tad as she struggled to understand what was happening. She couldn't be in love, she couldn't want this. She shouldn't be wanting this. She's a serial killer, a cultist, a wanted criminal!
And she's…a cursed monster. Somebody who should be locked away with the key thrown away. Just like her…
"…Sorry," She says in a mousy murmur, her fingers fidgeting with her wooden ones. "…I went too far."
Scythe just stared at her dumbfounded, letting silence fill the room until she interrupted it with a loud laugh. Vine Staff just sits there, stiffened from anxiety.
"…What? What's so funny?"
"Nothin'! Just cute how ya overthink."
Their tails intertwine once more, Scythe's being gentle and slow. If she didn't want this, she wasn't going to force it. Vine Staff obliges, letting the scales nestle close to her. Her brow's furrowed, terrified for the future. She had already been thrown out once. She didn't need who she was causing her to be all alone all over again…
"Y'don't have to worry about anythin' but us, darlin. I'll handle it."
"…Handle it?"
"Trust me, I will."
"…Hah."
Vine Staff loses herself in Scythe's gaze, her posture, everything. The world was against the both of them in their own ways… But, she wanted to bask in her embrace and capture everything they had for one another.
The criminal can barely contain herself either. How much longer will it take for Vine Staff to be hers? How many more times will they beat around the bush about the obvious feelings between them? She was ravenous, more then ready to press on and continue wherever this passion would lead them
If this love was real, she'd burn away with her Flowers if it meant they could have one last moment together.
Unrestrained from doubt and fear, Vine Staff scoots closer. Her face close to Scythe's now as Scythe tugged her closer by the hand. Wanting had became yearning; yearning slowly growing into a deep need. She presses her lips against hers, Scythe letting Vine Staff take the lead so nothing was rushed for her.
Whatever this feeling was tonight, Vine Staff knew deep down it was wrong. She shouldn't be giving into this dark indulgence. The back of her mind screaming for her to cease. But, if this was so wrong… Why did it feel so damn right?
Pink lipstick dapples Scythe's skin, the light color shimmering as Vine Staff peppers more kisses along her face. She leans in again, lips locking with Scythe's as their tongues danced out of pure affection. They topple over onto the covers, Scythe's hand reaching for Vine Staff to grapple onto her. She struggles to get her bearings, hat falling off as their limbs entangled.
"Darlin', c'mon now… Can't just leave a gal weak in the knees like this…" Her protests were breathy, her defense faltering as desire takes control. Vine Staff doesn't say anything at first, burying her face in the crook of Scythe's neck. The scent of strong perfume seeming less aggravating and more like home.
Nestling closer, pressing her lips against Scythe a couple last times. She finally replies, her words a loving whisper. "How am I supposed to help myself…? It's you…"
She'd tip her hat to her if it wasn't lost in the blankets somewhere. So, Scythe simply grins; fangs on display. "Gah.. Can't say no to ya, Flowers."
"Can't help but oblige my rose…"