Desiring to make the right impression.

[desire_demon]

Ahh, my little sweetling. I know I can handle whatever I encounter, but are you brave enough to find the right words for me? Start small, my darling - and remember, I am with you always.

Your only,

Desire

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[violet_wolf]

(Someone is staring at you, Desire. He might be attracted to your skin color.)

[desire_demon]

Sometimes our Desires can be easily met.

Except for the chain running between the nipple clamps that connect to a gold filigreed collar, and what appears to be a rather thin silk scarf abound her hips, Desire's form is entirely bare. She turns in place slowly so that the viewer might have a good long look, as refreshing as a chilled drink on a hot summer's day.


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[heartisabattleground]

[Okay, long look...Just what is Sora looking at? Nothing good probably. This person looks way too freaky not to be bad. Probably. Ursula was purple and look at how she was? Okay not the point. Whatever this thing is, it's unsettling.]

Just, what are you?

[desire_demon]

The appraising gaze of the vertical pupils, is not unkind, merely curious.

"I am myself of course, little plum. Where you come from, are things not themselves?" The low voice is musical. Her breathing causes light jingling of the charms attached to the 'necklace' on her chest.

[heartisabattleground]

[Okay, that's confusing. Sora's just gonna glare at you now.]

That's not what I meant! You're not a human and you're definitely not a heartless, unless like your Xehanort's heartless...

[desire_demon]

"No, I am not human and I am not heartless. At least, not if you mean to use that word to say that I am unkind, cruel, or merciless."

[heartisabattleground]

[Sora's not buying the pity act lady.]

Give it a rest. Just what are you.

[desire_demon]

The horns dip slightly acknowledging the instruction and request, "I am Desire given shape, a form that can change, based on the wishes of those I interact with. Unlike my sisters, however, I prefer to be myself."

[heartisabattleground]

Yourself? What do you mean yourself?

[desire_demon]

"I do not wish to look like someone else's lover, like a beloved pet, or - " the demon's voice lowers, " - not even a parent who has died without giving their child a blessing or forgiveness." Desire shakes her head, "At its most base level, it is trickery and a lie."

[heartisabattleground]

Sora could understand this as he listened. Wanting to be yourself and nobody else as something he could get. Turning into someone else would be scary. "Yeah...I can understand that."

[desire_demon]

The smooth cheeks tighten into a smile, "I thank you, plum. Now you can see when I say, 'I am myself' that it is what I wish only to be. True, I cannot change what others expect or wish to see, I can only control what my reaction is to their words or deeds."

[one_winged_demon]

Huh so this is what a real demon looks like? Can't say I'm as awed as I thought I'd be.

[desire_demon]

The violet lips release melodious laughter.

"Darling, Pride and Rage are certainly beings one may be impressed by. And poor sloth waits for his victims, resting, but he is no less engaging. I am here merely for entertainment, for pleasure, to meet Desires, large or small. We all have Desires, wishes, and needs that we would like to have fulfilled."

[one_winged_demon]

"And then you feed on the results," He added plainly. This was sounding familiar really and it was occurring more and more to him why his species got compared to real demons if they even existed in his world. Still he sensed some other difference.

"Though you should know that won't work very well on me and I'd really recommend you didn't try."

[desire_demon]

"If sustenance may be found in the joy of giving and meeting those in need, whether it be a need to have a cloak to provide warmth, to have a full belly, or to sleep safely...I suppose you may be correct. But do not other beings experience this same lifting of spirit - this buoyancy? Why will granting your wishes not give this same feeling?"

A chiming step taken forward. "What kind of being must you be then?"

[one_winged_demon]

"Because unlike my kind I think you take a little more than just sustenance from people when you feed into their desires."

He didn't take a step back but he's not exactly comfortable with this either. "I'm an Abian," Marctavious said simply.

"If you want to know more ask me specific questions and I might answer you. I'll tell you right now I'm not giving you all the answers."

[desire_demon]

Laughter again, "Of course not, my darling, there would be no fun to be had if you gave everything for free. You are an Abian. You eat humans somehow and you believe me to be greedy...or Hunger...which I am not, as he is my brother."

[one_winged_demon]

"Not exactly Greedy, I just think there is more to what you do to humans than feed into their desires," His tone wasn't accusatory just matter-of-fact.

[desire_demon]

"You are correct," the purple arms cross. Glossy talons wrap around her forearms, "If I were to possess someone - a willing subject - I might experience the world through their eyes, I could learn of it, I could examine the emotions the human feels. However, unlike my sisters, I prefer to experience it for myself."

[one_winged_demon]

"But let me guess, without mortals it's difficult if not impossible to experience things as they do. Correct?" This was starting to sound rather familiar.

[desire_demon]

"This is so, as I am not human - I choose this difference. My brothers and sisters do not even know that this choice exists, it is as if they were driven only to consume, to live their narrow existence as they always have." The violet gaze is steady, "I Desire to become more than a simple selfish creature. In doing so, I have broken with my sisters."

Oddly enough this is very similar to what Marctavious did himself xD

[one_winged_demon]

"Believe it or not you're not the only one who has made this choice." His posture becomes more comfortable and he smiles.

"It isn't exactly an easy road though," He gestured to his back where he had one scaled wing and then another that was clearly a stub.

"If we were in a more influential place I might lead you in the right direction."

Re: Desire as herself.

[desire_demon]

The horns tilt again in acknowledgement and she offers almost hesitantly, "As I must have gain someone's trust to be released, I admittedly already have a master...one who encourages and allows my exploration." Extending her hand, the demon turns her wrist showing a gem embedded there, one the color of blood. "There are certain precautions... However, it does not preclude seeking other counsel or advice."

[one_winged_demon]

"Being a servant doesn't sound all that good either. At least in my opinion."

He looked at the gem curiously though he didn't know what to make of it. "What is this exactly?" Not being an actual demon himself he knew nothing of magic like that.

[desire_demon]

"Restraint...fetters against feeding inappropriately. You might call it a safety net should I be overly tempted." Desire shrugs, a nearly unnatural movement, one copied from observing human behavior, "I am not disappointed in my role. The exchange is fair."

[one_winged_demon]

"Though I suppose if you were free of your hunger it wouldn't really matter what you did, would it?" He sounded curious, after all he had wanted to get more of his own kind to seek out what would make them free from their hunger.

[proelior]

You know, finding a world for you isn't exactly brave. I'd say more stupid.

[desire_demon]

"Daring Hawke, I notice that your friends seem to be very much alive...especially the one holding Justice, so cruel, so cold. The quality of Mercy is not contained in that one, only the cold fury of a lyrium storm." Tapping a clawed finger against her cheek, "Little bird, if mages can become apostates or even possessed, have you ever considered that others too can transform? A human picks up a sword and through training becomes a Templar, casting spells, and assassin feasts on the fallen. Perhaps a demon can transform into a spirit or vise versa? or - " Her look softens, " - are we all the same, and to be judged only on our own actions and not the actions of our sisters and brothers?"

[proelior]

"People should be judged on what they do and the courses they take, but I think it works a little differently for demons." She crosses her arms, watching the demon warily. "I was raised outside the circle, but I'm hardly an idiot. I'm not so easily seduced into a cozy chat by the fire as we pick apart humanities faults - perhaps another time, maybe, when you're less demony."

[desire_demon]

Bubbling laughter causes the musical charms on the demon's jewelry to ring against each other.

"You prefer your demons to look human, even if they do inhumane acts. Truly judging a book by the cover, hrm?" The smile continues to hold warmth. "Would it make you feel better to know that I only prefer the willing? One who truly Desires my skills and abilities? That I would not force myself on the unwilling, because what is the point? I wish to experience the world through the eyes of those who wish to share it with me, not those who wish to withhold it."

[proelior]

"You know as well as I that Anders is human - you can't twist truth and words. He had the misfortune of an extra guest in his mind, that's all. You and he are nothing alike." She shakes her head, tilting her chin up in defiance as she watches. Marian isn't even sure why she's talking to the demon. "The problem with that is that you can offer someone the one thing they truly want, more than life itself -- almost anyone would be willing to trade their lives for their one true desire."

[desire_demon]

"Ah, my sweet little bird, your healer is human, but what if he were a dwarf or a pretty little elf..." the demon holds up her clawed hand forestalling the protests.”I agree that is not the real issue. Your healer, offered himself to another, to save him, so the spirit would not 'die', yes? It was a kindness...but as I have said Justice is not kind. Justice is brutal...it is a force that will crush the small and helpless or the strong without care. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, with no understanding of circumstances."

The demon sighs, "Yes, the things we Desire are not necessarily good for us, but often times they are the simplest. As I said to another, sometimes Desire is merely to have a shoulder to cry on or a voice to answer in the darkness when the nightmares strike. I cannot bring back the dead, no matter how much you wish it, little Hawke, and if you want to know what they would think of you, I can only offer what your own mind provides - something you could easily do yourself without my assistance."

"I am just the Maker's creation," she shrugs and the chimes shake in the languid movement, “same as you.”

[proelior]

"Then it's not Anders' fault, is it? As far as I've been told Justice began as a kinder spirit than he is now - and Anders housed him to give him a second chance. He cannot be blamed for the twisted ways of the spirited he offered himself to. He was trying to do something good and right." But even Marian can agree that willingly allowing a spirit into your body is never right - not to her. It's like Blood magic; wrong and dangerous.

Tensing at the mention of death - Bethany, Carver, Mother, all of them are a raw, hurting spot in her heart - Marian refocuses. "I would never ask it of you. I have more sense than people give mages credit for. You seep into the minds of innocents and offer them the things they're not even aware they want. You twist their wants and use it for your own gain. There is no way to make that sound anything other than it is, surely even you must agree with that."

Her arms fall to her side and she sighs. "Not all of the Maker's gifts are good."

[womanofyears]

Well, now. Aren't you sweet. How long have you been running loose around here, hmm?

[desire_demon]

The horns tilt and an eyebrow lifts as if viewing something very curious. "The Dragon Lord said that you were here, Flemeth. I am please to make your acquaintance." The slitted pupils close slightly.