II. Shatter
She cries, long and hard on Desire's carpet. The androgynous Endless looks slightly annoyed at this strange reaction to its realm, and reaches for a bottle of wine. Desire pours itself a glass, and takes a long sip, then casually throws the glass aside. A shatter much like the breaking of a heart rings out, and Mazikeen wails louder. "Come on, Mazzy! Is crying on my plush carpet what you truly desire?" The Endless asks, exasperated. It slides down and sashays over to the demoness, linking an arm around her waist. "You're a hopeless wreck, you know that? You were just in Del's realm, and now you're making huge puddles on my floor. Not the kind of wet I like to inspire." Mazikeen looks up, tears flowing down her eye. "Eye can never..have rhat eye ..deshire." Desire shakes its head. "You're such a head case. I don't know if you'll even accept my help. If I help you, you'll probably just refuse it." It sighs crossly, and forces it's lips upon Mazikeens, soft velvet wine meeting rising sorrow. Her crying continues. Desire lets her loose. "You're such a screw up." Mazikeen latches onto Desire's lithe form. "Yeah, Yeah. Whatever." Desire grins, lighting a cigarette.