Dying ain’t so bad
                                    Not if you вσтн go together
                                  O n l y when one’s left behind
                                             Does it get sad

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(Source: terraxsave)

thebeautifullytragicone:

louismephistophelesfaust:

thebeautifullytragicone:

Lucas looked up when he heard his name. Something was wrong. He didn’t know what it was. He was just starting to realize something was wrong.

[Why Mommy so cold?] Even if she was sleeping, she was never this cold when it was so nice out.

He breathed some fire by Mommy’s hands.

Lou thought back as to how so many adults would tell children how a loved one passed away. He had been to many funerals and seen many deaths, so it was easy to remember. It was usually subtle and kind. Bring death down to a simple sleep or better place.

"She’s dead kiddo." Lou was never good on subtle though. 

[Dead?] Lucas whimpered. [I no want Mommy to be dead. Can’t you fix her?]

Oh, the ability of a child to believe that adults had the power to fix everything.

It was a question he wanted to answer with the desired reply. Yet he could not lie, as much as he wanted to. He opened his mouth to say no but a different word came out. “Maybe.” The word surprised him, and he continued, “I might be able to bring her back, it’s not quite fixing but…”

His gaze turned to the battered body. “Get her warm.” He told him with a sudden serious expression. Lou hurried down to straighten her out and examine just how bad her wounds were. Ever so often her gaze would turn, looking around him, searching for her soul. He’d nod when he’d find it still nearby and look back to Elphaba. 

louismephistophelesfaust sent:

"Want to watch the sunset with me?" ((Only one Lou would actually say. ^-^;))

askredjessica:

louismephistophelesfaust:

askredjessica:

askredjessica:

Oh but of course, Mr Faust…

Red Jessica batted her thick black eyelashes. Then, by the power of a sparrow-like attention span, the subject shifted. Lou what IS that there collar on ye neck?

A gloved finger played with the silent bell on the cat collar. “Exactly that. A collar.” he grinned widely.

Why are ye WEARIN’ that?

"Oh, ‘cause an old friend gave it to me." He grinned, but it was a little sad.

tags: #askredjessica

infamouspants:

louismephistophelesfaust:

"Of course!" Lou grinned more, "I enjoy people who are bold. Makes it more interesting."

"My sentiments exactly," Fiyero returned the grin.

Lou could tell he was going to like this man. “I don’t think I learned your name yet.”

tags: #infamouspants

ghostlyanon:

louismephistophelesfaust:

ghostlyanon:

ghostlyanon:

*After so much time of not seeing her friend, Ghosty decides to greet the demon with a shy kiss on his cheek, mumbling a tiny “Hi” to him.*

"But…" There was something Ghosty couldn’t quite put together. "But if she’s the mo-mother… You’ve never asked her?" Ghosty wasn’t an expert about it, but she used to think people had babies with a person they knew well. Mister Faust’s doubt confused her about it.

"Nope." He shrugged, still grinning. "It happened rather suddenly. I suppose that’s how magic works." 

All of this was terribly confusing for Ghosty, but by the way he described, it sounded to her that the baby had popped in magically. Maybe that was what he meant?

"B-but he’s still like other babies, isn’t he?" She smiled gently. "Have you played with him?" Babies can play… Right?

"Maybe? I haven’t had the chance to be with him long. I’ve had business to close." Lou shrugged again, he was shrugging a lot he realized with a chuckle. "That’s a good question, I’ve not usually played with babies."

tags: #ghostlyanon
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the-darkest-shadow:

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(Source: thecrimsonkitsune)

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(Source: believedxin)

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dancelaesmeralda:

louismephistophelesfaust:

Lou shrugged with his usual wide grin. “I don’t usually call myself ‘public’.” He chuckled as he looked back. Lou had been aimlessly wandering about when he started going into tents. Not all of which were occupied. “I don’t think I’ve been mon ami before either. Maybe I should introduce myself?” 

She turned, fake tiara dangling in her fingers as she raised an eyebrow at the man. “You are not a member of the troupe. Therefore, you are a member of the public.” 

Remaining seated she nodded slowly, emerald eye watching him wearily. “I suppose so” she agreed, nodding her head slightly. 

He wouldn’t argue with that logic, it was sound enough without any loopholes for him to use. His grin grew a little more as he removed his hat. “Friends call me Lou.” He said with an overly dramatic bow. “I take it you’re apart of this troupe?”

thebeautifullytragicone sent:

"Where were you?"

thebeautifullytragicone:

louismephistophelesfaust:

thebeautifullytragicone:

louismephistophelesfaust:

"Off doing business." He grinned.

Since the book was only turned around, and not held out, Elphaba didn’t make a move to grab it. She did read it from where she sat, and was pleased by what she saw.

Then she laughed a little when she realized something. “After the first time I met you, I would have been happy to never see you again. Now I’ve made you promise to spend time with me more often. How things change.”

He grinned widely. “Isn’t it nice?” One of the things he enjoyed about time was that it was sure to see things change. “First impressions. Ah, good times.” Lou chuckled. 

"I wanted to slap you. I probably should have slapped you. It might have knocked some sense into your head.”

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"You still can if you think it’d do any good." Lou turned his head slightly, allowing a possible hand to his cheek. Though from her good mood, he imagined she might not. 

sailorphantomofmiddleearth:

Somehow, in my journey of going to color Lou(Right one) I decided I needed to redraw it first(Left one)

Amazing what looking at real people in that pose can do to help.

Major difference.

((Gotta go shower. Here have a mediocre drawing of Lou looking at you))

((May or may not color. >_>))

thebeautifullytragicone:

louismephistophelesfaust:

thebeautifullytragicone:

Lucas struggled when he was picked up and then relaxed. They were just going to see Mommy.

It felt funny when they went from one place to the next one. He could smell Mommy now. She didn’t smell right, but it was her. [Mommy!]

He struggled until he was let go and then ran as fast as he could as soon as he could. [Mommy! I miss you! Why you no come back?]

The Growlithe curled up by the witch’s side, too excited to find her to realize.

Too happy to notice the strange twisting of her body.

The broken bits of broom scattered on the ground around her.

It wouldn’t be long now though.

The strange thing about the corpse was how well it was preserved for being in the open a week.

Lou followed the dog-like creature with his eyes. He was a bit surprised not to have heard any exclamations from the green beauty. Something along the lines of, “Lucas! Where have you been? I’ve been worried.” And maybe adding in, “What have you been doing with him Lou?” Were a few guesses to his limited imagination. 

When his eyes fell upon the lifeless body he froze. His grin fell to an old indifference he wore when his grin felt it had no place upon his features. How could he have not realized sooner he wondered. Then he noticed her soul was still hanging about. That was why he could find her, she refused to leave, allowing herself to start turning into a ghost. 

"Lucas." Lou called softly. 

Lucas looked up when he heard his name. Something was wrong. He didn’t know what it was. He was just starting to realize something was wrong.

[Why Mommy so cold?] Even if she was sleeping, she was never this cold when it was so nice out.

He breathed some fire by Mommy’s hands.

Lou thought back as to how so many adults would tell children how a loved one passed away. He had been to many funerals and seen many deaths, so it was easy to remember. It was usually subtle and kind. Bring death down to a simple sleep or better place.

"She’s dead kiddo." Lou was never good on subtle though.