Sometimes 'sorry' just doesn't cut it. (RP with amadgoddess)

Sleep is one of those nice and lazy things that Phoenix likes to do, but as a demon, he can get by with very little. This is particularly useful when a little diligence is called for.  He's been avoiding Addie since the ball, more than a little wary of his transgressions that evening. 

There's one thing he never neglects, and that's the tree.  He's far too fond of it now, he'll even venture close enough for it to brush his hair with the tips of its twigs. He'll never allow it to go hungry.  It's early morning and Phoenix peers at the sleeping children through the window of the gingerbread house in Addie's garden.  Good-good. Enough there for another few days, and with keys left in a few topside sweet shops, there'll be more.

Time to sneak off for a little R&R.  Firstly he has a little business with Grace, re: her  very pretty new collar, and is fidgeting with the small remote control in his trouser pocket.  Then of course topside holds all manner of pleasures and there are souls to be collected, it also keeps him well out of Addie's way.

He turns the corner of the house and starts to reach for the gates...

The Palace Gardens.

isnt_it_ironic 

Not a happy demon.