---- HOTTER THAN HELL

[ @leyhellstrcm ] after the past few days it couldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone that juliette was being as slight as she was. head down, headphones in trying to focus on the things that she had at least a little bit of control over. she felt awful after what had happened, a part of her hating andy for the way he could just trample over her like she was nothing.things were supposed to get better coming to paragon weren’t they? she was supposed to grow into the leader she was meant to be. then why did she feel like such a teenage girl.

she’s so caught up in her own thoughts that she doesn’t notice the other until they’re stood before her table. had resting on the opposite chair with a raised brow. “oh hey,” she greets gently, moving to shift some of her notes out of the way. “sure, take a seat,”

       leylah never means to be mean and it’s a wonder how she still maintains an         almost spotless reputation. it’s that air of confidence, that she can get away        with  almost  anything  she wants,  like a spoiled little veruca salt in a candy        store, that she  carries  around  her.  it  lifts her in the little bounce that she’s         always sporting in her step, despite the  combat  boots against dusty wood        floors of the chocolate factory that paragon is. the room’s practically empty,        empty desks littered around  the  hall,  but  ley  heads straight for one that’s        piled on with stray papers. the sweetheart saunters over, never having been        one to sit alone, without company. 

             “thanks.”

       the rings  on  her  fingers  tap  quietly  against the surface of the seat as she         settles in, hazel  eyes curiously  curating the woman before her ---- - tracing        the  lines  that  curved  into  a gentle  slope of her cheekbones, taking in the         innocence scribbled across  her  features  that  only  made her more alluring. 

✧ — @leyhellstrcm ! // ❝ If it makes you feel better, I won’t kill you and bring you back to life. ❞

       the women at this place… evan was struggling to keep up. sure, they were pretty, but at times she was getting pretty mixed reviews. take this instance, for example. the inhuman did not quite honestly know what to reply with.

      ❝ i mean, that’s nice, ❞ evan mumbled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. did it really make her feel better? probably could have gone without knowing that this particular woman wouldn’t kill her. and apparently bring her back. ❝ did i do something to offend you… ? ❞

        “offend me? i was totally trying to push that compliment button.”

    playing nice was always fun when there seemed to be a lucrative end goal     in sight. heat rushes to her cheeks as her eyes dart down, offering evan an     embarrassed grin  at  her  clear  failure  to discern what was a compliment      and what wasn’t. maybe it’s because they’d usually call her  a psychopath,      but the beautifully pure young woman didn’t need  to  know.  leylah  slides     both her hands into the back pockets  of  her jeans, cradling the curves of     her own body as her shoulders pull  to  a  shrug.  quietly,  she  furthers the      only response she could muster, which was yet another lie. 

       “heya baby vee.”

   oh how can ley ever forget avery? there’s was no one close  to being  quite    as dear to her as avery was -- romantically that is. this woman, gave leylah    one of the most spectacular break-ups a girl  could  never  dream  of. sure,     leylah  played  judge,  jury,  and  executioner,  but  dear  satan,  there   was     nothing quite as beautiful as when she twisted the knife, only to  watch her    face contort in horror. life hasn’t been particularly peachy  for  her  dear ex,     leylah could practically smell it on her like cheap perfume, and all the more    does the demon crave the feel of avery on her skin once more. 

   she settles into the  seat  across  her ex girlfriend  as  she  musters  up  the     quietest, awkwardest,  smile  she  could  find within her. it hadn’t ever been     difficult for her to present a  gentle delicateness  to  her,  thanks  to her very    own soft baby brown eyes -- it only makes looking human easier. 

        “saw you from across the room.”

    she’s twenty seven but she has yet to learn how  to act like it. ley’s over      this whole event, it’s bullshit. what, just  cause  your lights went out and     your electronics go fuzzy you gotta lock everyone in? fuck that. it’s way     more  fun when  there’s  less  distractions  and  less  light--  makes  the      element of surprise more pronounced. so she blinks, and lets  her body     go with the flow. teleport. find  charani.  it  definitely  took  the demon a     few tries to get charani’s location right, considering that ley didn’t know     where the fuck they  could  be  in  the  slightest.  a  couple  of  shocked      faces as she pops in and out  unannounced  looking for her companion,     and just under twelve tries,  ley  considers  having found them in eleven     attempts pretty impressive. 

           “------ bitch come on let’s get this show on the road.”

    oops.  hope  she  didn’t give the other a heart attack popping out of no     where. 

— ✧ ODETTE ANNABLE ? NO, THAT’S JUST LEYLAH HELLSTROM ! THEY’RE THE TWENTY SEVEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER OF SATANA HELLSTROM. THEY ARE ALSO A TA OF OCCULANT STUDIES AT PARAGON. I HEAR THEY’RE CHARISMATIC & HARDWORKING BUT TEND TO BE CRUEL & HEDONISTIC. HER FILE SAYS THAT HER POWER IS DEMONIC PHYSIOLOGY { chels, gmt, 21 , she/her }