mother knows best;

             ❝ damn awful. ❞ like that pun, shut up she's been pinned away in eternal banishment for -- well, forever. she's entitled to a few horrible puns and jokes.             ❝ no, seriously -- i'm locked away                 for a little while, and then i get                 free and find out my children                 are no longer the main fear of                 humans -- i fear damnation has                 cost me my crown as a feared                 being. ❞ the sigh that follows is both annoyed and almost depressed; if she's to be completely honest - it's an ego blow.            ❝ i trust your damnation was better? ❞

             ❝ I suppose you are correct; and                  I suppose your friends would be                  dead without you -- ❞ a pause follows her words, moving her hand to pull a lock of her hair into her fingers, her fingers twirling it; the question brings a small smile to her lips - if there's one thing she loves, it's revealing to people who she is. after all, it's not often that people come across any of the firsts; much less God's first humans.             ❝ Eve. and no, you're not hearing me                 wrong, and no, I'm not pulling your                 leg -- Eve, of the Bible - tempted                 by the serpent; kicked out of Eden.                 Etc, etc, I'm kind of a legend. But                 if I need to prove it, I'm not afraid to. ❞

            ❝ oooh, a sin that has attitude?.                 what will they think of next? ❞             it's refreshing to encounter a being             who's not afraid to sass her, most             eschew the use of impudence in             her presence unless they have a             death wish.

            ❝ original mother, darling.                 I created your species, and                 everything else that humans                 consider to be monsters. I'm Eve. ❞ she's used to that reaction, some of her creations don't quite feel the connection that others do, that tick in the back of their head that tells them of who exactly she is.                ❝ if you don't believe me, I can prove it. ❞

Fine time for exhaustion to hit, I was almost caught up to everything here then I was going to do other  things on my other blogs. But no. Nope, I just had to suddenly faceplant the keyboard from tiredness. I need sleep, goodnight all.

             ❝ I have a very valid question to satiate                  the curiosities of an ancient being ---                  if you're so ready to keep your friends                  away from the dark arts and whatnot;                  why do you practice it? ❞ she's curious, as to whether he holds a major death wish, or he merely has not a care in the world. her head tips to the right and she nestles her chin into her palm, fingers drumming on the fat of her cheek. viridescent eyes focused solely on the magician.

            ❝ you see this look on my face?                 this is my judging face, and it's                 directed at you. ❞ don't mind her, she's a bit on the cranky side. though she's not a smidge near how cruel she can be when given the chance.

            ❝ I feel like now is an entirely appropriate                 time to tell you, your name is escaping                 me - at the moment. ❞ she's one of the oldest creatures in existence, cut her some slack; she has far too many names bouncing around in her head when it comes down to it.

            ❝ you reek of magic and cigarettes. ❞ great greeting, eve, you're supposed to be playing nice, even if you don't want to. you need his help, not his disapproval.            ❝ John Constantine - I require your                immediate assistance with a tiny                little, unimportant issue. ❞ eve does not consort with demons, she'd much rather let him do the banishing however - her's tend to backfire. she's good at creating her literal hellspawn, not running off demons.

           ❝ and dare I even inquire who might                have popped the top and let you                out into the world? ❞ sins, horrible little creatures. and she has to assume that if gluttony is walking around like a free range turkey - the others may very well be, too.

              ❝ so this is what it takes to get a                   visit from one of my children --?                   you'd think I'd get more thanks                   than that. ❞ chest heaving to push out a sigh, the beings lips remain upturned in a soft and gentle smile; head tipping to the left and chin resting upon her palm.

            don't grin like a creep, eve -- it'll set             off the alarm, you've kept it normal              this far. reaching out, long nailed             fingers grasp the card; green eyes             examining it with a poorly hidden             smirk.                           ❝ thank you. and trust me, I know how                               pesky demons can be --------- I'm Eve,                               by the way. ❞          she highly doubted she'd be recognized,          the artists depictions of her were never          correct - and without the right senses it          wasn't as if the woman could tell who          was standing before her.

               ❝ did you not get the memo, feathers?                    i'm not exactly a fan of your kind. ❞ then again, angel's weren't a big fan of her either. though her features do remain calm and neutral; until such a time when he acts out of line, she is not going to be the one to cause a situation she would rather avoid.

             ❝ oh, how I do wish he'd quit these                  petty little hide-and-seek games. ❞        heaving a somewhat annoyed sigh, Eve        cannot help but to laugh at the words.        John Constantine may not wish to be        found, but the Mother is not one to give        up - her ways may end up getting a bit        unorthodox and cruel - but oh well.               ❝ oddly enough, I do find myself                   requiring his assistance. You                   see - I have a demon problem. ❞

             ❝ your little exorcist friend is                  hard to track down, isn't he? ❞          she knows who the woman is, she'd be a          bad mother if she didn't. sly smirk pulling          upon rose colored lips; head tipping left.              ❝ or as he's keen to calling himself;                  a dabbler in th' dark arts. ❞          yeah, she's mocking the accent, pretty          well too.

             she can always sense an angel,              doesn't matter where, or when,              it's never hard to sense the pure              and bright soul that makes up              the existence of the celestial.              it's blinding and she doesn't              like it in the slightest, thank              God that her presence makes        ❝ well, well, well -- a little birdy            came to visit little ol' me, to            what do I owe the pleasure? ❞

                      ❝ Now the man called his wife's                           name Eve,  because she was                            the mother of all the living. ❞