× colombia de leon-clark

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Mean little thing. Her mean little thing. “Hello, dear.” The words were melodic in tone. Sweet in a decadent way, and her accent thick. She ran her fingertips over Kora’s bare shoulders. She had the guards take the chattel out, but asked for them not to tell her who her visitor was. She preferred to see the girl’s face for herself. Coco rounded her, coming to stop in front of her and she smiled. The cambion leaned in a little, taking in her scent with ease. “Did you miss me, baby girl?”

“What the fuck?”

Brandon searched the drawers and cabinets in the walk-in closet before heading out to the bedroom and doing the same with the drawers there. He muttered under his breath before heading out of the room and looking around. 

“Bebita?”he called as he made his way downstairs. “Coco, where are you?” He gave an annoyed sigh. “Fucking hell…”

When he finally found her, wherever she was, a look of relief washed over him. “Oh thank God. Bebita,” he said, “I need help.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Have you seen my red tie? And those cufflinks you gave me on my birthday? I’ve got a meeting later and I need to wear them.”

@priiismsx·

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So many things had changed and they’d changed quickly. The two of them eloped, with very few in attendance. The cambion with a hidden heart, and the angel who took pride in his fucking -- married. They were hell mixed together, and it was quite heavenly. As was their crusade of corruption -- their shared fun. And boy, did they share.

She was downstairs, doing some work on the laptop when she heard him calling. “In the kitchen, Papi!” She called back. 

A smile lifted to her face when he came into view. “Of course. Can’t find them?” There was a bit of tease in her tone. She made him wait for a good long moment before she playfully rolled her eyes. “Oh, alright.” The cambion vanished.

Colombia returned a moment later, standing in front of him with his tie, and his cufflinks that she’d dropped a mini fortune on. “Remind me again how you managed to get around without me?” She kissed her husband’s lips as she moved the tie around the back of his neck, beneath his collar and began to tie it. 

“Well, don’t you look just darling?” Coco smiled, leaning against the doorway of the dressing room. She’d come in early today, just to make sure that everything was stocked up for all of the dancers and staff. At times, they allowed staff to come to work early, just to unwind before they began their shifts, or to practice their routines, etc. The cambion stepped in, "I thought I heard someone down here. I thought it was Alicia rummaging through the snacks again." She was teasing, of course. She didn't care. Happy staff, happy shifts, happy customers. 

“Shops closing early.” Kora called from one of the back rooms of Enchanted as she heard the bell over the door chime. Walking back toward the front of the magic shop, the chattel stopped toward the front desk and idly lifted an old, decretive knife that had probably been used in a sacrifice or two many years ago before leaning back against the wooden counter. “The fireworks start in a couple hours.” Not to mention the full moon had her too on edge to man the place alone.

@waywardrosestarters

 “Is that so, my little wolf?” A smile rose to her lips, but she didn’t dare leave. “I suppose that is for the best. You and I have so much catching up to do.” Brandon and Colombia were only gone for perhaps a little over two weeks -- but this time, Coco had told Kora where she was going. “Is that your toy of choice, Kora?” A brow quirked up at the blade. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

“Fucking hell.”

Brandon walked up the stairs to the second level of Vice shaking his head. The music thumped as the dancers on stage entertained the crowd that came to commemorate the Lunar Festival. Everyone was lost in their own mix of alcohol, music, and lust, but Brandon was too busy wiping the blood of his white shirt and powder blue suit. He had helped in “escorting” a rowdy customer off the premises that got the lucky chance to clock him across the jaw and because of the rare blue moon, the angel’s lip began to bleed. Brandon had experienced his fair share of blue moons in his long life, and though there certainly were more life-threatening experiences in the past, this was just annoying.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he tried to wipe the blood that had seeped into the white shirt. He raised his hands in surrender and shook his head in frustration. “That’s not going away any time soon.”

 @thebrandonclark​.

  “Look at your shirt!” Coco was doing paperwork upstairs. It was one of the things that she loathed, but she was willing to help out while Brandon was active on the floor. The Lunar Festival was a hit -- it always was around here. A rowdy citizen here or there was bound to happen, though. It was that behavior that made her nervous this time around and it was justified by Brandon’s bleeding lip. Angels and demons were weak. with Coco being affected, but not to the same severity as she was not possessing a vessel.