SHE’S STANDING IN A CIRCLE OF PROTECTION ; blood running from her arm and hand, brow set in determination. it’d taken hours to find him, invoke him, and blur the lines until he could break through. looming tall and sharp, he is every inch the nightmare she remembers — from his blood colored eyes to his sharp, blood colored claws.
for a moment, she wonders if summoning lucifer (if possible) would’ve been a better idea.
❛ keep it in mind, demon, that you are mine, i summoned you and i can send you back just as quickly. i hold the reins now, as opposed to a bunch of idiotic children. and i know you. ❜
tired doesn’t begin to describe how she feels, but there’s a hint of satisfaction here as well — she had no control over him last time. but now? now she does. a smile pulls at the corners of her lips, a combination of smug and — well, mostly just smug. it mirrors his own.
❛ i’m surprised you’re happy to see me, i thought you’d be furious since the last time i saw you, i sent you screaming back where you belong. ❜
there’s a bit of cloth she’d brought for the wounds inflicted for the summoning and she picks it up to wrap around her arm absentmindedly, then repeats the motion for her hand. it hurts like all hell, but it was a necessary sacrifice. her smile vanishes and is replaced with a carefully crafted mask of a neutral expression. this next bit is going to be tricky, but she’s got something going in her favor.
he wants her, and he cannot get her without her consent. and so her consent is what she is here to give — for a price.
❛ no running off into any woods, no eating of any kind, at least not at the moment.and this is not a game, alastor, i summoned you here for a purpose. ❜
❛ i want to make a deal with you. ❜
how she wounds him! of course, there is some lingering fury there, for that; and if she had attempted to summon him soon after that, well. he would be far less interested in why, and want nothing more than her head on a pike. but now, he’s impressed, if a tad begrudgingly. and certainly, he still fantasizes of killing her, but that isn’t anything new. why, those thoughts were still present even in the heat of the moment where her perceived innocence went to die.
“ and fear not, darling : i intend to behave as properly as i can, giving the current restraints. ” as much as he tends to keep his word ( if only for the moment ), that hardly means he does not find a way to do just that, and get what he really wants, in the process. to find or create convenient loopholes around the rules. but this . . . consider his interest is more than piqued enough to give her his full attention.
there’s the faintest flick of his ear when she speaks, unblinking gaze fixated upon the brunette as she says those magic words. there’s a visible shiver of anticipation, eyes taking on a far more visible, sinister glow for a moment; as if the words alone were enough to reignite a dwindling passion
“ ——— oh, my dear. ” even though he’s stuck in his summoning circle, confined by the rules of her spell, even though it burns when he pushes the boundary —— alastor is leaning in as close as possible, despite the way it singes and crackles against his palm. if anything, it just makes his expression wilder, uncaring for the marks that would be left ( and soon enough, healed ). there’s an overlap in his voice now, another whisper, among the layers of static and filter. “ . . . . i thought you would never ask! now, tell me what it is you need of me, as i assume you know what i want. you do remember, don't you, lilly? ”