how am i doing as xayah / accepting .

!!! aH !!!

                    ❛    trusting you might be the biggest mistake i`ll ever make but fuck it . give me all you`ve got , Evelynn .    ❜

face to face with agony`s embrace , the bounty hunter will give in to whatever will help her let go of the memory she holds from that night . the nightmares are becoming constant , and she can`t handle the internal pain anymore . there`s no fear in her eyes as she is ready to accept whatever they have to offer , and she can only hope it works . trusting anyone from the Shadow Isle`s is a mistake , but for some reason Evelynn has proven otherwise to the hunter .

disregarding the Harrowing and the damage done , Sarah only ties herself with Agony`s Embrace to finally let go of what has been giving her nightmares . harmless or not , letting go will finally allow her to feel other emotions and forget that part of her life existed . freeing herself from the hell Gangplank has left her in since that night . it won`t be easy to let go , but forgetting for the moment would make life so much better for her and allow her to focus on the brighter things in her life . example ? the continuation to purge Bilgewater of all those that still believe in everything Gangplank has done for the city .

   She set the phone down, willed her hand not to shake. Keeping a police contact had its advantages, yes, and one with slightly looser lips than protocol should allow for? All the better, but in doing so she’d spared no details. Nor Riley’s feelings, either; though her charm couldn’t reach through telephone lines like it could air, it didn’t take a genius to add up the maybe-but accusations in Detective Sutters’ description. The second murder in as many weeks; while Sutters was quick to avoid the word serial for spree, perhaps out of a sense of misplaced optimism not yet drowned out by the Philadelphia PD, connections were easy to make. Brutal and insensate, sensual and artistic. 

   The detective's suggestions were borne of vision not yet fully realized. It was hardly Riley’s responsibility, and certainly not her place, to open Sutters’ eyes to the secret world around her. She knew Riley had a tail, a great voice, and more upper body strength than she should. When people don’t understand, they get afraid, and find a scapegoat. Harbinger of a larger issue, should she not deal with it now. Information gathering now, dealing with it later. 

   (Not that she was in much of a position to deal with anything. Sex demons weren’t the most potent sort, and she couldn’t even claim to be a full one. Baby steps.) 

   Right. Well. Couldn’t go to the location herself, nor did she want to. But thankfully, the purview of Heir Deceit offered with it certain mild advantages.

   Heading to her kitchen sink, Riley lined it up: strong wood from a recently fallen tree (Christmas’ end provided a wealth of it), a condiment bottle of butcher’s blood (that she tried and failed to not gag at as she produced it from her fridge), and a lighter. Mix to combine, end up with a mess of tacky ash and a reminder that her fire alarm batteries ought to be changed soon. Times like these, she tried not to think too hard about the how-and-why of this recipe. Didn’t matter how it worked. Just that it worked. After that, only one more ingredient: a shock of emotional energy, re-summoned from her belly in perverse mockery of a bird mother feeding weaning children, and it was done. 

   The ash clumped in her hands, wriggled unpleasantly like a living thing. It wasn’t -- just a cast-aside foul thought, given form and purpose. “Go to 32nd and South,” were the cambion’s brisk instructions, as she ran the faucet, removing everything that wasn’t an imp from the sink, “and pick up the trail from there. See if anyone left tracks.” No need to coddle it -- leaning forward, she opened the window, picked up the thing, chucked it out. And after a moment, the thing, a rough lump of ash-and-wings, began to fly shakily west.

MOST WOULD FEEL THREATENED – but evelynn wouldn’t be considered ‘most’ by any standard – but there’s an immediate response from her at the gesture of a sword to her throat && that came with her lashers whipping forward, poised with the sharp ends toward the man as though ready to strike at the slightest motion.

     eve’s expression betrays the almost defensive nature of her lashers’ response – smirk on her lips as she lets out a low, amused laugh, a claw coming up to tap on her bottom lip. what an amusing situation they’ve found themselves in now – && it isn’t the first time she’s been attacked per her chosen affiliation ( or lack of choosing really but never did she attempt to even leave talon; she didn’t care to. she’d love nothing more than to watch the world burn again ).

     for now she keeps to holding her more human appearance – confidence exuding from every fibre of her body from expression to stance to voice as she nearly purrs her words out.

     ❝ oooh, such wonderful foreplay, darling – but what do i owe the pleasure? i do hope you’re not going to disappoint me now. ❞

It wasn’t everyday that he’d get a reaction quite like this when pressuring a foe. At least... attempt to. She didn’t appear to be the slightest bit intimidated. In fact, she seemed to be amused by it, if anything.

That look on her face, and the way those words poured out ever so smoothly... He knew what she was doing, taunting him in such a way. Now in his younger reckless days, he would gladly play along, simply to see where it would lead. A woman like her, with danger written all over her gorgeous face yet one can’t help but find that alluring. He would welcome it all back in the day, leaping into the unknown and taking a certain thrill in peril. And perhaps a part of him still did today...

Not in this case, however.

Focus, Genji. The cyborg stood his ground, blade at her throat as he watched for her every move through his visor. There were also those lashers to consider, looking like they would strike him from both ways at any given moment. They were neck and neck, one could say. He made certain to act accordingly should she try anything. And with that, responded in a tone as steady as his blade.