@ftzie, ❛ it was self defense. ༺♱༻ ──
it's a little hard to make out her face. what, with the only lighting present being the low gleam of a full moon – the frustration eats her alive. a vague phone call in the middle of the night, succubus torn from her own hunting ritual, it's a miracle she's even here. IT COULD BE THE DESPERATION OF SOMETHING MORE, the desire for a conversation or the two – or it could very well be the stench of decay in the air. she recognises it all too well, & it feels a little strange to be in the backseat of a – good dinner meal. WHEN HAS IT EVER BEEN THAT? the smell present in her senses, yet no blood or flesh or rot stuck in her teeth: consider her curiosity at its peak. thin brow raises itself in somewhat pleasure, a look of pride tugging at each corner of her glossed-up lips.
❛❛ 𝕸𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. ❜❜ says it in a saccharine tone, welcoming & sweet. she may have said it, but it doesn't stop her from initiating it, pushing past the redhead to revel in her very own delight: there he lies, her anticipated dinner meal, but the fun lies in his innards spread out for jennifer to admire... WELL, AT LEAST WHAT'S LEFT OF HIS INNARDS. ❛❛ self-defense? what, did he try to like, 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 you? ❜❜ she roars a laugh, glancing back at ginger ─ & as soon as she does, the moonlight hits her face perfectly, and jennifer witnesses – the big bad: IT'S UGLIER THAN SHE'S EVER SEEN. stray white hairs threatened with frizz, a thick snout resembling the beam of a wolf, and eyes the colour of gold: it causes her to freeze & her amusement is only momentary. she mumbles a small " what the fuck. " before creeping a little closer, realising she's looking into a mirror ─ AND SHE CAN'T HELP BUT SMILE. ❛❛ fuck me, ginger. you just got a whole lot more interesting. ❜❜
