#insectwine

     SUMMONED ?! since when did she get summoned by people ?! her first thought goes to it being some sort of weird kid thinking he was summoning lucifer ( wouldn’t be the first time, that happened just last week! ) or some other demon that would help him in some weird conquest. this though, this looks like some grown man.Backside faces him at first as she seems to simply appear within a chair nearby, elbow resting atop the wooden table.

     “Alright mister look, I don’t mean to be rude, but just know I don’t do any possession, and I don’t go around causing havoc like you think - “

     A pause, a flicker of what might be considered emotion if she still had any washing over her features, dark brows furrowing as head gives a curious tilt.

     “ - Who the hell are you anyway ? “

BUT  HERE’S  THE  KICKER   .  she  was  so  close  ,  so  willing  ,  so  accepting  of  the  worst  out  come  ,  that  sometimes  she  thinks  of  it  and  feels  sick  .   (  she  feels  like  betelgeuse  ,  too  willing  to  kill  .  but  she  won’t  admit  that  part  yet  ,  despite  finally  knowing  that  he  wouldn’t  hurt  her  again  .  )   she’s  got  some  horror  movie  playing  in  the  background  as  she  sits  in  her  college  dorm  ,  showing  different  pictures  she’s  taken  for  class  to  betelgeuse  ,  and  the  movie  describes  an  exorcism  in  a  way  that  hits  a  little  too  close  to  home  :   exorcism  .  death  for  the  dead  .

SHE  FEELS  TWELVE  AGAIN   .  it’s  terrifying  how  fast  something  so  simple  can  throw  her  back  into  that  spot  :  holding  the  handbook  in  her  hands  ,  barbara’s  screams  a  few  feet  away  as  best  friend  is  proposing  while  red  from  wrath  .  she  flinches  at  the  flashback  ,  closing  her  eyes  tightly  as  she  lets  it  pass  .  and  when  it  does  ,  she’s  still  shaking  slightly  as  she  tries  to  talk  through  it  with  a  confession  ,  introduced  with  a  sharp  ,  pained  laugh  .  one  that  brings  me  back  to  the  point  of  them  both  being  like  their  parents  .   ‘  i  was  really  ready  to  kill  you  if  you  scared  me  again  ,  betelgeuse  .  ’   she  takes  a  deep  breath  ,  then  says  the  difference  ,   ‘  i’m  glad  we’re  okay  .  ’

@insectwine​ sent:  ❝ here’s my prognosis : will they live ? doubtful . ❞ - insectwine bc i’m too lazy to log in rn

@insectwine​ sent: “ah, fuck it”

     “Wait, why the curse - “

     Words are cut abruptly when he practically slams her against the brick wall, lips clashing into her own in a fury of action. He’s not exactly the sweetest, but he’s not terrible at this either, cerulean gaze flickering in a mild panic before growing lax, form mimicking the same as she simply goes with it. Hands comes to rest on his chest, leaning into the wall just when he seems to draw closer to her, forming a light grip on his attire. It’s only after a few moments of this does she finally draw back, dark brows furrowed more in curiosity than worry.

     “From my understanding, that sort of dog can drive many men mad, right ? What if maybe, someone can just give them a treat and silence them ?”

Though, she understands his statement - her own howl so loud at times she can’t hear herself speak. Those inner demons, the ones that keep her up at night at times, the one’s that frighten her so much sleep is far from being an option.