@killdivine sent : What an unfortunate string of events for him ...
See, it didn't matter if he'd summoned her intentionally or not. They were here now because he took what she had offered to him, and now they were bound for eternity. At least this one was cute. She almost felt bad for taking his arm- only one mind you. Fitting him with one that would do him much better than the old one. Something she'd been quite satisfied with actually, and expressed as much. And he's put it to very good use in the months since they'd made their deal.
" Why don't you have a drink. Relax. " manifesting a glass in one hand, and a bottle in another. It looked expensive, nice, and poured smooth till it was a third the way full. The first drink she's offered him in quite some time- since their last big victory against the target of his ire, to be exact. " Don't stand there pouting. Sit. " patting the spot on the bed next to her. " You made progress. I'm not asking you to be happy, but you could try enjoying whatever victories you can. When you can. " / demon verse
WHEN HE STEPS INTO THE ROOM, he isn't stopped ( entirely ) by the presence of the demon that sits upon his bed. atticus' hands fiddling with his jacket had paused in action before his interest fell flat. he could care less about the fact a demon was asking for his time, to have him relax, be vulnerable. but he doesn't care for it, all they were was tied to a single contract, an unfortunate one that bound him to this creature for eternity. what a way to live, hm? to be haunted by the thing that gives you both the power to do what you need to in order to lay the dead to rest and simultaneously stuck in their grasp.
atticus looks at the glass, and he sucks his teeth before stepping off to the far side of the wall. the wardrobe doors are pulled open and hands are stripping the fabric of his shirt / it's cut open on one side, a mishap he had on the way back. shoving it into the far back of the space. " i ain't sharin' shit with you. " he comments roughly, the fatigue is heavy in his voice. and the lack of consideration is clear. he was in no mood to humor some act of bonding from her. " victories or not. " bitter. he will always be bitter he feels.
the day he celebrates is when everything is done, but would it truly be a lasting victory? when his heart and soul is bound to her. what that means at the end of his rope, atticus isn't sure, though, safe to say he isn't pleased with how the turn of events came about. summoning her on accident and then taking a risk in his fit of anger. " 'n' must you always barge into my damn room? just 'cuz ya own my fuckin' soul doesn't mean you can be up my ass everywhere i go. "




















