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◆ ——   Peer into my muse’s memories meme :: accepting

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Marcella’s smile is, as always, picture perfect.  The crossroads demon peers up through dark lashes at her latest client, licking swollen lips and flexing a fingertip inconspicuously at her side to signal Lucius into position.  He’s a man of the cloth–respected, revered, in line for the Papacy, even–but neither his blood red robes nor his pious soul are enough to save him from Hell’s most prolific procurement officer.  She reaches out to grasp the gemstone encrusted crucifix hanging around his neck, pulling him closer as she rolls up onto her toes to press her lips to his and seal the contract.  The fool has no idea what he’s done.  “Perhaps we shall meet again in Hell,” Marcella whispers to him sweetly, but when she pulls away his hand snakes out to snatch her by the wrist; the first syllables of an exorcism dripping from his tongue.

It is a mistake, as the Cardinal soon learns.  Lucius is on him in an instant–no one so much as breathes antagonistically in Marcella’s direction without risking the old demon’s wrath–and in the flash of a knife across his throat those bright crimson robes are soaked through with blood.  When her lieutenant steps into the light, however, the crossroads demon erupts into a fit of laughter that fills the massive cathedral.  

@killerpigfarmer

“Where would I be without my anger?” A pause before he clarifies, “Relax. It ain’t directed at you.”

      ❛   wasn't sure if you would be able to find this place.  i’m not exactly listed in the yellow pages.  ❜  

     LOVE or REVENGE. most spells & enchantments boiled down to two basic emotions.  yearning or hatred, both of which were driven by desire.  a longing that cannot be sated by mere force of will alone;   so desperate souls seek outside help. willing to pay whatever price they need to,  in order to fill the void darkening their hearts.    

        ❛  so, you need help breaking a curse, as I understand.   ❜  

Send “Five Times ______ed” for a Drabble of 5 different times our characters… did that.

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I.  She catches the way he huffs a little in disappointment when she shifts behind him; putting Lucius between herself and the pair of vicious Hellhounds that stand sentry at the doorway of Nybbas’ office.  The younger demon tries to quell the innate fear that has been trained into her since her days on the racks, and cemented by years of her superior officer’s brutality.  She calms a little when a harsh look from the old demon quiets the hounds, though her voice still tremors slightly when she assures her brand new lieutenant, “I’m not afraid of them...I just don’t want their slobber on my shoes.”

II.  It’s been two weeks since the solar storm that had temporarily robbed all supernatural beings on the planet of their ability to perceive or travel between planes.  Marcella is still shaken; borrowed stomach still twisting into knots every time she thinks about the terrifying sight she had been met with when the lights had come back on.  She can feel Lucius’ eyes on her as their carriage ambles down the road toward Naples; she’d given little explanation as to why they had to flee Florence with little more than the clothes on their backs and he knows her well enough to see through her apathetic facade.  The demon rests her arm on the window ledge, peering out as they pass by fields of sunflowers and her fingers absently toy with the simple golden comb in her dark hair.  “Better business prospects in the South,” she murmurs, “And there was nothing I cared about in Florence, anyway.”    

III.  “I need you to cover Vincent’s security detail in Shreveport for a few days,” Marcella says as coolly as she can manage; fingertips tapping anxiously upon a stack of contracts on her desk.  She doesn’t turn around to face her lieutenant; doesn’t want to see the judgment that she’s sure is written across his face.  Lucius isn’t stupid, and he’s not blind.  “There are some things here I need him to take care of--it’s...It’s not important.  Take an extra day of shore leave for the trouble.”

IV.  Even after all these years he is still not used to this face; still not used to the way it makes him want to scream every time he’s unfortunate enough to catch an unexpected glimpse of himself in the mirror.  The crossroads demon abruptly turns away from the reflection, snapping his fingers to shatter the glass into a million pieces that fall to litter the shag carpeting in Lucius’ shoddy motel room.  “Don’t worry ‘bout our numbers, Lucius, I’ve never missed a fuckin’ quota in two thousand years an’ I’m not about t’ start now.  We don’t need Vince or Riley...You an’ I can handle this on our own.”  

V.  Marcella huddles in the bathtub under a pile of pilfered towels; her vessel’s borrowed eyes puffy and bloodshot, stark against pale skin and sloppy tracks of mascara that run down her cheeks like watercolor.  The salt from her tears stings her skin, but they keep falling and it is all the crossroads demon can do to muffle her sobs in her cocoon of terrycloth so that Remiel and his bed-toy dujour won’t hear from the other room...not that they’re likely to over all the moaning and grunting, anyway.  The faint ding of a text message received sounds, and she reaches over to the ledge to retrieve her phone.  It’s from Lucius.  ‘How r u?’  He’s probably drunk, or fishing for a few more names off of her list.  She’s crying so hard she can barely see the screen as she taps out a reply and sends it off.

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Lucius presses his lips into a thin line as he accesses the situation. Well. Since his Boss asked for honesty. Lucius has never had much of a problem giving it before. “…The shoes ‘r a little much.”

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(My ‘random’ for this meme is the person at the top of my dash at the time a question is received, because I have issues and cannot operate without parameters…)

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