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❝ oh, uh, yeah. ❞ the other didn't sound horrified. this was good news. it was always unpleasant when people screamed, caused a far bigger scene than she ever did. ❝ 'dis is jellybean. he's a silvermane, see? ❞

ㅤ            SHE’S   MESMERIZED   BY   THE   COLORS   ,   fingertips   brushing   against   her   lips   as   takes   in   the   shimmering   coat.   jeallybean   ,   what   a   fitting   name   for   such   a   cute   little   accessory.          ❛   oh   ,   he   is   just   dashing.   i   love   him.  ❜        her   hand   comes   to   halt   just   shy   of   the   rat   ,   finger   extending   out   to   for   jellybean   to   smell.   she   had   learned   the   hard   way   from   her   brother   ,   autumn   to   never   pet   an   animal   without   their   permission.   one   too   many   bites   from   ambrosia   cemented   that   in   her   very   being.

       ❛   i’m   spring   ca-.  ❜       inspiration   takes   her   over   before   she   could   continue   the   introduction   ,   vibrant   hues   flickering   about   the   thrift   store   ,   abandoning   her   pervious   activity,        ❛   deep   jewel   tones.  ❜        she   murmurs   to   herself   ,   briefly   ignoring   the   woman   before   ,   hands   raising   in   a   ‘wait   here’   gesture   before   spring   disappears   into   mess   of   clothing. 

ㅤ            upon   return   she   has   few   different   hangers   ,   a   worn   burgundy   leather   jacket   ,   a   deep   navy-blue   shirt         &          an   emerald   scarf.     ❛   okay   ,   i   love   this   look   on   you.   the   jacket   is   very   fitting   ,   but   it   completely   clashed   with   jellybeans   coat.   because   he   is   silver   man   with   such   a   beautiful   coat.  ❜        she   crooned   ,   waving   her  fingers   at   the   rat   in   question   before   turning   her   attention   back   to   the   blonde.        ❛   darker   colors   ,   preferable   jewel   tones   ,   will   make   him   stand   out   while   also   providing   you   with   a   ‘pop’   of   color         &          giving   you   a   radiant   glow.  ❜  

     If she didn't order faulty product then she wouldn't have that problem, was the uncharitable thought. Which he knew to be untrue, and unfair. As if he didn't horde weapons of his own, and ammunition, which he stashed all around his wife's house. He's more than half tempted to shake the box, rattle it all around. Selina would know why.

"This makes us even for the kevlar.' Cain reminded her, considering it saved us months of healing no you're not, hefting the box into its proper place. "And Awan wants you by for dinner, figure it out.'

     He pauses to lightly finger a bolt of fabric, he doesn't know the name, doesn't care. Rubbing it between thumb and fore finger he can feel the smile curl on his lips. Damn. Awan would love it, I know our baby sister.

"If you wanted to bring a thank you gift, I'm sure she'd love a gown made from this.' You couldn't just pay her, Cain?? "For moonlight rituals especially.'

ㅤ           HER   ATTENTION  IS   DIVERTED   ;   the   moment   she   knows   the   box   is   secure         &          placed  in   the   proper   place.   scanning  over   the   shipment   receipt   ,   scratching   out   what   she   knows   has   been   cataloged   already         &          circling   those   few   missing  pieces.   it's   nothing  concerning   ,   nothing   detrimental   to   her   upcoming  work   or   orders        —         a   few   pallets   of   fabric   she   can   wait   on. 

ㅤ           the   mention   of   dinner   brings   a   smile   to   her   lips   ,   head   canting  to   the   side   as   spring   settled  into   the   chair         —          the  only   bit   of   relaxation   she   is   bound   to   have   this    month.  she   can’t   deny   that   she   has   missed   the   company   of   the   eveson   family    ,   awan   was   always   a   delight         &          a   good   meal   would   work   wonders   for   her   in  the   end.      ❛   i   think   i   can   squeeze   in   a   dinner   date   next   week.   ❜        mentally  spring   shifts   through   her   calendar   ,   a   few   meetings  here         &          there   ,   a   follow   up   consolation   with   a   client   in   singapore        …          unless   he  requests   another  reschedule.

       ❛   should   my   meeting  with   mr.   khan   run   short   ,   i’ll  be   sure   to   swing   by.  ❜        slowly   her   head   lifts   when   he   mentions   a   gift   ,   lips   curving   into   a   smile   when   she   notices   the   fabric  that   holds   his   attention.   a   recent   addition   to   her   name   ,   a   test   fabric   that   she   had   yet   to   work   with   or   name   for   that   matter.       ❛   bamboo   chiffon   —   spider   silk   hybrid   in   the   color   ice.  ❜        she   mused   ,   not   so   much   for   his   information  but   to   remind  herself   of   the   task.       ❛   that   is   the   only   bolt   i   have   ,   i   should   say   no         …          but  your   wife   is   such   a   darling   woman   ,   so   i   suppose   i   could   make   her   something.  any   particular   style?  ❜

It wasn't often that he ran into a creature of magic that was so sure and certain in the wrong. At first he'd assumed it was her ancestors that were blinding her, attempting to keep her from the truth in some wasted attempt at saving her life. But no, she genuinely refused to believe the book so many disillusioned people set their faith to held even a grain of truth.

'But you've met Cain, and his brother Abel?' They were wandering around somewhere, it wasn't as if there was a no contract rule that could be enforced on the immortal. 'Lucifer has surely passed through at least once.'

His jaw ached, the scent of her blood pulsing just beneath the skin, racing along familiar pathways calling to him. Where was the fun in the game if the human refused to believe their ancestry? Arms wrapping around her waist, Judas' nose tip brushed behind her ear inhaling deeply.

'If you'd like to meet them I'm sure any of them would love to stop by.' Abel assuredly would be interested in the pretty little shaman, and Lucifer would enjoy the fact she held so many souls rattling like marbles in the curve of her skull.

@rcliicta sent a raven : 54 - jean amelie to judas /x\

ㅤ           THERE   WAS   A   CERTAIN  WAVE   OF   EXHAUSTION  THAT   WASHED   OVER   HER   ,   when   it   came   to   religious  talk.   it   wasn’t   as   if   she   didn’t   believe   in   it   ,   jean   amalie   just   did         —          just   not   the   one   the   masses   deemed   important.   maybe   it   was   the   lack   of   raising   on   her   behalf   ,   or   the   reverend   that   lingered down   on   bourbon   street   shouting   at   tourist   for   indulging   in  sin   ,   that   had   her   indifferent   towards  the   christian  faith. 

ㅤ            it   would   be   insane   of   her   to   not   believe   in   something.   she   just   didn’t   worship   a   ‘supreme’  god   ,   who   seemed         …          distant        &         unbothered  by   human   affairs.   at   least   the   lwa   she   served   were   present   in   her   life   physically   ,   damballah   was  in   every   snake   that   slithered   its   way   into   her   home.   glimpses   of   ezili   freda   could   be   caught   in   the   corner   of   every   mirror   of   her   home   ,   gede   echoed   in   every   laugh   of   a   child        &          in   the   graveyard  dirt   tucked   away   on   the   shelves.

ㅤ            jean   amalie   supposed   the   same   could   be   said   for   the   other   faith   in   question.  that   god   lingered   everywhere        —          if   you   just   looked   hard   enough   or   knew   where.   a   groan   left   her   ,   fingers   pinching   the   bridge   of   her   nose        …         her   head   was   starting  to   feel   too   crowded   with  thoughts.

       ❛   i   can’t   say   I   have   had   the   pleasure   of   meeting   any   of   them.  ❜        although  she   ,   herself   ,   had   not   meet   any   of   the   three         …          somewhere  inside   her   a   clutter  of   emotions   sparked  at   the   mention   of   the   names.   the   feel   of   his   arms   anchoring   around   her   pulls   the   shaman   from   her   thoughts   ,   lips   curving  slightly   as   he   inhales.  what   strange   creature   he   is. 

ㅤ           instinctively   her   head tilts   ,   dark   waves   falling   to   expose   the   curve   of   her   neck.        ❛   i   have   enough   on   my   plate   with   the   witches         &          vampires   in   this   city   ,   i   don’t   need   the   devil   ,   the   first   murder   ,   or   the   first   shepherd   rolling   through.  ❜        she   shuttered   to   think   what   kind   of   fresh   hell   the   three   of   them   would   bring   to   the   crescent   city.

Faster, needed to go faster, needed to reach the door... But it was a bit hard to do that when his partner of the moment wanted to try and kill... whatever that had been. Fingers tightening around a strap of her tactical gear, Carlos yanked harder. Again!

'Echo we gotta go! Stop shooting at the... the...' He could feel the thud though his boots as the... not zombie chased after them. 'Stop! C'mon, I will throw you over my shoulder I swear to-'

Glancing over his shoulder he tried to figure out how it could see them, the upper legs flailing like antennae that were locked in on their location. It was only after stumbling, almost taking them both down to the ground that Carlos realized why Echo was being so difficult. Where had her helmet gone? Shit, it hadn't been with them when they'd woken up in that room, regaining his balance and yanking her up onto his shoulder.

'I know you can't hear me, so you can't be mad at me.'

Very much a logical thought, shifting his balance as she struggled to be let down. Not a fuckin' chance with that thing stumbling after them. Where the hell were they, and what the fuck was that thing?!

@rcliicta's echo has been invited to the garden...

ㅤ            MAYBE   IT   WAS   HER   TRAINING   ,   or   the   numbness  from   years   of   fighting   things   that   didn’t   seem   human         —          that   kept   her   calm   in   the   unknown.  most   people   panicked   at   the   unknown   ,   panicked   people   did   dumb   things   that   lead   to   injury   or   worse         …         her   time   in   the   military  had   taught   her   that   much.   so   ,   when   that         …         thing  came   stumbling   out   of   the   fog   echo   didn’t   hesitate   to   take   aim         &          fire.

ㅤ            brows   furrowed   deeper   with   each   shot   that   seemed   to   bounce   off   the   creature  ,   forcefully   giving   her   ground   as   carlos   tugged   her   away.   brown   eyes   narrowed  ,   jerking   her   shoulder   against  the   tactical   gear   as   she   unloaded   the   clip.   determined   to   get   the   damn   mass   of   legs   to   stay   down.   eyes   widened   at   the   sudden   lack   of   balance   ,   stumbling   against   her   partner   as   her   gun   fell   forgotten  from   her   grasp         —         then   lifted.

       ❛   put   me   the   hell   down   ,   carlos.  ❜        she   hated   being   picked   up   ,   the   lack   of   solid   earth   under   her   feet   was   always        …          realization   hit   her   in   that   moment.  brown   eyes   flicking  about   the   heavily   fogged   street   ,   the   unnerving   silence   that   greeted  her   had   her   grip   tightening   on   his   tactical  gear.        ❛   comms   are   cut        …          ❜        she   confessed   out   ,   though   she   was   sure   he   already  knew   given   his   grip   on   her.