veinseeker

I might package these better but I've written three little drabbles. One is a oneshot, while the others are just...well, drabbles for y'all to get to know my character better.

I'll be using my girl Lily for most if not all of these. I've pinned her information on my page but will delve into her backstory more in these.

If you have any comments, questions or concerns just hmu! - Zane

Drabble 1 - Welcome.

Remmick x oc.

“Well c'mon now darlin, I ain't gon' bite,” the persistent Southern man drawled, leaning against her doorframe. Lashes wet from the rain. The cool Mississippi winter air blowing through the thin fabric on her ample curves. Heavenly or sinful, he can't tell. But he don't care much. “You ain't gon’ let me in?” His eyes flickered from her eyes, to her round face, taking in her soft, plush features, to every detail in her cotton nightgown, then back up to her eyes. Studying her. Almost…predatory. 

“And how I know that?” Lily replied calmly, her voice barely above a raspy weather. “You look like the kind t’ bite.”

Remmick's face shifted, his hand ghosting his own chest. “Oh darlin’, you got me all wrong. Now why in the world would I bite? That ain't real nice. I'm just tryin’ to get t’ know you.” The feigned hurt on his face did nothing to cool the fire of dread in her stomach.

“You're awful close for just a friendly stranger passin’ by.” Lily's eyes darted across his rough features, how the rain dampened his blueish-white shirt, sliding off his suspenders. Yet he didn't shiver…not once. And perhaps she was just imagining it…why do his eyes seem more red the closer he got? “You ain't cold?”

Remmick broke out into a toothy grin. “You're somethin' else, little Lily Mae.” His voice became tender, almost…empathetic. But unlike the façade he put on, this felt different. Like he wasn't just trying to coax the door open. Again, perhaps she's just hearing or seeing things…but if he's lying, he's damn good at it. 

Lily's breath caught in her throat, and it suddenly felt very dry. “Don't call me that,” she breathed weakly. Lily Mae. Elias always called her that. Mostly to taunt her, especially since the twins often snuck out to run off with her. How the hell did Remmick know that? Unless…she shook the thought from her head. No. 

“You don't know nothin’ about me.” Lily stepped back, trembling. He was finally getting under her skin. Just from three little words. That sickly sweet tone.

Remmick ran his tongue along one of his pointed teeth, but didn't make a move. No, he wanted to toy with her a little more. “No, Lily Mae, I know too much about you, baby. Just let me in and I can learn more. Yeah?”

“Diabhal,” Lily whispered, chest heaving with how fast her heart was beating. For the first time, she felt true fear, far different from her normal hesitance. He knows far too much. Watching her from a distance, stalking, waiting…following her from the juke joint, after late night sermons, watching her sneak off to places a Pastor's wife shouldn't. A preacher's daughter shouldn't. Her whole life was plotted out for her, since she lost her mama, taking care of her ailing old father and being given to some sleazy Pastor without her father knowing. 

And damn, was Remmick good at this. He took notice of her tensed figure. The way her hands gripped her cotton dress, chills spreading across her honey brown skin. She fidgeted with the old, cheap band on her pudgy finger. Remmick's eyes darted to it, but much to her relief - or horror rather - he didn't bring it up immediately. He's cunning like that - cornering his prey before attacking. Taking a note of every weakness.

“Ní mise an diabhal, a chailín,” Remmick smoothly replied, features relaxing, perhaps trying to make himself seem less threatening. She isn't sure. And how easy the Gaelic slid off his tongue…no. He's not just some fella from Mississippi. 

“I'm not the devil, girl,” Remmick repeated in English, dragging out every word in that cornbread accent. “I can be salvation. Hell, I'll be whatever you need me to be.” He stepped forward, taking one, simple step inside the house. Lily froze with fear. “You- you ain't-”

“-gotta ask.” His eyes flickered down to the welcome mat, a slow, sinful grin spreading across his face. Shit. The welcome mat. She should've known. Her daddy warned her about monsters and earthly temptations, about avoiding any and all pleasures if it meant being levelheaded, and she promised. But her daddy never said they looked this good, talked this nice, smelled this musky. And Remmick knew, he knew this whole time and yet held off, just to mess with her head. “But I am still a gentleman. You gon’ let me in now, mo stór? Or do I gotta take what I want?”

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