❝⠀you people 𝗺͟𝗶͟𝘀͟𝘂͟𝗻͟𝗱͟𝗲͟𝗿͟𝘀͟𝘁͟𝗮͟𝗻͟𝗱 me. you call me "𝗦𝖠ꔋ𝖠𝖭" 🙵 "𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇" but ... do you know my crime? i loved 𝗀̵𝗈̵𝖽̵ 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵. and for that he 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳 me — punished me!
strides toward Rowena. “ Your blouse cannot be worn if you are dead. I would be stuck here —- ” Concern masked in anger, a hand to grab for her forearm, wiccan pulled close. “ You are important. ”
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.
An eerie red glow brightens in his eyes. Followed by a high - pitched hum that fills the fettered silence, palm glows, illuminating side of his face.
𝘠𝘦𝘴.
but you... my dear. ” Its voice deepened. “ You are not just human. You are part demon. They will always have qualms with that. ”
To display comfort, it brushed a thumb along the back of her hand. Then, straightened to full height.
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“ You misunderstand me. Being named after Mary was a compliment. I never would have thought of it myself. ” A cold hand extended. “ Come with me instead. My demons won ’t hurt you any longer. They ’ve been dealt with. ”
Somehwat.
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made the deal in the first place, but learned to ... appreciate her defiance and family oriented soul.
Eventually, falling for the matriarch and creating a safe pocket dimension for the two to just co - exist. So... Lucifer spent most of
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[ Clothes shed, blue irises focused on the pale skin of the matriarch. Urge to touch... A few decades urge. Lucifer bites back an odd smile. Gaze lingers, trailing the length of her arm. ]
The flowers, what do they mean?
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its time time there as opposed to an actual cage. The 'cage' was Hell and not a warded box.
When Mary was pulled out of Hell, the memories went with her. She does not remember anything and pretending like it didn't happen affects
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É: Going into the psychology of Lucifer would be so... I need to make a thread about it and how attached he is to his sister and the idea of himself before corruption.
Lucifer having hallucinations of Chuck when he gets really low and close to psychosis.
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never seemed to be enough of a reason not to trap, maim, or kill it.
Self - conscious. Remnants of ashes & the smell of charred skin join the cacophony of smells. Evidence of a fallen– 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃.
The contact of blonde head
(...)
someone, it leaves a red touch or
frosbite or ghosts of frozen fingerprints.
When in Hell, in its throne room, its often cold, eith ice, and not hot or filled with fire.
Undoubtedly fits. Witch Bitch In Charge? We should make shirts...
[Ronnie sits down next to Gigi. She feels a little clamly.]
It's a little scary... Do you think it has something to do with A word?
[She means ancestors]
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𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕. ears.
"What?" She should start taking Korean lessons. Then what? He'll be stuck.
When it was clear he was doing it just to be petty, the young wolf turned and went about her night as if Lucas wasn't possibly dead. She understood violence... or at least 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕.
every constellation, every last sun that formed your celestial soul. The remnants of a Mark burning into its cold skin. Still, it remained in the road, too far than it would ‘ve liked to have been.
The tears in her eyes spawned
(...)
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veronica hates that it's him. she turns away from the doorframe. “ go away. ” she's been practicing spells ... heartbreak to fuel them.
“ asshole. ”
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“ you 're so needy , it hurts . ”
ronnie tilts her head back to kiss him . she gives him two . okay maybe another kiss . she 's turning around to kiss him now .
God, is he that clueless? At this point he had to have been messing with her for sport. Her facr is flushed with embarrassment.
"You," She replied simply. But in case he needed it to be repeated, "I'm possessive over 𝘆𝗼𝘂, stupid."
A massive weight was lifted from 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕.
[ A lover ’s quarrel for eternity. Top lip upturns once the moon ﹙ 🐍 ﹚ eclipses the sun ﹙ 🪽 ﹚. Heart leaping as the spark reignited, and kiss deepens.
Everything is fleeting. Including the rush once their lips part. As once
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Serpentine lingers nearby, entering stage left with a goblet of dark wine. It draped an arm around the devourer, a gentle caress.
“ Why so glum, my beautiful flower? ” His voice like a sweet prayer, laden with mischief. “ Abandon the
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she heard it . we all heard it . veronica glanced at her mother 's reflection , then back at herself .
“ he 's a good guy , mom . ” good to her at least .
“ and then i told her how old you were and she made this face ? sort of like you were too old to be talking to me ? ”
barely paying attention to escalator .
“ it was weird . ” stepping off . “ 35 isn 't bad . ” exaggerating his age .
i would recognize you in total darkness, i would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. & i would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burns out into oblivion.
the physical ache in its chest every time it witnesses the beauty of her soul.
“ Mary. ” There was something akin to a break in its voice. “ You must understand— I was angry. I was alone. ” A step forward, stiletto scuffing against
(...)
his grasp felt all consuming . she was pulled in and immediately met with the calming fragrance of his cologne . she wrapped an arm around the other , fingers gripping the fabric of his sleeve .
lifting her head , “ you 'd take me ? ” it was
"You're excusing your stupid inability to committ! This notion that you're incapable of letting yourself be vulnerable!"
She tossed the wine glass at him. At this point, breaking the ceramic plates & glasses brought her comfort. It held back any tears.
Incredulity 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕.
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Right.
Distance.
This interaction was painful.
Veronica turned away in an attempt to fight the desire to at least hug him in her moment of weakness. She had a long day –- she hated this.
“ Are you okay? ” she asked. “ Rome said that you
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“ yeah . my friend told me that back then , you were a really strong witch . . .”
she approaches the vault , observing the engravings . then walks inside .
in this space, right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and i will not abandon you. unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.
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Limbo. A state between life and death.
Ronnie grimaced while looking over the grimoire. “ I can't believe it. ” She'll be able to talk to Rielle again.
“ Dee , you're amazing. ” she laughed. “ Miss Rebekah is gonna to be so happy. ”
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𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕. her mind, he was perfect. She saw his darkness and didn't care.
It was better to live life with risks than to die full of regrets. She knew that if she couldn't be with him, she'd never find anyone else like him. 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕.
[ Gaze affixed on small witch. It holds a firm grasp on her waist while contemplating whether to be calm about it or not. Deep breath. ]
A random person, randomly stabbed you in the side. That makes perfect sense.
﹙⠀though ⠀ maw ⠀ hangs ⠀ to ⠀ retort , ⠀ she ⠀ is ⠀ quieted ⠀ by ⠀ its ⠀ touch ⠀ ⸻ ⠀ own ⠀ hand ⠀ lain ⠀ upon ⠀ his. ⠀ macleod ⠀ makes ⠀ no ⠀ motion ⠀ by ⠀ which ⠀ to ⠀ shed ⠀ it. ⠀ 𝘢 ⠀ 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧.⠀﹚ ⠀ like ⠀ i ⠀ take ⠀ names
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𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕. to be confidential." Pause. "But you're not the only 'this is mine' kind of person. If I didn't care about the full moon crap all of those girls would be puppy chow."
Veronica sat up, leaning against the edge of the tub.
"I will brutally rip anyone to shreds 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕.
“ when we 're at the party , ”
turning around and unzipping the dress . she doesn 't like this one .
“ don 't watch me like you 're gonna rip my dress off me . my dad will be r͟i͟g͟h͟t there . ”