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🐯 ( SATAN ) .

                  “oh, i made no promises. not that i can’t give you those things, but                   it wasn’t an offer so much as an… inquiry. you can tell a lot about                   a person by what they want. but i think you already know that.”

there aren’t a lot of people smart enough to keep their desires hidden like that, not in lucinda’s experience anyway. ( humans have been so terribly disappointing to the fallen angel over the years. ) but this woman seems to be on the wiser end of things.

            “people don’t tend to trap other people in cages without REASON, though,                         so you must want something from me. otherwise you’d have done some-                                     thing less interesting, like try to kill me.”

                                        she resisted the urge to LAUGH at the idea. someone?                                         kill the devil? can you imagine the consequences?

                                                    { for starters, hell would fall to absolute shit without her. }

              “UNLESS, of course, you don’t realize who it is you’ve caught?”

                           to T H A T end, oya only gives a small chuckle—all too familiar with the                sentiment of what you want most is who you are. but shared humor aside,                this is—for all intents && purposes—a BUSINESS DEAL in her head. 

her face remains on some  neutral  expression  between A M U S E D && A N A L Y T I C A L . even as the other starts musing over just why she’s currently trapped  in  a  cage,  she’s  unreadable.  then—her one && only TELL;; as small shift  in  her  face  appears  when it’s suggested that she doesn’t K N O W . 

                                    “ K I L L I N G is a last resort kind of thing, ” she starts slowly, letting                                       the words slide ever steadily off her tongue, rolling from her lips. 

                  “ things are usually more useful A L I V E than dead. unless they pose                      a threat to my S A F E T Y or the integrity of my plans. ”  

      oya lets things linger there for a second, her eyes wandering over the other—       her gaze like a prowling lion over the landscape of her form; CAREFUL. 

                                “ i’m still trying to decide if you’re worth more to me dead or alive. ”

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❀ ( DANIEL ) .

        “no, i came to see your bright smiling face and the help was just a bonus.”

                                        there’s an eye roll accompanying the words. and ah,                                         there’s the daniel they’re both used to seeing. sure,                                         it was a rhetorical question, but sarcasm is how he                                         handles most situations. it’s probably his core person-                                         ality trait, if we’re being honest here.

               he frowns as he listens to her speak and considers his options. he knows                with absolute certainty that his hand will heal even with the potential pieces                still in it. but he’s not sure what will happen if he leaves them in there or how                much damage they might continue to do to his hand. and he’d prefer to have                 a WORKING hand. he lets out an annoyed sigh.

                                                                 “yeah, let’s… let’s just get the damn x-rays. i mean,                                                                  if we’re gonna do this, might as well do it right, right?”

he doesn’t like it, but she’s not suggesting they let someone else handle it. she’s offered to do it herself, which is good. the fewer people involved in this, the better.

              “ i’m flattered that my beautiful F A C E is more important to you                            than your pincushion fist. FLATTERED. but a little concerned. ” 

                       ( it seems that the B O T H of them are capable of some odd humor )

                                   her touch on his hand remains gentle && her gaze, just the same. how-                                    ever there’s something about her  countenance that makes it seem like                                    no matter what his answer is,  she is going to get him into that hospital                                    && take her damn x-rays. even I F it means knocking him out. 

      { but she’s not capable of something like that                                                  R I G H T ? }

luckily, he goes along with her && she smiles something bright. 

                   “ great. good. we’ll get this done quick, before anyone even realizes we                      were there. ”  

                               as she speaks, she’s already loosely wrapping up his hand so it's pro-                                tected before gathering her purse—her keys, her card, her wallet, her                                id all together. once she’s sure she has everything, she turns to daniel                                && opens the door. 

         “ come on. you want to get this over with, right? ”

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           “ oh my gOD NO. ” 

                      like she’s been suddenly RAISED FROM THE DEAD, divya jumps up from                       her seat && miniature fort of finances to leap over in time to slam a sketch-                       book shut in the other’s hands. at the same time, she throws a careful arm                       back to keep a small stack of canvases from crashing to the ground. 

( a seeming T H R E A T that her parents’ promise that those paintings would kill her )                                                      COMING TRUE. 

            setting the book down to the side with a breath, she does a small gesture             to try to calm herself before looking at evella. 

                                     “ sorry just—i’m almost done okay? this is just taking way longer than                                         i had thought. ”

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               she marches back into her home with a stern P U R P O S E , her heels clacking against the hardwood floor as she slams the door back shut to the flash of  paparazzi cameras. with a quick flick of her wrist, she pulls off her sunglasses && drops her bag.

                        however, all of her plans to spend the rest of the day A L O N E in her home                         were shattered by the sight  of someone standing in the middle of her foyer.                         clenching her fist, minsun  has  to take a couple minutes to calm her breath                         && N O T punch them.

       ( the T A B L O I D S would have a field day with that, wouldn’t they? )

                                   “ what the f u c k are you doing here? ” she snips in a tense tone.                 “ how did you even get in here? i thought i told you never to come back. ”

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                  her hands are S H A K I N G && she just can’t get them to STOP.   all that stress was finally getting to her && there are only so many   babies you can hold until you have to admit it to yourself.

                               but she couldn’t just abruptly ask for a break && she loved her                                job far too much to up && leave anyway. so she’s powering                                through, hoping that staying with what she loved will get her                                past all this. && she knew, at this point, she shouldn’t be en-                                tertaining guests but—

           “ c-come in! ” she calls, wiping her hands on her jeans as she              rushes over to the open door. “ the door’s unlocked! ”

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✨ ( AGACEMENT. )

she shakes her head, leaning back in her seat to watch the other woman.

                                                        “nope, i’m vetoing that shit right the hell now.                                                         not that i don’t care or whatever, but like…”

                            a shrug.

                                                                                    “i do not.”

          { way to be empathetic. }

                   “unless you’ve got something super important to say.”

                she huffs, throwing her hands up in the air as if she’s S H O C K E D                             that this conversation has ended the way it had. as if there was any other                             way this could’ve gone. 

      “ listen. you asked me to talk about something i’m I N T E R E S T E D in. i doubt that i could talk to you about CANADIAN ECONOMICS. so we’re stuck talking about me.

                                         i figured it would be E A S Y enough for you to follow. ”

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✨ ( AGACEMENT. )

       “okay, then why don’t we talk about something that you ARE fuckin’ interested in?”

a sweet smile curls her lips && she uncrosses her legs to place them daintily on the floor. she  sits  forward,  a far more interested look on her face as she places her elbows on her knees. 

                                   “ i’m so glad that you switched the conversation. because i think                      our time could be spent in a much better way, talking about                      the most important thing here. ” 

       she sits back, crossing her arms. S M U G .

   “ me. ”

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             “ you know i’m interested in literally N O N E of this, right? ”

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         “ you were supposed to S T O P me from the third shot last night.                                      not E N C O U R A G E me. god, i’m such a MESS now. ”

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                        she’s quick to remove her hand—but there’s a S O U R look that’s                                       even quicker to follow. crossing her arms, she sinks in her seat on the                                      couch. 

      “ then what am i ALLOWED to touch? ”

( .&& | @atelophxbiia. )

     " look – can you please not touch my shit?  the only person allowed to do so is my child, so unless you’re suddenly a four year old, then please don’t. ”

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🐯 ( SATAN. )

                            “oh, i like you. you’re a fun one.”

she rocks on her feet, more than a little excited by the challenge the woman represents. lucinda loves a good  C H A L L E N G E.

                                                        { things get boring when you’re as old as she is. }

                                      “so what’cha want, beautiful? it’s always something, isn’t it?                                       money, fame, power? all of the above, perhaps?”

she hopes not, honestly. those things are all so… MUNDANE. it would sap the fun right out of this.

              “or are you after something a little more… exciting?”

                                            she places an arm against the fence, leaning on it and watching                                             the woman the way a lion might watch a wolf. there’s intrigue and                                             maybe even some respect– but at the end of the day, she’s still                                             arguably the more dangerous of the two.

                     she might be S M I L I N G , but the grin is strained if only because she’s                      resisting the urge to seem T O O pleasing.  though it’s always good to be                      on the G O O D side of people whom you want things out of—————  

                                                    ( looking desperate can be just as bad as outright H A T E ) 

                                 “ i give off that kind of V I B E to people. ”

           she brushes off some nonexistent lint on her jacket && picks at some VERY            existent dried blood,  trying  to  maintain  her nonchalant air. even when the            other starts offering her some rather P R E D I C T A B L E things. 

                                             money?                                              USELESS.                                              fame?                                                 DANGEROUS.                                              power?                                               COVERED.

                   she’s going to have to promise her something far more interesting to get out of                    that cage. so when she suggests something above the ordinary;; 

( M A Y B E she’s got oya’s attention ) 

                               “i MIGHT... ” she pauses, lingers on the tension of a moment as she tilts              her head. “ but i’m not sure if i enjoy letting strangers who promise RICHES              privy to my innermost thoughts. seems a little dangerous if you ask me. ”

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🐯 ( SATAN. )

lucinda’s fingers run over the wire for a brief moment, smirk dancing along her own lips, before she looks at the other woman.

              “contained is a strong word. more like… slowed down.                                     there’s not much that can hold me forever, gorgeous.”

                                                                  { not even hell itself. }

she thinks, if she puts forth the effort, she can break the metal. but she’s got time for a little game or two first. why not, right?

                  “you know, if you were trying to catch my attention, there are better ways.                                                       points for originality, though.”

                honestly, with as much experience as she has under her belt, oya should know better than to play with F I R E && let things she simply doesn’t understand L I V E .                                                                  ( especially caging them so c l o s e to her ) 

      yet, at the same time, she knew  power  when  she saw it. she recognized some-       thing out of the ordinary easily; it  takes  one to know one, after all. && there’s no       point in losing out on information she could potentially garner from anyone. even       if her source could kill her. 

                                                           [ but she’s been in worse && gotten out, hasn’t she? ]

an amused laugh sneaks its way out of her mouth && oya rolls her eyes, having to cover her mouth at the ‘ gorgeous ’ comment. 

                      “ we’ll see about that. there’s a first for everything, after all, right? ”

           she tilts her head the other way && leans a hip against the fence. 

                                              “ i do what i have to. getting ORIGINAL is the fun part. ”

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                                                  “ i’ve always been a take-no-prisoners kind of girl. but. . . ” 

                   she tilts her head, leaning  against  the chain-link wire of the fence as a                    amused expression tugs at her  lips  &&  leaves a glint in her eyes. tap-                    ping the links of the fence, she laughed softly with a shake of her head. 

“ i don’t know, i like you a lot more when you’re nice && contained.   you don’t get on my N E R V E S quite as much. ”

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