"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
Why can’t casual sex be more of a thing? Blow your mates dick! Sleep with your BFF. It’s so much safer than random hookups and without the hassle of a romantic relationship?
If you trust someone, and want to blow off steam, the idea that you can’t just fuck is bizarre? Why are casual relationships and flings such a filthy idea? There is a bond, a bed, and time.
she’s already bought the whole goddamn bottle of vodka, no sense in asking for refills when she already knows she’s just gonna drink the whole thing. red from head to toe and touting bruised knuckles, a split lip and the beginnings of a nasty bruise against her cheek — she looks like the whole bottle of vodka might not be enough.
the woman wears it well though, wears blood and bruises like an added allure to her persona. wears it as if it blends in perfectly with the blood red lipstick and the touch of something hungry at the corners of her mouth.
a pair of glittering, staring eyes catch her attention right before she takes another sip from her third glass. god, i am absolutely going to need another bottle, she thinks as she returns his stare with her own bold one.
it takes her a moment to realize that he is — nowhere near human, a fact she finds strangely comforting. rumors had circulated that a man ( or rather, angel, as far as she can tell ) had been going around, claiming to be lucifer of all beings.
taking another look at the man who won’t stop staring, she has a feeling those rumors are probably true, and that that claim is the truth.
the music is a comfortable thud in the background, her body is still buzzing on an adrenaline high from the fight she’d been in, and she’s about to go bottoms up with her fourth drink.
which she does, before finally breaking eye contact and smiling as the seat next to her opens up. she crooks her finger at him before patting the stool next to her, pulls a cigarette from some kind of small purse before lighting as she waits for him.
‘ no one told me satan was such a babe, i would’ve taken the express train straight to hell if i’d known. have a drink with me doll, i could use a cute conversationalist right now. ‘
he can feel her before he sees her, so he orders her a drink before returning to the game of pool he’s been playing with a stranger for the last half hour, sharking him into believing he could win, putting him in a position where he will soon be coughing up forty dollars.
as soon as she walks through the door, he strikes his cue against a ball, sending the rest scattering out to sink the last of his balls, snatching up the cash with a grin and walking away. “good game!” he says with a wink.
he turns to face her with her drink in his hand. “long time no see, constantine.”
‘ i see you’ve taken to beating strangers to buy me drinks. thanks babe, didn’t know you liked me that much. ‘
she walks in, all heels and business, expecting to be expected. there’s no reason not to — he already knows she’s coming, a fact she is aware of but a fact which also annoys her greatly. who wants to be predicted? not her. with a slight scowl, lilly plucks the drink out of his hand and examines it closely.
‘ — my favorite. how did you — never mind. i don’t like your attention to detail, it’s unnerving. this isn’t poisoned is it? i’d hate to have to come back from the dead just to kick your ass. ‘
had she been a bird, her feathers would be clearly ruffled as she downs half the drink and clinks her nails against the glass as she holds it up eye level.
‘ bad night. good view though — the drink i mean. ‘
finally she glances over at him, eyes scanning up and down his body for clues as to what he might be doing here. and also because — it’s probably going to annoy him.
‘ i hope you’re not here to murder my demonic date, i’ve been waiting all week to have a drink with him, and i won’t let you ruin it. so why are you here,did you miss me? ‘
she returns, a shade of the girl she was when she left, with a weight on the back of her shoulders that she can’t seem to kick. i haven’t seen them like this in a long time, she can hear nia say, it’s been forever since they’ve kicked everyone out and closed the whole court.
lilly recalls curling around nia like her life depends on it ( it does ) and asking for advice — getting the answer she was sure she’d get.
go talk to them.
the halls are lifeless, her own footsteps echo loudly in the silence as she enters the throne room. her eyes are red from crying, brown hair wild in stark contrast to her almost deathly pale face. if they’re there, she can’t see them yet, so she drops to her knees in front of where she remembers the throne being — and waits a moment before speaking, her voice wavering when she does.
‘ — oberon — ‘
nia, what if they don’t want to talk to me? you won’t know unless you try.
‘ — your majesty, please. will you — can we talk? if you don’t want me here just …. say the word, and i’ll go. ‘
