[font ‘Courier’ The one who wishes upon the bloodied moon will be given the Devil’s Kiss. To make one’s wish come true, one must offer what is closest to their heart. The day of claiming will then be set and on that day one’s offer is taken away and the deal is complete.]
21 years ago, a mother just had her first child. However, things weren’t perfect like she had hoped. The woman was sick, having been diagnosed with cancer just 3 months prior to giving birth. The cancer was terminal and she only had maybe 6 months to live. When her child was born, she was saddened knowing they would grow up without a mother. However, it all changed when she found an old book in an old book store about three weeks after having her child that spoke of making a wish on the night of a blood moon.
Thinking it was just some superstition, the woman waited for the blood moon to rise and she made her wish. She wanted to be healthy so her child could grow up with a proper family. At first nothing happened but then, moments later, a man appeared.
The man was shrouded in darkness, his face unable to be seen. However, it was clear there was a sense that there was nothing human about him. The silhouette of what seemed like small horns on his head and glowing red eyes gave a demonic look to the man. But was that just a trick of the eye or were there really horns? He spoke as if his voice was made from silk, a sound so smooth and soft that anyone would sink into it. It was the sound of seduction and danger all rolled into one.
[font ‘Courier’ ‘You have wished upon the bloodied moon and your wish has been heard. What is closest to your heart that you offer to me?’] The man said.
Of course, the woman said it was their child but she didn’t realize at the time the mistake she was making by saying that. [font ‘Courier New’ ‘Well, then. A generous offer. Then on the day of claiming, 21 years from now, I shall return to take what I am owed. In return, I will grant your wish and give you good health. I will take away your sick and your pain so you may live for your family. Until the day of claiming arrives, your child remains with you.’]
And then the man gave the woman and child a gentle kiss on their foreheads. The kiss smoked and sizzled but held no heat other than his own body heat. It was a strange night for the woman but she already began to feel healed. This was the Devil’s Kiss. He then left in a plume of fiery smoke.
It was then as the man left, that the woman realized what she just did. She just sold her child to the devil.
For 21 years the woman kept that night a secret from her child. Her husband knew but also kept it a secret. Her cancer was gone like it was never there. Her child was healthy. All was good.
And now the day of claiming is quickly arriving and the woman is becoming increasingly protective, scared and emotional. The child is confused, knowing nothing as to the reason why their mother is acting so strangely and why it keeps getting worse.
Soon, they will learn of the truth. But how will they react? Will they resent their mother for giving them away to the devil? Will they not believe a single thing? Or will they have a different reaction?
Let’s find out.
* I’m looking for a male or female unique character to play the child. Must be 21 as they recently just turned 21.
* Romance can be apart of this if desired. It will not be instant. I’d also like to add a bit of emotional suspense and tension during some spots where applicable.
* I’d like to add a bit of a comical touch to this.
* Mature themes will appear. I will not do this with anyone under 18 years of age.
* If anything sexully explicit begins to happen, it will be time-skipped. However, I am not opposed to going to another site. If moving to another site is fine, I have one picked out that is easy to use and allows adult content to be written out freely and it can be fully private. This will be up to you. I WILL NOT use emails or messengers for roleplay of any kind.
* I expect proper grammar. Occasional mistakes are understandable though as even the best writers make them.
* I expect quality more than quantity. Though having both helps. I want high quality detail that lets me ‘see’ the scene. I don’t expect novels but I do expect more than a few lines. The aim is to give what you receive. Equivalent exchange basically. To get something, you first must give something of equal value. Give a good post, get a good post. Give a crap post, get a crap post. Simple as eating cake.
* Picture styles preferred are artistic/semi-realistic/digital painting. They should also be reasonably sized. They should be tasteful in accordance with ES rules.
* Communication is key. Let’s talk about the plot and toss ideas around. Let’s help each other out in developing each other’s posts and help plot for possible future events. However, let’s not push each other to post. I’m patient so you should be, too. I know you have life to deal with so understand that I do as well.
* Please keep in mind that I deal with medical issues. There may be long wait times between posts when my illness flares up and zaps everything out of me. If this is an issue, then please pass on by. Also keep in mind my eyes are bad so avoid using bright colors that clash with a white background, overly fancy fonts or tiny fonts but still have a way that allows me to easily determine character dialogue from descriptive text. I’m not saying it’s required, I’m saying it would be helpful so my eyes don’t strain.
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[size12 It was an expected reaction but at the same time he was still a little surprised. Damion wasn’t entirely expecting to knock the wind out of the girl but he knew it would give her quite a start. He refrained from looking amused but his eyes did shimmer a bit with it. He sat there patiently, ready to answer anything thrown at him.]
[size12 Once the girl was able to regain her breath back enough to talk, she was able to speak albeit with a bit of a wheeze.] [b “You do have a point. But I didn’t think it was a good idea to prance around on the internet advertising myself as the king of hell. I get enough crap from upstairs as it is. The next angel I see is getting their feathers plucked out so all that’s left are raw chicken wings.”]
[size12 Upon the mentioning of the circle, Damion made a bit of a face the wiggled a flatted hand in a that ‘so-so’ gesture.] [b “In a sense it did work. I did get an itch of something going on but I couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. I only figured out what was going on when I tracked you here by following my mark that you carry. So to answer your question, no, I wasn’t watching you.”]
[size12 Damions face softened when he watched her face change through so many emotions. She fought to gain control and he watched her struggle. But with a sigh, she seemed to regain herself. However, she kept her eyes averted from him. He listened to every small word she said till the next question catching him a little off guard. When she asked, her eyes came back to him finally. He could see there was a threat of tears there but she held them back.] [b “What are you now? You are still you. You just have a link to me. Nothing about you has changed. I can just track you to wherever you are in the world whenever I need you for whatever reason.”]
[size12 And then he was caught off guard. The contract. Not many have asked him about his deals. Usually he didn’t disclose those details mainly because no one ever asked. He heaved a sigh. His face went from pleasant to dull. He rubbed his forehead as he leaned forward, raising a knee to drape his other arm on it.] [b “To be honest, I don’t know the ‘why’ either. I’ve been doing these contracts for so long now that I’ve lost count as to how many of them I’ve done and I’ve forgotten the reason I started doing them in the first place. Humans want different things for different reasons and they will give up anything to get what they want. But it’s the pure souls that catch me off guard. All they want is what’s best for themselves and their family. Your mom is one of those pure souls. She wanted to raise you, see you grow into the young woman you are today. To be happy and love her family for years and decades sickness free. But she didn’t know what I would do when I came back for you. That’s why she was scared.”] [size12 Damion paused and closed his eyes, his face blank. A memory then flashed through his mind, one from before he was banished into hell. There was a faint feeling of happiness there somewhere but it faded before he could grasp it.] [b “Perhaps my ‘why’ has something to do with my past.”] [size12 He said in a low whisper as he opened his eyes again, a look of loss floating around in his eyes for a moment.]
[size12 Damion could sense fear building up in the girl and he hoped his words calmed that fear even just a little. He honestly didn’t want to cause fear in this girl. He scared off a good number of people in recent decades and most of what he kept getting for his contracts was items. Cars, jewelry, books, decor, art, papers and everything else under the sun. Even potted plants and rocks. This was the first time in a long while Damion could sit down and talk to someone that didn’t immediately haul ass in the other direction. The thought brought a small smile to his face, brightening his mood up again to be a little more pleasant than being so empty looking. He was able to talk to someone that would actually listen to him and somewhat tolerate him even though he kinda stalked her just a tad bit. Things were looking up. Down? Upside down? Whut?]
[size12 When he was asked his name, he smiled more.] [b “Of course I have many names. But on this side of the inferno, I go by Damion. But if you ever need me right STAT now, say my true name, the name I was given by the fat, cloud farting, bearded fuck upstairs, and I’ll poof right next to you in about 1 second flat. Flames and hellhounds not included. Well, maybe a bit of ash but that stuff gets everywhere. It’s like glitter but not as pretty.”] [size12 He said with a grin. Of course he had to toss in a bit of a devil joke.] [b “And don’t worry about it. It’s understandable in such a situation. Especially since it’s me we’re talking about.”]
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/7d/b9/3b7db9c9a43102431f4e12268eb3adc1.jpg]] [font "Times" [size15 Mavis kept pressing the kerchief intermittently to her lip until the spots got smaller and smaller. Sighing, she crushed it in her hand and went to look back at her work. Well, the circle was certainly there. Her intention was in her work, but was it enough to 'seal' the spell? Or like finalize her submission into the wider world? Her mind wandered back to blood, feeling her stomach curdle.
The sound of a voice, not even a breath of movement giving her any notice that she wasn't alone beyond the animals, made Mavis start. A cry was pulled from her, and the word Christ somewhere, the woman flinching back to see the pale face of who she now knew was the devil across from her outside the circle.
The flinch was hard enough to actually hurt, and the wheezing, inelegant huff of breath that was squeezed from her. Her arms wrapped around herself, trying to catch her breath now that her chest was sore from the spasm.
"[B Well, it's not like- you have a huge social media presence or anything.]" Mavis wheezed right back at him.
She frowned, though. "[B So it didn't work?]" she mused aloud, her face tightening in confusion as she looked up at him. "[B Then- if I didn't complete it- were you [i watching] me this whole time?]"
The momentary outrage was gone within moments, replaced by a certain, anxious, embarrassed heat when he turned his attention back onto her. Mavis discovered herself quite speechless for a moment, put on the spot like this. She always told herself to write these things down when questions occurred to her: in class or lecture, in a seminar she was attending, anything.
When he sat down, looking at her expectantly, Mavis felt her face get hot. That heat shot up immediately into something painful behind her eyes. No sooner had she looked down in confusion than her vision blurred. Her brows pressed together and she dabbed at her lash line with the curl of a finger, her lips pressing.
"[B Sorry...]" she pulled herself together, face growing stern as she forced herself to compose. Mavis pulled a sharp breath, clearing her throat. "[B This is a lot.]"
"[B Um-]" her eyes hadn't made it back to him yet, embarrassed by the yet present threat of tears. "[B I guess- I need to know. What- I am now?]" her eyes returned to him finally, looking at Damion. Those eyes distanced, shaking her head.
"[B I'm- forgive me, but, my only frame of reference is the media. Do- what were the parameters of your agreement with my mother. She only knows what she gave and what for. Not why.]" Mavis' voice was deceptively calm as she regarded him. It was often how she handled in this moment things. Numbness. It was what she was feeling earlier, and it was what she was feeling now.
She gestured, helplessly. Mavis could feel her stomach practically bottoming out as she reached for words, feeling something like fear begin to crawl up in her. She was afraid to say it- if she were being literal, if she were being [i truthful] Mavis would say 'do you own me?'. But she feared putting that thought into his head, if it wasn't there already, or hopefully denying its existence by not mentioning it. But it weighed. Weighed heavy on her.
Fear was tightening in her, like it had stuck to the insides of her rib cage and was winding tighter, making her breath short. The fact that her mother had no idea what she had gotten into, what 'claiming' meant, infuriated her. She wasn't mad she made the deal, simply that she didn't push for more information, and had refused to try, and that [i he] hadn't offered any. Did that mean she didn't have a life any longer, or choices? Would hers end? A life for a life? And she would be spirited away?
Mavis was still wondering at him in front of her. It was distracting her from actually articulating these questions and words. All these years she thought she had an idea of what the devil looked like. In all his guises, she thought he had so many. Was that true, she mused? Did he have facets like the Baphomet? Or was that solely symbology?
"[B Um-]" she pressed her lips together, trying to make a full sentence. "[B What's your name?]" she found herself saying, voice quiet. "[B What name would you have answered to, actually?]"
"[B And I'm- sorry I thought you were a creep earlier...]" Mavis mumbled at the last, rubbing the back of her neck, eyes low.
[size12 It was a chilly night but the cool air didn’t bother Damion. It was refreshing, in fact. Compared to his usual environment this was a lovely change. The fresh air of the surface on a cool night was a wonderful, cleansing feeling. That is until a sneeze comes along and a plume of ash flies out. Eh. Just what happens when one lives in a place that burns all the time.]
[size12 Damion had hopped from one bar to another and is now sitting at his third one. So far, he’s drank 3 people under the table and wasn't so much as buzzed. The third guy fell over backward, chair and all. Damion jumped up out of his seat to see if the guy was alright only to see the guy passed out with the glass resting on his face, the rim caught on the guys nose which kept if from falling. He couldn’t hold back a small laugh. Humans were quite amusing creatures. Damion bought the bar a round of drinks and then headed out, having had his fun there. The patrons gave him a ‘cheers’ for the round as he walked out the door.]
[size12 Inhale. Exhale. The cool refreshing air seemed to bring memories back from long, long ago. Was it the chill or was it just the gentleness of the breeze? The memories were always bittersweet. There were good memories there but they always seemed to turn sour after a point. He shook his head to chase away those intruding thoughts and moved along.]
[size12 Aimless. It’s the only way to describe the way he moved around town. He didn’t have a goal or a place to be at. He just wandered, a blank look on his face as he glanced around at his surroundings. Damion’s eyes had glazed over with that dullness that seemed to be filling him. He was an expert in hiding it though and could change his outward emotional appearance in a split second. Dull one moment, perfectly pleasant the next. It was like throwing a switch. But for now, he let himself be dull.]
[size12 Compared to hell, earth was quite peaceful. Beautiful, even. To think that Damion was once a part of its creation. Humans made the world even more beautiful. But they also made him frustrated. Why create something that was so flawed? That question got Damion thinking. What if perfection wasn’t the goal? What if there was a reason for the flaws? Who the hell knows.]
[size12 As Damion wandered the darkened streets of the hushed town, he suddenly felt an itch on his head. It was like the feeling of getting poked with a tiny piece of hay that’s stuck in your sock. Kind of annoying but not painful. He didn’t think much of it really. Until the itch happened again a few moments later.] [b “That’s odd.”] [size12 He mumbled then shrugged. The itch happened again and then went silent. He rubbed the back of his head.] [b “Huh. A case of itchy brain? Is that even a thing?”] [size12 He mumbled before he shrugged it off and moved onward.]
[size12 It wasn’t long till he decided he was bored and decided to see what the young girl was up to. He turned on his special vision and tracked her down.] [b “Like the north star to the three wise men, guiding me to treasure. Or something like that. Never did pay attention to that tale.”] [size12 He did a little skip and off he went.] [b “I’m off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz!”] [size12 He sang as he made his way towards his destination.]
[size12 Damion made himself invisible by the time he got to the barn that was in the back of the girls house. He remembered the place quite well despite it being 2 decades. He peeked in through a side window to see the girl sitting on the floor holding a cloth to her mouth. In front of her, though, nearly broke him. She was trying to legit summon him! So that was where the itch came from. This was both hilarious and damn adorable. Damion forced himself to regain his composure.]
[size12 Once he got his head back in the right spot and his ribs weren't trying to break from holding in laughter, he vanished then reappeared in the barn a couple feet from the girl and her attempt at a summoning circle. He squatted down to see the circle better.] [b “Not a bad attempt but I think it would have worked a bit better if you used a sacrifice or something.”] [size12 He said as he casually poked the statue.] [b “Or you could just say my name.”] [size12 He smiled with a soft chuckle. He knew he probably spooked the girl but he kept his voice soft and calm as he spoke.] [b “This is just adorable though. You’ve gone to quite a length to get to me. I’m sure there’s some burning questions on your mind now. I’m all ears.”]
[size12 Damion leaned back and planted his butt on the ground despite being in such a nice suit. He didn’t seem bothered by the dust and dirt and grime that was in the barn. He was more focused on making sure this young girl understood what her mother got her into. Damion sat there with a soft smile. It was going to be a long night.]
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/7d/b9/3b7db9c9a43102431f4e12268eb3adc1.jpg]] [font "Times" [size15 Standing out in the field was clarifying. The cold of the evening kind of calmed down, or legitimately numbed, the kind of weird mess of things she was experiencing. And in doing so, that just heightened the feeling that that she needed to speak to him directly. It was the one thing that didn't calm and disappear. Mavis knew her parents had given her all of the information they had, and made it clear they didn’t want to involve themselves any more in this deal, this claiming. They would be of no further help. She needed Lucifer. The Devil. Mavis actually realized she didn't know his name, or honorifics, or anything. Or how to contact him, to even speak. Much as she had kept his iconography with her, there really was nothing. But he knew her.
She began to wonder why he never was present, or if she just didn't see him in her life. Had he ever even been there? Or was he just cashing in, now? Her lips pursed, feeling that cramping need twist tighter in her again.
Unable to stand still anymore, Mavis set her jaw, turning back towards the house. She would be damned if she didn't try something, at least. Casual research into and interest in the new witch movements- publicized by people on the internet everywhere- didn't mean she was completely clueless. Only mostly.
But this sort of thing, Mavis really didn't know what she was doing and so many people warned and warned and warned about doing spiritual stuff like this without proper protections or knowledge or strength. And those people were all pagans, earth-worshippers, not Satanists. All the Satanists she knew were non-theological. It was all just theory and logic, nothing spiritual about it.
There seemed to be some blend, as far as she could tell, between 'spirits' meaning ambient, ancient things, unnatural things, and the dead, at least in the things she [i had] seen. However, there really weren't any black witches in anything but fiction, that she knew of. And that felt like the kind of person she needed to ask. The kind that actually believed in him- in the Devil. Because surely she wasn't the only one?
Mavis' stomach hurt. She had no idea what else to do. Surely the Devil himself didn't have social media she could stalk, so... what else was left?
Sighing, Mavis turned and went back to the house. She slowed down just outside. How [i does] one legitimately go about this? Mavis realized that most of her 'knowledge' was drawing from movies, television, and some 'witches' online. But she never knew if she wholly believed in it. A part of her always wanted to. But would that even work? Was she too amateurish to have this work? Or not fuck up royally and make something even worse happen? Get something attached to her that she knew nothing about?
Hesitating, Mavis looked down at her hands, feeling torn. She needed to speak to him. Her mother couldn't help, she was a Catholic casual. And she had kept this hidden from her since she was born. She might even try and stop her.
Well, best to try something and see if it worked. In her limited knowledge, Mavis went and found the box of Epsom salts under the sink. Would this work? They certainly had enough of it, their little canister of cooking salt wouldn't make a very big circle... but did size matter? Epsom salts were inorganic. Something in her stomach told her that might not work. Organic compounds sounded best. Small circle, then. Normal salt. She grabbed that.
Creeping upstairs, Mavis knew she couldn't do this in the house, so she would grab what she needed and go somewhere else. Her parents would freak out. She knew that. Considering they kept this from her for this long, they would want to keep as much of this away from them and her as possible. Maybe the barn, then.
Drawing on each and every thing she knew about witchcraft, Mavis grabbed candles. She knew each color would be ideal, but she only mostly had white pillar candles, one purple taper, some black pillar candles and one red one. So, would white be able to represent the other elements well enough? That was neutral, right?
Anxiety was pulling at her, but she was doing this anyways. She went into her room and grabbed the Baphomet idol she kept with her in her kind of decorative altar. Mavis always felt like such a poser, never actually practicing, but looking the part. But she had some bits and pieces. And most of magic was intention, wasn't it? Putting that out into the ether and hoping that nothing else bad came through?? She just wanted Satan himself, that's perfectly fine and a normal thing that people did their first time trying to contact something spiritual, yup, what could go wrong here?
Juggling her armful of candles, holders, matches, salt, her one quartz crystal, a bowl, water bottle and idols, Mavis went back outside and into the barn, flipping the light switch on with her elbow. It was a large hay and dairy barn and she was sure the horses, goats and Hilde their cow wouldn't mind her using the barn floor. The lightbulbs were old, and so spread out that it made the barn kind of dim. You probably shouldn't read in here, but you could work, and feed the animals. That's all you really needed. But in this instance it made it kind of spooky. It was so quiet out here, now that she had taken her earphones out. She swore under her breath, softly, and went deeper inside.
Carefully setting her spread down on a hay bale next to the short set of stairs up into the hay storage area she looked around at her surroundings. The hay scattered dirt floor and the silence made it almost seem like the animals, the very air knew what she was about to attempt.
Mavis looked down at it all again, sitting there. It all looked right, at least.
She swallowed and knelt, and thought about it a bit. A lot could go wrong here. But she was closing her eyes to that, heeding her desperation now. She was wearing her pendant, it would be fine, right?
Taking a deep breath, Mavis took the salt and went to the spot on the floor she wanted and made the five points of the star, closing the pentacle with a circle. She seated herself at its top point, at the spirit point . Bringing up her phone, Mavis thumbed through until she found at a diagram that showed at which point each element went. Four points for the elements, and one for soul/spirit.
White for water, since she didn't have blue, and on earth. In front of them, she set down her bowl and filled it with water, and then set her quartz in front of earth. She [i did] have a red one, so that went in its place, and there she had no idea what to put there. The candle would be burning so is that enough? Did she need... more fire?? A bowl with burning things in it? That sounded about right, and she did have something like that she could set up...
She took her idol and paused there. What element was he associated with? Popular media would suggest fire but his supposed realm was in the earth, so was it earth? Old world religions worshipped the earth, and her spirituality with him regarded the self. So... spirit? Should he share her element? But he was the subject, the summons, so shouldn't he be in the center?? She sat there, glancing between all of them, and considering how the Baphomet symbolized balance and binaries, and the self and all of these things.
"[B Fuck, I don't know,]" Mavis breathed, shifting the idol to one hand and googling the Satanic circle with the other. That had symbols in it. And the goat was the whole thing, so... Center?
Setting her phone down, she reached out and set the idol in the center. Taking the salt again, she poured it in her hands and drew the inner circle of the pentagram, which was what it was now, officially, now that she added in these symbols. She did so by letting the salt slip through her fingers as she drew the symbols, dusting the rest off on herself when she finished. She surveyed her work. This was the difference between the pentacle and the pentagram, right?? She was wracking her brain to try and put all of this together.
Mavis took the black candle and put it next to the baphomet so she could see it better; the subject. The purple she put at her knees in its holder, for spirit. Or was it white that was spirit? Because it was neutral? Shit. She still didn't know, and no matter how many google keywords she tried, all she got was how to buy pentacle [i shaped] candles in purple and a bunch of Catholic pentecost stuff. Not what she needed. Oh well.
Sighing and taking a match, she lit each candle, and lastly the black one at the center. Sitting back, she took in her work. it certainly looked legitimate now. Her pocket knife she was deeply aware of in her back pocket.
Looking out at the circle, Mavis hesitated on that. TV always said offer blood, but the idea of giving this thing pieces of her made her very Irish superstitions about body parts hesitate.
What did she do now? Mavis stared at the face of the Baphomet in the center as if it would give her answers, searching her thoughts again as to what she could do. She knew how to do spirit boards, because who didn't when you were white and were once a middle and high schooler in a small town? But she didn't know how to open and close [i this] correspondence.
Sitting there on her knees she bit her lip, chewing on it in thought. The real silence of the night was getting to her now. The animals would shuffle, now that some of them were awake since she had turned the lights on, and the crickets outside. An owl somewhere gave her a start and her teeth caught on a chapped bit of skin, pulling it off. Mavis' hand went to her mouth, knowing the feeling of pulling off something too deep, and pulled her finger back with a bit of blood on it.
"[B Mother of-]" her hand went to her pocket, pulling out her handkerchief, and pressed it against her lip. "[B fuck, goddammit.]"
It was a bad habit of hers that she was trying really hard to kick.
[size12 Damion had returned, for the moment, to hell. He had a satisfied smile on his face. The screams of all the tortured souls were dimmed by the walls of his castle as he sat upon his throne.] [+red “I take it your trip to the surface went well?”]
[size12 The voice came from one of the demons that worked as a servant in the castle. Not all the demons were grotesque in appearance. Some were quite lovely like this one was. Of course, Damion couldn’t keep track of names as there were so many of them.] [b “Indeed it has. I will be returning soon.”]
[+red “Contract, I assume?”]
[size12 The devil simply nodded. The demon handed Damion a golden goblet filled with wine. Once the room was cleared, Damion’s mood instantly changed. He went from smiling and upright to blank and slightly hunched over. He heaved a sigh as he rubs his eyes.] [b “This repetitive life has made me so…..dull. Or maybe empty is better? Hasn’t it been long enough?”] [size12 He said, voice empty of it’s usual silk and instead sounded more like a tired man. They say the devil doesn’t sleep but right now, he needs a nap. And honestly, that sounds like a brilliant idea.]
[size12 Damion made his way to his bedroom, if anyone could call it that. The room looked as if it came right out of a billionaires mansion. Silk, fine wood furniture, and expensive electronics. Being the ruler of hell, Damion could have anything he wanted. And what he wanted right now was the bed, which was massive and big enough to hold at least 10 people comfortably. He undressed down to just his undies, flinging the pieces of his suit here and everywhere. A shoe landed on the coat rack somehow and his tie on a lamp. He then flopped into the bed face first. It was that ‘I’m too tired to move the covers so I’m just gonna flop here like a dead fish and sleep’ flop. His feet were off the edge of the bed so he wiggled up a bit more and then just stayed there. It wasn’t long till the sound of muffled snores could be heard through the comforter. He was out cold. Guess he really needed the nap.]
[size12 Some time had passed when Damion finally woke up. He had rolled onto his back sometime in his sleep and sprawled out. He sat up and yawned.] [b “Guess I needed that. Been sleeping more than I used to. I have no energy these days.”] [size12 He mumbles before hopping over the edge of the bed and making his way into the bathroom. Of course, the bathroom was just as luxurious as the bedroom. Massive jacuzzi tub, gold goats head faucet and shower head, gold trimmed brimstone vanity counter with a white marble sink and gold goats head faucet. Even the mirror was trimmed in gold.]
[size12 Damion looked in the mirror and chuckled. His hair was in such disarray that it was almost an afro. He quickly got the shower running and took a quick shower. It helped wake him up and put a little spring in his step. Once he was dressed and his hair styled back, he was back to looking sharp and, well, devilish. He had a little more spring in his step and seemed more uplifted. He wandered to the throne room only to be met with a face he really didn’t want to see.] [b “Ugh. Why did you have to ruin my good mood, Micheal.”]
[+red “What? Can’t your brother come visit every now and then to check up on you?”]
[b “It’s called a phone. Learn how to use one.”]
[size12 Micheal huffed then smiled.] [+red “Don’t be like that.”]
[b “I know what this is about. You’re trying to weasel your way into my heart again to get me to stop making contracts with humans and to stop going to the surface. I know you and countless others oppose me doing that but it’s not up to you to decide what I do. Either give up and leave me alone or risk pissing me off and forcing me to start another war.”]
[size12 The angel's face changed to a more serious look.] [+red “You don’t have the power.”]
[size12 Damion’s eyes glowed bright red with his anger.] [b “I have an army of demons that’s several times larger than what I had during the rebellion. Don’t fucking test me.”]
[size12 The angel’s face twisted with anger but under it was fear.] [+red “Che. Sometimes I wonder why He let you live.”]
[b “I wonder the same thing. Now get out of my kingdom before I throw you out.”] [size12 With that, Micheal left without a word.] [b “Of all the faces I had to see when I first wake up, it was that ugly mug. I'd rather wake up to a horse's ass in my face than that. Hell, I’d rather wake up and see tickets to a Miley Cyrus or Justin Bieber concert super glued to my forehead. Yugh.”] [size12 He said as a shiver went up his spine from the encounter.]
[size12 A maid came by with a tray carrying a mug of coffee. Damion plucked it off the tray and downed the whole thing in about 10 seconds. He adjusted his suit, ran a hand through his hair and he was ready to go. He ripped open a portal between hell and the surface and stepped through. The current time on the surface should be early night. Maybe he would hit a couple bars. Maybe he’d just wander around. And who knows. He might just run into the girl again. Or perhaps, because of the seed he planted in her mind, she’s out there seeking him out.]
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/7d/b9/3b7db9c9a43102431f4e12268eb3adc1.jpg]] [font "Times" [size15 She couldn't help the flush of compliment that bloomed in her face at being described as devilish. It made her eyes drop from him. Maybe she was being a bit judgy and defensive... Beyond that she was in [i no] way expecting that to affect her so much. Though, at that last, weird mention about 'being like him' she had to give him another look, confused and wary about that.
She gave him another glance over to see some form of indicator that he was potentially- goth? alternative? Satanist?? Luciferian?- similar to her. Studs, certain black on black patterns, any emblem... Nothing gave. What an odd thing to say.
And he apologized. Mavis' stance, defensive, turned deliberately away from him and toward the bookshelf, opened a bit, as did her face to him. Her features softened a bit, put at ease with how well he took her rejection. That was really what she had been afraid of. Making him mad. Making him lash out at her. Men did that. Rejection tantrums, potentially even mean, harmful things to women.
But all of those thoughts were dashed when he gave her a last, parting comment. Her mother??
Mavis' first thought was wondering why the hell he didn't just introduce himself as so and so, hello, I know your mother from here and there and I recognize you (probably) from this or that. But he disappeared before she could properly call him back.
Meaning he left in the sense that Mavis found herself unable to follow, even when she called 'hey wait!' and got back out of the aisle to follow after him, reaching around to catch him if she could, he literally was gone. Like, poof. She stood there a moment, mouth hanging open, and stared around, holding her cup against herself with both hands to try and find him if she just somehow missed him. But nope, he was legitimately vanished, and she soon gave up, feeling a pad of uncomfortable upset about the unresolved conversation sit in the pit of her stomach for the rest of the day. She still didn't want to go home yet, but things were weighing on her now...
So she finished shopping around until at least the anxious energy was gone, and headed home.
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Mavis opened the door, stepping into the house. "[B Hello~!]" her standard greeting, both of theirs, walking into the home. "[B Mom?]" she called into it, hearing her mother answer from deeper inside.
What Mavis had initially thought was going to be a normal conversation about some work friend or someone Mavis just didn't know had turned into something other. She didn't know what to call it other than simply that; other. Different. She felt that pit in her stomach begin to yawn in fear as she saw the expression on her parents' faces when she started to describe the Devil, she would learn shortly thereafter.
Initially she was hurt. Fear tingled at the back of her skull, briefly, at having assumed he was just some rando creeping on a woman alone in a bookstore. Secondly, she was wounded at the prospect that this- idol? Figurehead?- that she had begun to silently cling to in the vapid space left by disillusionment with God, with life, with 'devout' Christians she had met him with so little ceremony. A little bit of embarrassment followed at her own actions, and what shocked her was it was a bit of- relief. She [i did] belong somewhere. And that somewhere was outside of the house of god, where she thought she belonged, but had no idea if it was real, was there. But fear was overtaking all of that. Of not knowing what this meant, what she was, now, and what he would desire of her, how she was [i property] and how angry that label made her.
It was a lot.
Mavis swallowed, exhaling softly, and dropped her gaze to chew on that for a few more seconds. Many seconds.
Her mother clasped her hands, eyes locked on her daughter, and gave her some time. Her dad was standing next to mom, just behind, with his hands on her shoulders in silent support. This wasn't his talk he needed to have with Mavis, though a part of him felt deeply guilty for not tellign her anyways, much as he had wanted to respect his wife's wishes on the matter above all.
The silence ate at them, feeling whole and large and thick, separating the three of them. They could practically see Mavis pulling away from them, even as she sat there, quiet, outwardly calm.
"[+teal ...I don't want to rush you, but I'm feeling a bit nervous.]"
Mavis' brow furrowed a bit, looking back up at her mother. "[B What was your reason?]"
Her mother's already trembling, tearful eyes spilled over, leaping down her face. "[+teal I wanted to live,]" she said, voice cracking, now more breath than words. "[+teal I wanted to raise you, see you, and love you. I had no idea he would [i take] you.]"
[i He hasn't taken me yet,] thought Mavis to herself, her mouth pursing, screwing tightly to the side. And now what to do about that.
Another few moments of silence as she mulled this over. Surprisingly, Mavis wasn't feeling too many emotions at once. She had expected to have a breakdown herself, this void was a bit strange. It was probably because she wasn't fully comprehending all of this. The part of her that was relieved was settling a fine dose of dissociative calm over everything. It felt so far away, like she was watching something on a show, or reading for a part in one.
"[B Why didn't you say anything?]"
Her mother wiped her eyes, sniffling, and covered her mouth briefly. "[+teal You were a baby, initially, I couldn't think how to explain it all to a toddler. And then... I didn't know how to explain it. I half wondered if he didn't visit you at night, or when you were walking home from school or... when you- [i decided] to start dressing the way you do, I sort of assumed.]"
Mavis then looked to her father, "[+green And I wanted to respect her decision.]"
That sounded like movie plot material, the same type of drama she had been, basically, illogically, expecting to have right now. She almost felt validated, in a way. Her hand went to her baphomet pendant. Why visit only now? What were his limits? Powers? [i Demands?] This was a lot to take in. A part of her wished she had the both of them here, sat down, to talk out the details of this contract, but it seemed relatively straightforward.
"[+teal I can't ask you not to be mad at me, I can't- explain most of it. I was scared.]"
Mavis looked back up at her again, "[B Of course you were,]" she said, feeling her voice deaden and grow quieter.
As much as this was generally her reaction to panic, or upset. Numbness. Emptiness. Mavis wasn't a fan. It had the tendency to all leak out on accident some other, inopportune time in the future.
"[B I can't- I don't really understand your circumstances, so I'm- upset, of course, at the being sold part. But a part of me is- okay with it? Like-]" she felt a laugh come out of her, something brittle and on the verge of something else, worse. Her hand brushed over her head and hair, needing the texture to continue sitting in this chair. "[B I don't think I can like, logically deny- or- I don't know. I just- need to figure out [i how] owned I am, I guess.]"
She looked up at her father, confusion lining her face in that way that she understood what was happening, just not what she was feeling. The information was coming in, processing, but the emotional knot wasn't exactly untangling with the presentation [i of] said information.
Mavis was already making up her mind that she wasn't going to get pulled into any other realms, dimensions, or places at all. Not a chance. She had to figure out what catches her mother definitely didn't get informed of when she made this deal. That was popular fiction about any creature like this. Demon or fey. There's always more they don't tell you by omission, if not a straight out lie in the former's case. She would have to see, which meant she would have to see him again, and hopefully on neutral ground, if she wasn't about to get pulled through some goddamned portal now that this information had been passed to her and the big man himself had visited her.
It was a lot to think about.
She stood up, eyes still absent, not focusing on anything specifically.
"[B Hey, uh, I think I'm going to go change into some pants and take a walk.]"
And so, after standing and kind of just walking into her parents, needing the physical contact of being enveloped in a rather uncomfortable hug for a moment, Mavis went upstairs. Pants. Boots. Black coat. All black, actually, so not great walking in the evening clothes but it was the wardrobe that she had at the ready right now.
She needed to kind of just wander and be alone and not in the house right now, so she went out into the fields behind the house, traversing the boundary patches of trees. Towards the one field she knew was young hay grass right now, so basically just a huge lawn at the moment, with one, standing oak tree in it. It was where she just sort of went, either alone or with friends. God and the Devil both, probably, knew that she and her friends had climbed all over it. And there she stood, staring over the still landscape with her earbuds in her ear trying to filter out the music and playlists that didn't make sense with what she was feeling right now. Which was a lot of things. It was a tiny, obsessive, controlling thing she could do to sort of begin to organize all of this.
[size12 Not the reaction expected. How could a compliment be creepy? Damion’s smile faltered just a little. It seemed his good natured air he wanted have didn’t have the intended effect. In fact, it was having the opposite effect.]
[size12 Being the master at what he does, Damion has never failed to charm a person. Maybe this young girl has some sort of natural defense against him? Or maybe she unconsciously knew who, or rather what, he was and didn’t fall for his tricks? Or maybe she can see past the charm? Who knows what the case is. It kinda made Damion a touch bit annoyed. Of course it never showed.]
[b “It’s just a compliment, dear.”] [size12 He said.] [b “Most people stick to the normal and boring looks. It’s nice to see something a little devilish to stand out from the crowd. Unique. Lovely. Like a dark flower among all the white ones. Reminds me of me, really. The wolf among all the lambs.”]
[size12 He had given her quite a shock but she had regained her composure. Though she was still flustered and probably wanted to bolt out of there. He wouldn’t stop her, of course. He’s not that mean. She seemed to have given him a couple glances as if getting a better idea of his form over the past few minutes since his arrival. When she declined his offer, he gave a small frown.] [b “Aww. Alright then.”] [size12 He said with a small sigh. He then pulled out a pocket watch from the inner pocket of his jacket and popped it open. The cover on the watch had markings that appeared to be an intricate goats head design in an inverted star. The eyes held rubies that were as crimson as freshly spilled blood. Only those that recognized that particular design and what it symbolized.] [b “Oh dear. Look at the time. I do apologize if I caused you any distress.”] [size12 He turned to leave but stopped and glanced back.] [b “Oh, and be a dear and tell your mom I said hello and that I hope she has been doing well.”] [size12 And then he left.]
[size12 Damion had mentioned the girls mom as if he knew her. And he did, in a sense. Leaving the girl with that little jolt might get the ball rolling in his favor a bit more. But who knows what will happen now that he left a bombshell in the girls hands. It’s a matter of what sets it off.]
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/7d/b9/3b7db9c9a43102431f4e12268eb3adc1.jpg]] [font "Times" [size15 Sighing softly, Mavis looked at the color palette change in this section of the mange. From the cute pastels and fonts, it changed to black, yellow, and red mostly. She was satisfied here, trying to pretend she wasn't buzzing with anxiety at being spotted again and started to look at the spines of the series' again.
A voice summoned her attention to glance over, thinking she was overhearing a conversation of someone else. Mavis was the only person in this aisle right now, so perhaps it was a passing individual, or a clerk looking to assist her wandering around. But when she looked over, the man had appeared next to her. He was leaned casually against the end cap of the shelves she was looking at.
Mavis' mouth slipped from the straw of her drink, staring at him. At first it was in incomprehension as her brain caught up to the fact that just moments ago he was so far away, she thought. Right? And that meant he had not only recognized her, but had decided to tease her. Her face heated again, this time in confused consternation, feeling distinctly infantilized by being 'lovely'. This would be the first time anyone approached her like this, though.
Her brows pressed together, "[B That is the creepiest thing you could say to someone,]" she said, glancing him over. Jaunty grin, suit and all. He at face value didn't look like her type. Mavis was covered in chains, studs, Baphomet and skull imagery, and he had... a tie pin. Dear god. She bet he drove a BMW to top it off. Her eyes returned to his face, arching a brow.
She shook her head, "[B No thanks, I'm good.]" It took a bit, but she had regained her composure some after the shock earlier. That didn't mean her face hadn't stopped feeling hot, panic simmering in her throat and chest, fear for making him angry, but she stoically stood still and turned her attention back to the books.
She reached for a title that looked interesting on one of the higher shelves. Mavis was tall, so she could reach. The employee back stock was above most people's reach, that wasn't what she was after, just this thing that looked spooky. She slipped it out and turned it over to read the back.
[size12 That was an interesting reaction. He wasn’t expecting her to turn bashful like that. It was kind of cute. He gave a little huff, a big smile on his face and his arms crossing over his chest as he watched his target wander off to another part of the bookstore.] [b “She’s cuter than I was expecting her to be. Maybe I’m jumping headfirst into the fire on this but I can tell this is going to be fun.”] [size12 Leave it to the devil to find a game in messing with someone.]
[size12 What to do next? Wait till she comes back out to greet her or wander on in and give her little spook? Or maybe be a gentleman for once and buy the girl something. Well, give her reaction to noticing him, doing anything would make her jump. She seemed startled enough as it was. What a predicament to put the devil into.]
[size12 Damion was going around in circles at this point. He wasn’t expecting for the girl to come out of the store now that she has him on her radar and she seems to be very aware of him. He decided to do something nice for the young girl.] [b “Now to get down there without making a scene. The old fashioned way will have to do, I suppose.”]
[size12 Damion, being quick on his feet, made his way to the stairs that were nearby. He slid down the railing instead of actually walking down because of course he would. He trotted his way over to the bookstore and saw the girl was still there. The beacon that was the mark he gave her told him that. He didn’t make himself too known. He didn’t want to freak her out too badly. Well, following her around has got her flustered enough.]
[size12 He casually wandered around, picking at books here and there. The christian literature section always got a giggle out of him. Every one of the books said God was righteous and just. That’s only from the humans point of view though. There’s so, so much more to it that what people think there is. Something that runs so much deeper.]
[size12 It wasn’t until Damion peeked around the corner into the horror section where he spotted the girl.] [b “Oh. Well, hello there. You looked lovely from up above so I thought I’d get an up close look. You’re just as lovely if not prettier.”] [size12 He said with that silky smooth voice of his and soft, welcoming smile. He was standing off to the side near the end of the bookcase as to not block any exit. He didn’t want to force the girl to stay. Of course if she left, he would wander after her.] [b “If there’s a book or 5 you want, I’ll buy them for you. And if you’d like, I’ll buy you something to eat as well. My treat.”] [size12 Damion hoped the girl would accept his offer. If not the books then at least the food. He’d be out of ideas to get her to stay with him a bit so he could talk to her.]
[size12 The devil out of ideas? Preposterous.]
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/7d/b9/3b7db9c9a43102431f4e12268eb3adc1.jpg]] [font "Times" [size15 As he was floating, the devil would note that glimmering in the lights as she passed this or that display in a storefront, within the multitude of necklace chains she was wearing layered together that day there was a singular pendant. That pendant was a horned skull atop a down turned, five pointed star. It sat at that spot just below her collarbones.
She stopped in front of the clothing stores, looking into them for a few moments. New pairing ideas came up for the items she found in the stores. Things she'd like... Things... that were also probably $60-80 and she most definitely didn't have room to frivolously buy right now, redoing her wardrobe or no. Mavis moaned a bit, telling herself not to tempt herself with window shopping right now. Finish those book collections.
It was to that pendant that her hand went and clasped as she not only saw him (awkward) but caught his eye after Mavis had stood there, staring, and wrestling with 'is that the guy...? no. wait. could it be...? It quickly devolved into glancing away politely, but then sneaking another look just to be sure before her stomach plummeted. [i He is making eye contact, abort, abort!] Mavis' face was suddenly a million degrees, feeling hot and uncomfortable as it stretched down into her chest, stalling her breath for embarrassment.
Did he recognize her? She knew he was the man she had run into by now, but did he remember?? Unfortunately, dressing like she did attracted attention sometimes, and she was usually the one or two purple-haired persons that someone would run into but was there a chance he just didn't-?
He waved. Mavis clutched her coffee cup as he waved and [i stood up] off of his lean on the banister. Noooo, please don't do this to me, she begged mentally and tried for a little grin back at him, playing casual, playing dubious. But her eyes were already shifting away.
Different aisle. Different aisle, go hide in the horror section [i now]. She shifted, moving potentially out of his sight range with a little huff. Eh, maybe it was just polite eye contact between strangers, yeah. It's fine. Try and relax and get your stomach to unknot itself.
[size12 The girl seemed to have a lot of free time currently. Never a bad thing to have. However, it’s finding things to do that tends to be a problem. Once there is free time, the brain tends to draw a blank on a to-do list.]
[size12 They say the devil always has free time and they couldn’t be more right. Though still tied down by a few heavenly laws, he still could do whatever so long as he still managed his job as the ruler of hell and didn’t cause any problems for the upstairs peeps. Of course, no one said he couldn’t pop up to the surface to mingle with the living. However, there’s some upstairs that are probably frustrated that he’s even allowed to do that. Once a rebel, always a rebel.]
[size12 Following the girl around was rather interesting. She did spend some time in the coffee shop but once she had what she needed from there, she was out and about.] [b “Wind her up, let her go. Where she stops, even the devil doesn’t know.”] [size12 Damion said with a soft chuckle as he floated around in the air, invisible to the world.]
[size12 It seemed that the girl was an explorer. At least for the moment she was. It was clear she didn’t really have much of a plan so she was just going here, there and everywhere that seemed interesting. She had made her way to the mall and begun store hopping. Even though Damion was just there, he didn’t mind coming back. The people that come in are constantly changing so there’s always something different to observe. It’s what made the mall a fun place to people watch.]
[size12 From one place to another, Damion casually moved about, keeping a discreet distance from the girl but still staying in sight. She was an interesting one, that’s for sure. Clothing didn’t seem to be something she was overly interested in as she seemed to just poke around. Maybe today just wasn’t a clothes day. But once the bookstore was reached, she seemed to brighten up a lot more. Seems books were this one’s kryptonite.]
[size12 Damion had moved up to the second floor directly across from the bookstore. He casually leaned on the railing and glanced around. Of course, this was all nonchalant to make it seem like he was just part of the crowd. He glanced from person to person, a soft smile on his face. It wasn’t too long till he noticed the girl looking up at him. He shifted so he could move a hand to give the girl a little wave, the small smile turning into something a bit brighter.] [b “I’m on her radar now it seems.”] [size12 He mumbled to himself before straightening up and adjusting his suit jacket.]
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/7d/b9/3b7db9c9a43102431f4e12268eb3adc1.jpg]] [font "Times" [size15 Mavis stood in line to make her order, gazing at the menu once she had put her phone down to make a choice. Patience she was good at, waiting to let the cashier handle whatever they needed before returning to take her order. It allowed her to space out and actually decided on a drink for a bit longer.
And now to wait, once the order was made. Mavis made her way to the long table dotted with tall stool chairs that lined the window on one side of the lobby. She got her phone out again, wondering what she wanted to be up to today. There was plenty to do; window shop, bookstores, there was a few game stores, foods to try, little gimmicky things dotting the kiosks... She had just needed out of the house. Mavis felt guilty about it, but she wasn't having an easy time with the 'potential death or terminal illness in the family' pregnancy that the air had in the house. It was really- expectant. It was strange, and her parents looked at her as if she would explode into confetti, wondering if she was real.
Her stomach was knotting up again as she thought about it, mind warping into deeper and deeper, fatalistic what ifs. Time to stop that. It was time to distract her everything from that shit.
She stood when her name was called and smiled and thanked the barista, taking charge of her cup now. Another sigh, this time a bit tired, and she brought her eyes up again to go wander around the mall. Having not really [i had] a plan when she left, she would just explore, she figured.
There were certainly plenty of clothing stores to go poke into, and the big, big bookstore. That had comic books, too! That sounded pretty appealing, because it had manga as well. With a self-aimed shrug she decided that would be the trajectory and headed up there.
Having mostly given up her manga reading days when they moved, Mavis now with a bit of a disposable income and a little bit of time on her hands these days was slowly picking it up again, and maybe planning to finish out the series she had started as a wee teen. So she went up into that section, nosing around among the books with a huff. Popular stuff was there, still, but it was mostly only the first couple of volumes for the other stuff, and then the newest releases if they were going. 1, 2, 4... 22, and 23.
She sighed, putting the horror title back and figured she could probably get it online, somewhere, nursing her iced drink more. She pushed her glasses up her face again, staring off over the bookstore's atrium to the other half of the second floor. Was that... the guy she had run into earlier?
[size12 Oh what a glorious time. Granted, having the freedom to slip between realms was handy but it was always certain days that always put a little skip in his step. It was another day of claiming.]
[size12 Being dramatic was definitely a devil thing but this time, subtle was more the tune to dance to. Haivn the ability to be anywhere with just a thought comes in handy. Getting around is rather easy that way. WIth a bit of a poof, Damion, as he calls himself in this realm, appears up on top of a building. At the moment, he keeps himself invisible.] [b “Lovely day. I think I’ll take a stroll around town before I make contact with the girl. Even the devil needs a break from work now and then.”] [size12 He says to himself before vanishing in a plume of smoke.]
[size12 Damion reappears, still invisible, in an alleyway and then steps out making himself visible as he did. He adjusted his suit and wrist cuffs, a smug smile on his face.] [b “Where to first. Perhaps something to eat? Or maybe someplace fun? Or perhaps both? Hmm. Both.”] [size12 He put a spring in his step and wandered off to the mall.]
[size12 The mall always fascinated Damion. Since the idea of it was created, he was fascinated by the idea of having different stores crammed into one location. And then there was the food court. It was mostly fast food but even the devil enjoyed a good greasy burger and fries with a milkshake every now and then. It’s not like it could go to his hips or anything. People watching was his main pastime while at any mall. From kids to elders, there were all kinds of people wandering about. Some had tainted souls, others were pure. It was a mixed bag of nuts, so to speak. It was always an interesting trip. Specially the kids. He would occasionally do a little ‘magic’ trick for the kids like make a tiny snake appear out of his pocket or light his fingertips on fire and juggle the tiny flames. The parents were wary of the tricks but the kids seemed to enjoy it.]
[size12 After spending some time at the mall and getting his fill of greasy fast food, Damion decided it was time to find the girl. He left the mall and started walking when something in his mind told him the girl was near.] [b “Well, now.”] [size12 He mumbled to himself with a smirk. He vanished and reappeared on top of a building to get a better view and sure enough, there the girl was. The mark he left on her, though invisible to everyone else but him, glowed like a beacon.] [b “Found you.”]
[size12 Damion returned back to where he was before and kept walking towards the direction the girl was in. She was on the phone and seemed quite distracted. He purposely put himself in a position where she would bump into him. He wanted to start getting her attention though he wanted to do it subtly. The soft whump of face meeting chest and the girl bouncing off was kind of comical. Her almost frantic apology brought a smile to his face. She was off into the coffee shop before he could say anything.] [b “Well, then. I think that was a good start.”] [size12 He said softly to himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets and vanished into thin air.]
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/7d/b9/3b7db9c9a43102431f4e12268eb3adc1.jpg]] [font "Times" [size15 Mavis Seersucker was a 5'10" Scots-Irish college student in her second year who dyed her hair, pierced her ears and wore black lipstick. Her hair colors had ranged, generally, from purple, to blue, to platinum, to black, but recently she was lazily not recoloring a purple job she had paid for some weeks back and so it was slowly fading on her head, but the nice thing about purple was it didn't get weird, usually. Usually it faded to this lavender/grey color she wasn't mad about.
Her parents were teary, which wasn't unheard of. She had just turned 21, which meant legal drinking, and that comes with all sorts of mess, she knew. And she wasn't living at home anymore. Part of it she definitely understood, but it was almost like she was never coming back.
"[+purple Is that normal?]" she asked, fingering the earring on her free ear, the phone on the other one. "[+purple What did your parents do when you were to college? They got all like misty and weird?]"
Her cousin on the other end laughed a bit, "[#002DE0 I mean, a little. My birthday is in the summer, so I had a party before I left and everyone who was there was all [i crying] like- no tears falling but eyes all shiny, you know? And mom would make overtures about how lonely she got, but nothing really major. We don't really have helicopter parents, you know?]"
"[+purple Right, we don't. Like I can go a couple weeks or so without any contact from mom, and dad like calls me when he's bored but they weren't ever this [i weird] about it, you know? I don't know...]"
Mavis' voice rose in an uncertain hum, eyes distant as she walked down the sidewalk into the mall. Not looking where she was going, she didn't see the person in front of her until she had run solidly into them. Not enough to jostle them back, but enough to smush her face, briefly, into their shoulder, or chest/arm type area. She actually didn't know as she sort of bounced, or slid, off of them with her momentum, because not only was she not watching where she was going, she had been power walking, absently in her agitation.
Her mouth fell open in shock and embarrassment, eyes darting up and back over to their face. "[+purple Oh my god I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching.]"
A flush of discomfort colored her face as she kept walking, seeing the person just stare at them. The flush felt worse, heating her face and then dropping low into her stomach as she pulled her purse closer to herself so as not to bonk into anyone else and kept going.
"[+purple -no, I ran into someone. I wasn't paying attention...]" she answered in a mumble.
She ducked into a little coffee shop on the edge of the mall, before you got to the inside and the retail storefronts. She was out and about because she was restless, stuck at home, still had pocket money, some errands to do, and wasn't sure what to do with her parents acting like that. She was beginning to wonder if something else was going on, something bigger and more upsetting. Was someone sick? Were one pf [i them] sick?? Her stomach knotted tighter at that thought.
"[+purple Yeah, Dan, I'm inside now and I'm gonna have to put you down. I want to order a drink and I don't want to be rude. Can we text? Thanks. Bye.]" Mavis hung up the phone and turned her attention to the menu board, hoping they had iced- yes, they had iced lattes. Awesome.
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