Casually Insane

Burning Passion (Kimi & Casually Insane)

It was with visible relief that Sarah sagged into her seat at Nefas finally stepped away. She still couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from that gaze, though. "In- In that case, let's go get some burgers," she suggested, her speech steadily returning to normal. "It's cheaper, and money's a little tight for me right now." She used to work as an assistant in the library here, but they'd dismissed her for reading on the job. Normally, that wouldn't be worth dismissing someone over, but even Sarah had to admit that reading for six of the eight hours in a shift was probably not one of her wisest ideas.

She glanced down at her assignment. If the Princess didn't get hungry, there was probably no need to rush. "Tell you what: give me about 15 minutes to finish this up, then we can head out. It's pretty close to campus, so..." Hm. Actually, how would they get there? Normally, she just rode her bike, but there wasn't room for two on it. "Do you have a bike?" she asked. "Or, well, rather, do you even know what that is? No offense!" she added suddenly. "I just, y'know, if you haven't been here before..." She stopped before she dug herself into any further holes. "Actually, nevermind. We can just walk."

Burning Passion (Kimi & Casually Insane)

Ohhhhhh, it was definitely getting hotter in there, and she especially felt it on her face, which continued to grow redder. Sarah felt herself sinking into her chair, though her eyes were locked on Nefas's. She let out a little more nervous laughter, feeling rather like a chipmunk under the eyes of a falcon. "Um... Y-Yeah! That sounds, um... fun?" she responded, not quite sure of how she could take the invitation. It hadn't sounded like a death threat, but seeing as this was the Princess of Hell, who was she to judge the meaning?

She was also growing increasingly uncomfortable beneath the woman's piercing - though not unkind - gaze. "So, uh, hey! Here's a thought: it's almost time for supper! You, um, wanna... go somewhere to eat or something?" She paused, then quickly added, "I-I'll buy, of course!" Did demons even use money? Either way, it probably wasn't a good idea to try to tell a demoness to pay for her own meal. "There's - oh, let's see - there's, uh... a really nice Italian place nearby, or we could go out for hamburgers! Interested?" She was speaking in more fast, hurried tones - if she didn't get out from under Nefas's gaze soon, she was afraid she'd pass out from the sheer heat she felt in her face at the moment.

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

^-^ No worries there, Paxton! It's not you, it's humanity in general!
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._. ...It occurs to me that this is not necessarily an improvement.

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

Oooh... You hit the bad button this time.

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

Mira's cheshire grin returned. "Very well, but since I fulfilled it properly, I'm afraid you don't get that wish back." She snapped her fingers, and just like that, the magic was lifted. "The next time your lacrosse team attempts to play, they'll find all their skills are just as they were before... as are yours, of course." She smiled and leaned back in the air as though relaxing on an invisible recliner. In fact, she would have stayed that very way had Paxton not uttered those next few, dangerous words.

"Do you make all your masters miserable? Or am I just special?"

Oh no. Oh no no no no no no. He did not just say that.

"Miserable?" she repeated, rising back up to look at him again. "Miserable? I mess with you for one wish, and you claim I am making you miserable?!" Her voice was steadily rising as she spoke, ending with her almost shouting. Even the smoke behind her seemed to be getting more and more stirred up as she swooped down to his level and grabbed him by the shirt, forcing him to look her in the eyes - eyes that were currently very unpleasant to look at. "Listen here, you pathetic little twerp! I offered to give you three wishes. Three wishes! You can literally have anything your heart desires with just a word and a will, and you claim I am making you miserable?! You wanna know what miserable is, punk?! Let me tell you about 'miserable'!"

"Miserable is getting stuffed into an infinite black void with no one but your own reflection for company for centuries at a time! Miserable is living your entire life as a slave, never even able to see the sunlight unless you're collared and bound to a master to serve! Miserable is being promised time and time and time again that you would be wished free, free to live a life you've never known, a life you've only dared to dream you'd ever get to know in your wildest and most desperate of dreams, only to be told each and every last time that this pathetic human being - whom you're bound to without any say-so on your part - has decided to take that last wish back and use it on themselves! And then, after all the hoping and dreaming of what your life might be like, walking about on my own legs, moving and doing what I want to do for a change, I get sucked back into that gold-covered prison cell, only to wait to do the same thing over again!"

She jabbed a finger into his chest. "So the next time you dare tell me that I make you miserable, take a moment and consider the life you have, cuz at least you get to have one!" With that, she all but threw his shirt back at him and disappeared into her lamp. When she was inside, she let out a scream that seemed to shake the very darkness that surrounded her.

She knew what Paxton had meant, but she didn't care. She'd had that building up for hundreds of years now; it had just been waiting for an excuse to come out.

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

It took every ounce of Mira's self-control not to burst out laughing as the muscular boy explained the situation to Paxton. When they were alone, however, and Paxton demanded to know what had happened, she finally lost it. "Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" She laughed a moment, then managed to calm down - though a cheshire grin was still plastered to her face. "Why, whatever do you mean, Master?" she asked in mock innocence. "I simply granted your wish exactly as you worded it: you are now the single greatest lacrosse player at this entire school. Congratulations." Just to rub it in worse, she conjured two large party poppers that exploded into confetti and ribbons, all of which rained down on Paxton before disappearing a moment later.

Was it harsh? Probably. But so was her lot in life. Her grin turned into a smirk as she beheld Paxton's angry face. "I seem to recall us making a deal, Master. So, wouldn't you agree that I have fulfilled your wish to the letter?"

Practically Spellbound [Casually Insane + Summer]

"The genie might not have been able to lie, but she could definitely keep her mouth shut if she wanted to."

XD I couldn't have said it better myself!

Burning Passion (Kimi & Casually Insane)

"Sounds, uh, nice..." she muttered, still blushing and facing her desk, desperately wishing a hole would open in the floor and swallow her for a few hours or so. Naturally, however, the floor stubbornly remained solid and hole-less. She sighed as she tried to focus on her work again, which proved very difficult as two very warm and smooth arms suddenly encircled her and turned her to be face-to-face with Nefas, who was standing very close to her right now. She felt her heart hammering in her chest, and she couldn't tell if it was fear, or... something else.

"You... think so?" she asked, still blushing terribly. Sarah had always been teased as a child about how she looked, and although she now knew logically that it had just been simple teasing, she was still very insecure about her appearance. "Um, thanks, I guess... You, uh, you look really pretty yourself." At this point, her mouth felt like it was moving without any conscious thought from her, but being told by a demoness that one would make a good Succubus was... not something she was used to, to put it lightly. So, she was responding in the only way she knew how: babbling nervously like an idiot and hoping she didn't make a fool of herself. "I've... never actually met a Succubus, so I... guess I'll just have to take your word for it. Eheheheh..."

Wow, she was getting hot. Was all that coming from Nefas? Somehow, she kind of didn't think so.

Burning Passion (Kimi & Casually Insane)

Sarah couldn't help but smile; for the daughter of the devil, Nefas was almost like a little child: every new thing excited her. It was fun... if not still a bit strange. When she said please, Sarah's smile grew even wider. "That's the word," she told her, "and thank you for being so polite about it. Yes, you may have another cup." She took Nefas's mug back and poured some more tea in it, returning it to her quickly and still with a smile. "There you go! If you want any more, the kettle's still about half full, so feel free to get as much as you like." With that, she returned to her seat and placed her own cup of tea beside her - it was still too hot for her to drink. That, however, is when she finally did notice how warm the room was becoming. After another moment, she realized the heat was coming from Nefas. She stood and stepped closer; sure enough, it got even warmer the closer she got to Nefas.

"Wow, you're really hot," she told her. Then her face turned every shade of red imaginable as she realized what she'd just said. "I-I mean, warm! Like- Like body temperature, you know? Y-Y-You're radiating heat is what I meant, not that you're-" She stopped again. "I-I mean, not to say you're not attractive - you totally are, and-" Her face turned even redder. "I- I mean- You're-" She simply sputtered until she was just standing there with a beet-red face, not saying any more for fear of further digging herself into this already embarrassing situation. Finally, she simply turned back to her chair and sat down, the heat radiating from her face almost as hot as the heat radiating from Nefas. Way to go, Sarah. Way to go.

Burning Passion (Kimi & Casually Insane)

Sarah was thankful that the demoness at least respected quiet. Suddenly, a low moan turned into a screeching whistle, and Sarah lifted her head from her work. "Huh? Oh, right! Tea's ready!" She hopped out of her chair and into the tiny kitchen, lifting the kettle from the stove and - when it was ready - pouring the tea into two small cups. They weren't exactly teacups - coffee mugs, really - but they worked. She took them both back out into the main room, where she handed one to Nefas. "Here you go," she offered. She still couldn't help but smile slightly at the idea that she had just casually served the daughter of Satan himself a cup of hot tea, but by this point, she was mostly over the shock of it.

Mostly.