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Same old story since day one, but I've got no place to run. [bowels & Glaw]

Skipping time, my thoughts exactly. :3 Where does Carly live?

Same old story since day one, but I've got no place to run. [bowels & Glaw]

Tzich huffed, he peered up at the moon and ran his tongue over his sharpened teeth. "You don't want to hunt," he began, and he grinned. "Or you don't want to be what you are? Or maybe you don't want to have existed at all. Or you don't want to think about it, because you've had a long day and you're high on painkillers and who's to say what you're really understanding right now."

She had to know by now that he wasn't simply going to turn her loose, just forget it because she said so, because she was the devil's daughter. She stood for everything that he had ever wanted, everything he thought he could never have again. She had to know that goodbye was not an option. He would continue to breathe this air, feel the sunlight and look up at the moon -- to stand above the smoke and sulfur and black blood flames -- if he had to sacrifice everything and everyone to keep it. Surely she knew.

His eyes were human again, and so were his teeth, when he looked at her. "So I won't press you tonight. You're not in a sound mind to be making decisions. Just look at me, and tell me if I'm lying when I tell you that if you refuse, you won't have to wait til you die to see hell. It'll be me, it'll be some other demon or the devil himself, but there'll always be someone turning every decision against you. Everything and everyone you ever loved will be torn apart, and you will be broken down piece by piece until you accept your fate, because this is fate, and fate can't be changed."

He remained still, with his back to the pillar and his hands folded behind him. "I'm not threatening you. I'm warning you. Lucifer has a plan, and you can't turn your back. Go home, and think about it."

Same old story since day one, but I've got no place to run. [bowels & Glaw]

"The fucking devil is your dad," Tzich said in a lazy sigh, "and he likes you. You're his masterpiece, you're the eagle on the totem pole of hellbound souls. But your soul doesn't belong to him until you die, if you die too soon."

He was mildly surprised that she seemed to not only understand but to accept this as fact. The expression on her face, the realization in her posture, was that of someone just given the answer to a question she'd been asking all her life. That thrill of anticipation tingled in his spine. He turned toward her fully; his eyes were the deep black of emptiness, and his mouth was sharp and grim.

"That's if you don't work off your debt. You were born to hunt demons. You've got a hunger, a strength and a power -- but I don't have to tell you that, do I?" He grinned like daggers. "The world's infested with renegade demons like that one in the alley, and it's your job to twist and break them, make them beg for mercy, and send them back home where your dad can adjust their loyalties. You're a bounty hunter, the most feared of all. I'm only here to show you how to live up to your reputation."

Peregrine [Closet & Glaw]

No problem at all, I figured as much. ;) Hope things calm down for you soon!

Same old story since day one, but I've got no place to run. [bowels & Glaw]

Until Carly was ready to go, Tzich lazed sideways across a waiting room seat, flipping through the pictures and credit cards of a wallet he'd happened to find in an old man's coat. At the devil-daughter's beckon, he hopped to his feet, crammed the cash in his jeans pocket and dropped the wallet on a chair.

He followed her easily outside into the cool dark, and he stretched and breathed in luxuriously. How could Carly be so miserable on a clear, after-rain night like this? She was no longer dying. She should be thrilled to be among the lucky ones.

At her question he drew in a hissing breath. His gum had long ago lost its flavor. "You need to know that Hell exists." He dropped his hands into his jacket pockets and stared up at the clouds beyond the hospital lights. "You need to know that the thing that attacked you is a demon, and so am I." A grin flashed across his thin face. "You need to know that you have a powerful heritage and a terrible purpose." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, his face still turned toward the moon. "The demons are scared of you and fascinated by you," he breathed with a voice like wonder. "They'll clamor to get at you, just for a taste. You're the forbidden fruit." He snorted a small laugh. "But I'm not much for riddles. Your parents made a deal with Lucifer to conceive: they traded your adulthood for a child. Now that you're 21, you belong to him, according to contract." He shrugged. "Not a bad deal."

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

Raquelle pressed a hand to her mouth, but all her concern and worry were feigned. It didn't occur to her to be sorry -- it never crossed her mind to feel remorse or empathy for her love who was suffering. She had made this happen purposefully, knowing so certainly that it would lead to Sam's exile and her own loving marriage to Liam, so dependent he would be on her eyes and her guidance. The plan was flawless. Even as the prince roared at her, she knew this was only an initial anger that would pass. He would discover soon how important she would be to him. She reached out to him again. "Liam --"

Suddenly she was on the ground, screaming and thrashing while the black and white cat gouged her arms and chest with claws and teeth. "Stay away from him," Dorothea hissed like a cobra, her teeth flashing long and white. "I know you can understand me you putrid lump of useless filth."

"I'm bigger than you," Raquelle spat back, and she grabbed for the scruff of Dorothea's neck -- and immediately she screeched in pain, because Dorothea's teeth had sunk completely through the flesh between her thumb and forefinger. Raquelle screamed and sobbed, her hair flown in all directions and her dress crumpled and dust-caked and ripped, and she teetered on her knees and pried uselessly and tearfully at Dorothea's muzzle, but the cat's jaws were like a vice. "Let go, let go, let go, oh god let go."

Liam was now another casualty of the Marshal's loyalties. August watched as Raquelle suffered grotesquely under the cat-princess' fury, and blood trickled into the grass. He watched as Will supported Liam to his feet, blinded by Raquelle's greed. He surveyed the camp, burned to the ground, and the soldiers salvaging what was left of the rations. He saw Sam, asleep in the woods after having nearly been trapped forever in enslavement. All of it never would have happened if it weren't for him.

Everything he was trying to protect was falling apart. If all continued this way, there would be nothing left for him to protect. Sam had been right: he couldn't do this alone. August made a decision.

He carefully took hold of Liam's arm, to help Will in supporting and moving him. The Marshal's face was stoic and firm. "You should ask Raquelle that question." The blond princess was obviously a danger to everyone in the camp, and August could no longer justify risking all their lives for the sake of the Queen's trust. "I caught her coming out of your tent not two hours ago, with a vial of something liquid."

"You liar!" Raquelle screeched, having finally got her hand away from Dorothea's bloody mouth. "My mother will have your head!"

August stared at her coolly. "Tell your mother she'll have to find a new agent."

Raquelle's eyes were wide and wild, and she smeared blood on her dress, but she was quiet in shock.

August led Liam a bit of the way toward the farmhouse, then he came back for Sam, and he picked her up gently. They all needed to sleep first -- and then, in the morning, they would find out just how terribly he'd fucked up.

Same old story since day one, but I've got no place to run. [bowels & Glaw]

Tzich only smiled at her with crooked satisfaction until the gurney was wheeled out through double doors and Carly along with it. Hunger was the word she'd been looking for. He got the jitters just thinking about those stories he'd heard of the devil's daughter: how her ruthlessness was unmatched, her strength was insurmountable, and her will alone was enough to make the Titans quake in their cells.

She was going to make a beautiful fiend.

Paperwork on a clipboard was shoved into his hands, and a trail of concerned questions received answers like "Jane Fonda" and "crazy bitch with an axe." Eventually the nurses decided it best to point out the signature line, to which Tzich applied a grandiose scriggle before the clipboard was rudely taken away. So he amused himself instead by peeling pages out of the magazines and folding airplanes and hats out of them. He found a pen and wrote a few lines of a Tennyson poem on the wall before a nurse took it away from him. When asked to sit down he sat on the floor and stared at a woman across the room who was sobbing like she had a stomachful of toads. He would have gone to comfort her (really he would) except he couldn't be bothered, and where had they taken Gimpy?

She was in surgery, he was told -- but they didn't tell him where surgery was, only that it was past the locked door that only the nurses could get through. Tzich begged a stick of gum off the receptionist, and he chewed and eyed the policemen that gawdled about the front desk. It'd be no use to get himself arrested. He supposed he could go deposit this demon into its proper place, but he couldn't afford to lose track of Carly.

So he sat, and he watched the sobbing toad-lady, and he waited.

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

Wow, papers tests and trips! Sounds very very busy. x3 Hope the school stuff goes fantastically, and have fun on your trip!

Same old story since day one, but I've got no place to run. [bowels & Glaw]

He gave her a dull look -- but eventually he withdrew his hands from his jacket pockets, leaned down, and grudgingly pulled her into his arms. Objectively he knew she was heavy, that maybe a rude and inappropriate comment was in order, but an advantage of being a little less than human was a little more strength and balance. Blood was already seeping into his shirt, they still had a few blocks to go and the look on her face wasn't exactly in good humor -- so, perhaps for the first time in his life, he kept his mouth shut.

But not for very long. "You know I've been lookin' for you for two days. Which isn't exactly what the plan was supposed to be. Obviously the others are looking for you too, and I'm shocked you haven't been dragged down by your hair by now." He thought a moment, about whose daughter this really was, and about that demon that now roiled in his belly. "Well, no, I'm not really. You were born for the hunt. I know you felt it."

He stared up at the stars while he walked, only looking forward to ensure he didn't trip on a curb or make a wrong turn. He was determined to make out the stars through the murk and fluorescent town. He'd forgotten what stars looked like. "You have no idea what I'm talking about." A sly grin twitched uncomfortably on his face. "Your parents never told you."

Down the road he could see the hospital rising up over a lawyer's office and a cafe, and he cut across the parking lot and round another wing to the emergency room door.

Same old story since day one, but I've got no place to run. [bowels & Glaw]

Sounds like a romance with warm weather! x3 Never a worry, seriously, life comes first. The majority of my rps take a week or more for a response, you're very quick. XD