It Was Unheard Of For Her To Seek Out Someone Else To Try To Work With Them. She Didn't Need Anyone Else,

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CRUSH - JIWOONG ZEROBASEONE, 2023

He laughed once and groaned at the realization of what help meant. "Dante's never gonna let me live that down, you know." It was still so strange to him- having people around. Having help. When he'd been tied to a criminal empire for decades, he'd been sent out to maim and kill by himself. Even when he'd still been with the fae, he'd always hunted on his own. That was how his kind worked. They brought death, and death was a solitary experience. He appreciated that Lady was the same way. She could handle herself. More than that though, she could apparently handle both of them along with the demon that they'd been dispatched to take out. She was something else.

"You kidding?" Connall reached up to grab the hand brushing through his hair and sat up. He didn't release her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze instead. "I'd've been fucked without you. You're the one who got both of us out of there. If you're blaming yourself, you better cut that shit out right now." He didn't want Lady to feel badly about what happened, and she couldn't be dragging guilt around. They'd be back to work in no time. Neither of them could bring anything into a fight that would make them hesitate. "Lady-" he let go of her hand only to grab her face when she started offering things. "Lady, stop. Relax. I'm okay. Are you?"

For someone who's been surrounded by both humans and demons her whole life, being around someone like Connall was refreshing. He was such a fascinating creature and the more Lady worked in this branch, the more she learned about what really is out there, it went beyond hell and demons she constantly battled. Once he stopped whittering around and actually lied down, her gaze took in his exposed torso, focusing on the wounds that were getting better with each passing minute. Lady wasn't phased with the way he healed, she's seen it before, and considered them with such ability lucky bastards.

As he asked her directly how did she pull it off, a small smirk graced her lips. "I had some help."the brunette admitted and she scooted a bit closer to him once he relaxed back onto the bed. Fingers carefully brushed through his thick locks. "Had to make sure we get you out of there safely, since it was basically my fault you got hurt in the first place."she murmured with a little sigh. While he was down, she gave it a thought, did a bit of a rewind - aside from the fact they were ambushed, Lady lost a moment of focus and nearly got pinned down. She's been in a lot of life threating situations, but having Connall with her today really saved her this time. "Tell me are you hungry? Thirsty? I could fix us something up. It's been long twenty-four hours."

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from: smutty and intimate prompts (accepting)

It wasn't like this was the first time he was going to see her. On the contrary, she knew that Rayan had already seen her. Countless times. With the way she avoided looking at herself as much as she could, he probably knew her body better than she did at this point. Still, he'd only ever seen her one way. He'd only ever seen her online persona intimately. Selene was the one he'd been looking at, charming and confident and so entirely not her. Wasn't that who he wanted, who'd fueled his obsession? Would he be disappointed to finally see Cody herself? And why was the idea that he would so heartbreaking to her?

Fear made her breath tremble as he crouched down and slowly dragged her sweatpants down her legs, lifting one after the other at the knee to pull them away completely. Even just the air hitting her skin made her flinch. There went one piece of her armor. She thought about running. Where would she go though? The apartment was only so big, and he'd already proven that he would chase her. No matter how she tried to hide, he would find her. Always. Her demon, her shadow- there was nowhere she could go where he wouldn't follow. Watching her. Looking at her.

And she'd almost grown accustomed to it since the first night she'd faced him. The weight of his golden gaze almost didn't feel so suffocating now. That wasn't when she was exposed to him though, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut when he rose and took the hem of her shirt with him. The rest of her body complied, her arms lifting as the tee was pulled away, and for just a moment, it didn't catch up to her. The knowledge that she was standing before Rayan in nothing more than her underwear didn't quite process. The mere thought that she was allowing it seemed so impossible that it couldn't be true.

Then her eyes opened. Her stomach turned. Cody instinctively curled in on herself, hugging her body over her bare breasts to hide herself as best she could. "I'm sorry." She choked out. "I just- give me a second." The dhampire swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. "Should I- do you want me to be her? You- you'll like it more if it's her."

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She thought she'd made some progress when he at least dropped the sword. Her fingers twitched at her side, threatening to curl into tight fists over the irritation of even having to make progress. Mona wasn't used to being so unknown, or to not possessing the upper hand. This wasn't some fellow witch that knew her as the scourge of their kind and feared her for what she was willing to do, for the power she'd been born with and grown by draining others. This wasn't a lesser being who she could crush so easily.

And maybe that had been thrilling a moment ago, but it was starting to bother her. She bent the world and everyone in it to her will on a daily basis. It existed with her boot on its neck, and she suffocated and squeezed it for all it was worth, but Vergil existed outside of her grip and just turned around to walk away from her. Like she was nothing. Rage burned in the pit of her stomach. "I don't give a fuck about my kind. I don't like being told what I can and can't do." She replied before her temper got the best of her and a flick of her finger blasted away the wall of one of the buildings lining the alley and sent chunks of debris heavy enough to crush a mortal man falling just a few feet ahead of him. "And I don't like when people walk away from me,"

Which was exactly why Mona stood her ground. She was done trailing after him. He was treating her the way she treated everyone else, and at this point, she would rather he just try to kill her than act like she was nothing. "Listen, asshole, I don't want to work with someone else either, but you either want to get this done, or you want to sit around jerking off instead." She certainly wasn't about to let his stubbornness get in her way. "I know there are a few things needed to open the gates, and I know how to get them. You have the balls to go kidnap a god?" Nymphs hardly counted as gods in her mind though, daughter of Zeus and a titan or not. She'd easily be able to subdue the keeper herself, but she was going to need Vergil for what came after.

She really was pushing his buttons. But Vergil knew better than to react right away. Something about her was putting him off, yet still sparked interest. The fact she's been following him around, and now has faced him with a pretty laid back facial expression made him realize there's something more behind all of this and he hoped, for her sake, she'll reveal it soon because his patience did run thin.

Vergil held his stance, gaze heavy and unbothered as he looked her down. But once the stranger woman began talking about gates of Hell, how he hasn't been able to open them yet made him groan in the back of his throat. At the mention of who she truly is Vergil's hand gripped tighter onto the handle of his katana. A fucking witch that wanted to work alongside with him? Once she finally introduced herself to him, another grumble followed - she knew too much for his liking.

Taking a step back in a swift motion he pulled back his katana, holding it straightened along his leg, still not talking and just piercing through her with his cold blue eyes. "Can't say I share the sentiment."he huffed, it wasn't a pleasure for him, that's for sure. Finally, with a deep breath and another quick motion he put the katana back into it's saya. "And I know better than to have a witch meddle in my business. I work alone and I can't state that enough."he commented and turned on the heel of his boot to start walking down the alley. But he knew, deep down, she won't back away just like that. And his curiosity did itch a little. "What does a witch even have to do with gates of Hell? I thought your kind doesn't work in that sort of direction?"he asked, loud enough for her to hear but not stopping or turning to grace her with his attention.

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