Thread: Flirting with the Devil [Shaelinn and Dreamer-]

Lara just nodded in response to Arcadia sacrificing her financial resources for the sake of their well-being after all, moving was the demon's idea and while the young hunter had no objections to speak of, forcing her to take a second job in order to be able to pay for better living conditions would only result in a giant middle-finger from her. Why am I even surprised? She had whole centuries to gather some cash it's only logical all her time on Earth wasn't wasted on stealing candy from innocent children and rehearsing a villainous laugh. Hell, I shouldn't be shocked if she sat on a horde of gold like an obsessive dragon. The girl bit her lip just to suppress a snicker the mental image of Arcadia growling threateningly at anyone stupid enough to approach her treasure that went with the notion was simply too much for her to handle. Her fantasy, sometimes too active for her own good, even added small horns and reptile-like scales to Arcadia's appearance. Too bad she didn't possess an ounce of literary talent for book written on the premise of half-dragon, half-demon was sure to be a bestseller. Today's readers ate every nonsense with gusto, as long as it contained a sappy romance, misunderstood hybrids of any kind and supernatural. Their romantic fantasies weren't ruined by investigating horribly mutilated corpses - the sad products of their gory revelry - daily. Well, that was unexpectedly simple Lara had expected Arcadia to be a little more secretive about the sacred art. Knowledge was a precious commodity in any dimension and the demons were rather famous for slapping the top secret sticker on every triviality. The healthy distrust towards deals too good to be true that had always had a major say in her decisions caused her to doubt this sudden openness was caused by Arcadia's good heart. There had to be a catch in there somewhere... Or maybe their partnership gave her a greater power over the demon than she realized Lara knew hurting her physically would be impossible for Arcadia after the contract's completion, but she had very loose idea about boundaries of her obedience. Would she have to listen to her every whim? Another grand theory to test out. Searching in her memory for a while, her expression thoughtful, the girl finally shrugged. As far as I know, there's no connection to Salem in my family and sadly, nobody has ever gotten a letter from Hogwarts. I can't say for sure, though reading the future from the crystal ball isn't something you boast about if you don't particularly wish to attract an angry crowd with torches, so... Perhaps I do have some hidden talent, she remarked, her tone of voice still devoid of sarcasm. Lara wasn't a loyal fan of panic outbursts. Even scared out of her wits, the girl held the fear in through sheer willpower and stayed quiet. The respiration problems cease soon, but the cold feeling of hollowness spreading from her chest to her fingertips with frightening thoroughness of a deadly virus persisted. She felt strangely detached from the reality her thoughts muddled into one giant maze of confusion as if the demon had forced a pill of valium down her throat. Staggering backwards a little, Lara leaned on the wall drunkenly, her head bent down in nausea. Her current state resembled a ship that had lost its anchor and became a plaything of the turbulent waves just as she thought she was going to yield to the numbness, alien energy poured into her veins and connected her to the reality once again. The clouds covering her mind dissipated. The shapes around her seemed more resolute, more defined and the colors also looked somewhat brighter she had returned, but something in her very essence had changed. The bond between them, however ambiguous, was painfully real and Lara knew she would never belong to anyone the way she belonged to Arcadia now... Yes, because she has just consumed a part of your fucking soul. That IS pretty intimate. Going even further without simultaneously delving into the joys of cannibalism would require a great amount of creativity. Awesome experience, Lara answered with her trademark sarcastic edge.I don't get why people do drugs when this variant of self-harm is both so much more cheaper and intense. She watched her 'servant' carefully, as if she harbored a suspicion Arcadia would start systematically demolishing her flat upon being released, but thankfully, nothing like that happened. I guess, she uttered and moved to the drawers rummaging through unfolded clothes, Lara pulled out a sleeveless blue nightgown. The fabric reached approximately to knees and its touch almost felt like a caress. Her wardrobes weren't overflowing with designer clothes - unlike most women, she didn't suffer from mass hysteria that forced the afflicted ones to spend their lives in an endless hunt for brands and even if she did, her money situation wouldn't allow it - but nightgowns counted as rare exceptions. Lara enjoyed the feeling of silk against her skin and she had every right to indulge in pleasures every now and then. Here you go, she tossed it at Arcadia, suppressing a yawn. Portioning her soul out had apparently taken its toll on her for her eyelids grew heavy insomnia probably wouldn't stick out its ugly head this night. I hate to say it, but I'm too tired to start our training today. You know, we mortals are pretty fixated on our sleeping hours. I suggest you don't bother me during that time unless you have a good reason to do so, like a fire breaking out in my room, then I am not going to react very positively to disturbances. Well, good night. Lara yawned, not even trying to hide it anymore, and lay in the bed she curled up in the corner of the bed to avoid getting too close to Arcadia. Sleeping with a demon, albeit the one that couldn't really hurt her, still made her anxious. The tiredness was a kind companion, though it didn't let her to ponder over it for too long. Her breathing soon got regular and she fell asleep... Unfortunately for Arcadia, Lara rarely slept calmly and this night wasn't different the relatively short girl occupied much more space than anyone would have expected as she fought invisible enemies and mumbled incomprehensibly. With her voice reduced to mere whisper, nobody could distinguish enough words to re-construct the sentences coming out from her mouth. The only clear word was, perhaps surprisingly, her name. Lara. Sighing quietly, she turned around and suddenly, her face - face wet with tears - ended up in Arcadia's cleavage.