avolsi:

^{❛  THAT’S EXTREMELY HELPFUL.  ❜   she tugs the fabric of her sweater up,  exposing porcelain skin.  her other hand grips his,  fingers wrap around his forearm.  she will never admit it,  but she’s not looking forward to the prospect of PAIN.  has had enough for a lifetime.   ❛  i want to do yours.  ❜}

^{“Do you even know how the sigil looks like?” He touched her skin with his finger without a single warning, he figured it’d be better and less painful if she isn’t anymore tense than she already is. It wasn’t a hard sigil, it just had a lot of twists that had to be right for it to work properly.} 

avolsi:

^{❛  AND IF I try to run.  ❜   she pauses.  ❛  how long will it last ?  ❜   she’s been on edge with other DEMONS for a while now.  walking around with a tracker on her arm  –––  one that ties her to an angel,  it won’t soften the situation.  though,  she doubts his brothers will go soft on her.  perhaps,  stealing angelic toys is a bad idea,  even if HUNTERS pay well.}

^{“Until I take it off, I guess.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not sure what happens if you try to run. You’ll either blow up or nothing will happen.” Cassian cleared his throat, his glowy finger inching closer to her skin. He seemed awfully focused. Well, he was planning on doing his best NOT to actually hurt her but, eh, either works really.}

avolsi: 

^{ANGEL AND DEMON in the same room,  the lack of bloodshed is incomprehensible.  she is almost scared that the mark will KILL her,  that it will do much more than burn her skin.  who had ever attempted to put an angelic sigil on a demon without wanting to kill or exorcise ?}

^{❛  is this a TRAP ?  ❜}

^{Cassian was much too tired by now, and dropped this stupid charade. “No, not a trap. This is a tracking sigil, I’ll know where you are in case you’re in trouble, and in case any of my brothers gets too close.” He didn’t really wait for her this time, instead just approached her and grabbed her bicep. “The faster we do it the better.” For him, he needs a rest.} 

avolsi:

^{❛  SORRY,  BUT  –––––– we’re not that close.  ❜   she is more tempted to bite that finger off,  than to let it leave a permanent mark SEARED into her skin.  who does he think he is anyway ?  walking around like he’s the one in charge.   ❛  trust and communication are the stepping stones of any relationship.  ❜}

^{The glowing finger waggled like a mother admonishing her child. “Remember, I have nothing to lose, you, on the other hand… hmmm.” He seemed to drift off… into some sadistic daydreaming, “You know, they say hell is all about torture but no one speaks of what heaven does…” He acted as if he was looking away into the distance.} 

avolsi: 

^{❛  NO THANK YOU.  ❜   her gaze caught on the glowing tip of his index.  hell no.   ❛  and i thought you said angels aren’t capable of lying,  you LIAR.  ❜   and the humour was debatable,  in any case.}

^{she walks in a wide circle around him,  minding the GLOWING of his finger.  ❛  i help you,  you help me.  no need to put a collar on anyone.  ❜}

^{He snorted, his index finger still held up proud and glowing. “It’s not exactly a collar, think of it as an awesome tattoo. It’ll sting a bit like any tattoo.” He wiggled the finger and inched closer. “I’ll get one too, and we’ll match.” Hell if he’ll let her just roam around freely, nuh-uh, nope.}

avolsi:

^{❛  DID YOU MAKE a joke?  ❜   she looks at him with something akin to both mock HORROR and surprise.}

^{light steps carry her around the room,  inspecting it with clear amusement.  she has never visited an angel’s dwellings before  (  or BROKEN into one.  )   she even sneaks into his bedroom,  noticing a severe lack of a bible on the nightstand  –––  and even cheap motels have those.  ❛  not the religious type ?  ❜}

^{“I am capable of humor.” He said in a deadpan voice, yes, humor, he’s the funny one. Cassian watched her patter around the place, not precisely minding her awful manners. You just… don’t.. barge into someone’s room. “Nevermind that, I have to brand you, come here.” He index finger began glowing white-blue. He never imagined he’d have a woman share his place, much less a demon.} 

^{“Won’t hurt.” Lie.} 

avolsi:

^{HER EYES CLOSE against the blinding light,  searing her eyes and the environment around them.   ❛  you could have WARNED me first,  ❜   she mutters,  slipping out of his EMBRACE.  the surprise that he’s been able to hug her without throwing up  (  even if he was getting physical an AWFUL lot  )  linger on her features as she looks around.  it’s small, rather sparse,  but seems to be a perfectly average apartment.   ❛  you don’t live in a church ?  ❜}

^{He squinted at her. “Why would I live in a place like that?” If she did look around enough, she’d notice a lacking of something that one would think would be essential in an angel’s dwelling: Religious artefacts. There was no cross, no bible, no picture of Virgin Mary and baby jesus, nothing. Just bare walls. “You don’t live in a trashcan?”}

avolsi:

^{ANGEL OF MERCY,  huh ?  that was new.  did he feel pity upon her ?  were angels even capable of such ?  what a VILE creature he must think she is,  to either be used or punished.  not a girl,  not a living creature,  but a demon.  someone to blame and torture.}

^{VICE-LIKE fingers wrap around her wrist again,  and she lets out a hiss;  canines peeking out between pale rosy lips.   ❛  doesn’t sound like you’re giving me much of a choice.  ❜   it might prove to be fun though  –––  and an opportunity to push him a little closer to the EDGE.}

^{His eyes lingered for few moments upon his hand, the skin that touched her. The look of disdain might have escaped past his control, as of he was dipping his hand in mud. It wasn’t exclusively because she’s a demon, no. Cassian had found out that touching anyone in this world made him feel absolutely filthy.} 

^{“I’m glad you see reason.” He pulled her closer, and wrapped his arm around her waist, his other hand’s fingers clicked together, and in wash of possibly too bright white light, they were there. Where there? His small 1 bedroom, kitchen/livingroom combo apartment. Cassian let go of her in such a manner that wouldn’t set her off that he absolutely feels dirtied.}

avolsi:. 

^{❛  SURE YOU CAN,  it’s really quite easy.  ❜   his DESIRES are tugging him closer to the edge,  she can see it in those ice-coloured eyes of his.  falling further with every step he makes on earth.  no son should be left to his own DEVICES.}

^{❛  –––  i refuse to fulfil your fantasy of having a DEMON pet.  ❜}

^{What a stubborn demon, she completely had him at his wit’s end. Cassian sighed very heavily. By now he was very far from joking. “You act as if you have a choice. Do you really think my brothers will take your word over mine, demon?” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her in closer. It’s not like any human would see them, he’d made sure of that, but he could feel his divine brothers closing in and she was wasting time.}

^{He angled her face up by her chin. “I’m taking you out of mercy and necessity, I need your help in catching your kind. In return, you won’t have to be tortured in heaven, sound like a deal?” With that dark expression who the hell would believe this guy is anywhere near divine.}