…if we do meet again, {Private|Grellshitei}
grellshitei:
Her stance tensed quickly when she caught a familiar scent wafting in the air; demon.She held her ground, body poised in case she would have to fight her way out of this; but what demon stuck around when there was no soul to be hand? Was it really here to pick a fight with a reaper? If it was then she sincerely hoped it would at least be a good fight.
Her scythe was once again summoned to her side, it’s cold metal resting heavily in her hands. If there was going to be a fight then she was determined to come out on top; as she usually did. She was one who was always ready for a fight, one of the top officers in the dispatch. There was a reason everyone kept her around; she was still valuable to them—even more so now that her mind wasn’t nearly as clouded as it had been when her body was still an issue for her.
She turned quickly when she heard the soft click of heels against the stones of the street, already set in her fighting stance. However her eyes went wide with shock when she spotted a familiar form slowly stalking it’s way towards her.
Angelina.
It was like seeing a ghost for the first time, only 10 times worse. Her beloved partner, standing before her when she had been the one to rip her life away; it shouldn’t have been possible…unless she was the scent of demon that surrounded her right now. She didn’t like this at all.
“Is…is that you Anne?”
Ｔhose carmine lips, so lushly painted parted into a smile that bore upon it bitter sweet elegance. The briefest glimpse of those incisors visible underneath that expression. Her approach was halted when she was within arms reach of the reaper, one elegant hand nestling itself upon her hip before she canted her head to the side. Those scarlet locks drifted into the movement, caressing along her shoulders.
"Ｄon’t look so surprised, darling. Did you really think you had seen the last of me?“ She inquired softly, her free hand sliding up to caress two fingers along her chest. A jagged scar stood out against her porcelain flesh; its torn pieces harshly closed into an ugly reminder of her death. Of the life he had stolen from her– the succubus allowed her eyes to lull slightly. This was not the man she had known, however, something was distinctly differently about the crimson reaper. He, was now a she. That was interesting.
Ｔhe demoness ventured forward slowly, and elegant hand moving to push aside the weapon that had caused her demise. Unless other wise detoured, Angelina would tug the reaper into a rather unexpected embrace, those soft lips falling to rest near an ear as she sighed softly.
"Ｉ’ve missed you,” The demon lied softly.
(Source: demon-madam)
