{I just realised I wrote "mind" twice in two adjacent sentences... I:l }
Conceited Composer wrote:•Liliana Swann•
◊ Female ◊ Hunter ◊ 26 ◊ Pansexual ◊ In her car ◊ Tags: Dol ◊
Liliana herself couldn't help but cringe at her own terrible attempt at small talk. "Honestly, I don't mind," she admitted when Dol mentioned the amount of talking she was doing. It helps take my mind off of... things. Though typically, Liliana would have simply backed out of any conversation, she found that she needed this. It kept her from withdrawing to a dark place; from shutting herself off from anyone and everyone as she knew she would do if left to her own devices. "This is definitely the most socialising I've done in years," she reckoned aloud. Upon realising that she was still clutching her necklace in her left fist, she relaxed her hand and let the rusted locket fall back against her chest. She flexed her four fingers swiftly, staring absentmindedly at the stump that used to be her ring finger.
•Val Arendse•
◊ Female Vessel ◊ Crossroads Demon ◊ Hell ◊ Tags: Open ◊After she'd closed about five or so contracts, Val placed a hand on her hellhound's head and teleported out of the bar. She found herself in Hell, yet something felt different. Very different. This wasn't the well-organised boring Hell of Crowley's reign that she had come to like - this felt like the old Hell, when Lucifer ran rampant. She swallowed and got herself out of there as fast as she could, having forgotten her previous intentions of spreading the juicy gossip she'd witnessed.






