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He had to admit, he was an exception to quite a few societal rules. Most powerful men favored women that acknowledged and fawned over them. Belial, for some unknown reason, was a complete sucker for men and women that wouldnât. That was rare to find, about as rare as actually getting past the whole âIâm a fallen angel and my big brotherâs Satanâ thing. He didnât normally have to get past that, given he was the king of one night stands. And yet Essence had taken it with the most grace heâd ever seen and had completely befuddled him in every way. Damn it, heâd been around since before her family was even a thought in the writing of the world. Heâd seen time created and this woman never ceased to surprise him with what sheâd say to him. He gave a small half smile, intrigue fluttering under the dagger-sharp glare, and he thought for the millionth time that sheâd make a fine demon. âIf you canât just âleaveâ, then take a lunch break. Thatâs possible, right? No reason to deny yourself something. And I do have a job. It just happens to be very easy to do and I donât do it half the time.â Belial grinned fully, flashing top two fangs without meaning to, and arched an eyebrow playfully. âOh come on Essence, what good is complete peace? Throw in a little scandal every now and then! Youâre a woman with a life, not just a CEO. If itâs that important to you you can utilize the fact that youâre dating a fallen angel, right? I can get one of my subordinates to do every bit of your work in half the time.â Damn, what had this woman done to him?
This conversation is going far deeper than she wanted and expected it to. She doesn't think he's aware, considering her usual calm and collected facade and the fact that he's an idiot, and she plans to keep it that way. She looks him over briefly and then speaks, trying to keep her voice low but also be forceful. âThis is my job for a reason and that reason is both because of birth right and capability. No one can do my job as well as me and if this company trips one little bit, that's it. I lose this job, whether I have birth right or not. So if your goon fucks up, it's all over for me.â She's hoping he will recognize the severity of such a thing, considering the swear word that has just fallen from her usually graceful and intelligent mouth. It's true that she loves him but there are some things about him that she doesn't love and his childishness is one of them.
To this day I blame myself.
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He purred pleasantly at the statement, eyes tracing the sway of her walk and darting back up to her face. He could have made it a secret that heâd done that, but she was used to him enough that he saw no reason to do so. âOh please, this isnât risky. Actually, your reputationâs going to be wonderful after this, I can imagine. The gorgeous CEO of the company getting a random secretive visit from a marvelously attractive gentleman in a suit? Their envyâs going to be through the roof so hard youâre going to have to pay for repairs to it, I guarantee.â The fallen angel grinned, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk with his normal air of completely establishing his ownership of a room. It honestly wasnât purposeful; it was just his personality. It was what attracted half the people he was ever with to him, really. âYouâd really kick me out if I didnât? To answer your question, I was just getting back from a dull meeting in which Lucifer yelled at me at least 3 times and Asmoday gave me a death threat. Thought Iâd make both your and my evening better and just stop by to say hi, maybe even get you to leave early with me considering weâre both dressed to go out, hm?â
He is that desperate for her attentions. She almost can't believe him but at the same time, she can. This was Belial that she was considering here. She could only expect him to indulge himself in what he wanted, especially her company. He felt as if he could get whatever he wanted at the snap of his fingers, it seemed, and quite ashamedly, this was partially the truth. He seemed to have connections everywhere and now she's questioning if one of her co-workers is a co-conspirator. That would be how he figured out the building and the company. She'll squint at him harshly and      if looks like could kill, this delightful little fool would be dead. "Envy isn't the word at the forefront of their minds, scandal is. Second, I don't have the money to go paying for damaged prides. Do you even know how much that costs? Oh, wait, you probably do." As snarky and sharp-minded as ever. She'll sit in the leather chair behind her desk, cross her legs, and then lean over the desk, hands linking together and resting on the desk's top. No elbows on the surface. "Don't question what I won't or won't do, Belial, because I might just surprise you. And, I can't just leave. As you so kindly just pointed out, I'm the CEO, meaning I run this company or I might as well. I have a job to do, unlike you apparently."
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"Close the door." She'll point and make her way around the desk, hips swinging gracefully in the tight white dress as she does so. Why had he shown up at her work? Surely he wasn't so desperate for her attentions that he had to interupt her while at work. Her co-workers were certainly questioning who he was and she's currently trying to think of what it is that she is going to tell them. "I hope you understand just how risky this is and I stand to question your reasons as to coming here, and how you figured out which building & company it was...but, about the latter, I know you have your sources so I'll just stick to questioning your reasons, which you have five minutes to explain."
+obsessiiive
"Not for someone like me. Growing up I always had dreams of something more and to finally have that well letâs just say Iâm still trying to deal with it. As for how it happened I still have the guilt because of how Jack had to die. But in the end it worked out for me. Have you ever had a dream? Iâm curious thatâs all."
"I suppose it depends on your perspective, but I'm merely saying that staying hopeful is important. It can be difficult sometimes but you'll be seen through to the end...everyone has a dream, 'y know? That doesn't mean they actively pursue it or ever pursue it at all, though they certainly have it and hope for it."
The question isnât who is going to let me; itâs who is going to stop me.
Ayn Rand (via observando)
amber heard + sixâs outfits (syrup).
âYouâre in love with an image.â
"Six is a very, very smart, independent, fierce young woman, who is taken very seriously in her world.â
Syrup (2013)
Well, he certainly couldnât fault her for having a lack of spirit. Essence was the very idea of the mutant fight, as she never failed to remind him with everything she did. âI can appreciate that, but Essence, even your damnedest canât save the world. Youâre trying to change people that donât want to be changed, and itâs not going to work.â Then again, she probably knew that. He supposed he was just adding commentary that she didnât need, and so the fallen angelâs wings drooped, tips touching the floor, and he glanced her over. She was so young to be in this. He appeared it, but heâd been fighting a far lessâŠ.pleasantâŠfight for much longer. Of course, she had another disadvantage. She was trying to keep sanity for the losing side in this, and they both knew it. He was on the winning team and discord was his element. This chaos, this hurt, was natural to him. He normally caused it. She was trying to fix a whole universe. With that in mind, he gave a soft sigh and offered a sympathetic glance, blue eyes lighter than they had been. No, he was no good with words like this. He was erratic and disturbed and violent, but that didnât stop him from being able to give her something in all of it. âIf it helps at all, Essence, I think youâd make a wonderful leader.âÂ
She knows what he's saying is true and she'd be perfectly willing to admit it...if it didn't mean defeat to her. In such a case, it did. She was always going to fight for the rights of people like her simply because no one had fought for hers. She will be long dead and her heart will have ceased to beat before she gave up on such a cause. Maybe it was her stubbornness that ailed her more than anything sometimes. She'll take a deep breath, looking down and then away. She just wanted the world to be safe for people like her, for mutants to be able to walk down the street, mutant and proud, without getting stoned or punched or injured in any way. She'd also prefer to do this without war or casualties, as she'd just stated, but something deep inside of her told her there would have to be loss for there to be any headway in such a movement. Sacrifices...She'll laugh a little at his final words, leaning back in the chair she's sitting in and letting her arm move to rest on the arms of the chair. "Me? A leader? That's even more preposterous than me trying to change people who can't be changed." Another laugh, but it's rather dry and bittersweet. It doesn't reach her blue eyes and it's far too obvious that it doesn't.
+causariia
      His gaze casts upward to her at the question, shoulders tensing in nervousness. Cameron was inherently inclined to be grateful of company of any kind. The presence of the woman is wistfully taken as a sign he should accept. So he does. The former athelete flashes her a terse, mirthless smile before motioning to the seat for her to sit.
          âSure. I mean, I donât mind at all.â
      She'll instantly beam from ear-to-ear with a hopefully friendly smile and takes the seat across from him. A cellphone is stuffed into a purse and set beside her, entirely ignored in that moment. Red lips will remain in a smile; it was her general expression, being as friendly and kind-hearted as she was. Eyes will soften as she briefly looks his face over.
      "Would you like some coffee or lunch? I don't want to eat or drink in front of you."