Devil In Disguise

Raised on the edge of the Devil's backbone//Presley Monroe, 29, photojournalist, middle class

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deadlittleghost:

Elvis jumped to the ground, running a few over-excited circles around the room before he jumped back up onto the couch again. He wrinkled Silas’ shirt as he re-padded out a comfortable resting place on his chest. Niege mewed discontentedly, hopping over both of them to circle around Presley’s feet a few times as she rubbed her forehead against her jeans to get some attention. Well, Elvis, if you’re going to steal my human then I’m stealing yours. Hmph. 

After her efforts only proved minimally successful, she conceded, jumping back up onto the couch and snuggling close to Presley’s side. It truly was a miracle to see the white fluffball warm up to her. Silas almost thought it would be impossible with anyone. But then again, he was warming up to Presley too, and just as miraculously. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop hiding, not with anyone. And maybe he still had his secrets, but comparatively, he left a puddle of them with her while everyone else got a mountain.

He readjusted himself as Presley joined everyone outstretched on the couch and his arms came to wrap around her once she was settled. “Hey.”

“How’d it go?”

This wasn’t the first time she came home to Si, Elvis, and Neige all patiently waiting for the last piece of the puzzle to return. This time something felt different. Whatever it was, she was grateful she noticed it. She put her bags down before taking her spot on the couch. 

She tried not to giggle as Neige rubbed against her bare legs, tickling her. Presley would have picked up Neige but the last time she did the small kitten got scared and wouldn’t sit next to her. This time Neige curled up next to Presley, and her heart melted. Gently, she picked up her small friend and placed Neige in her lap. As soon as she got comfortable, Presley felt the familiar and reassuring strength of Silas’ arms around her.

“Hi.”

A soft pink blush rose to her cheeks. Si wasn’t the first to initiate any sort of contact. Usually, it was her. Presley would rest her head on his shoulder, as she was the more affectionate of the two. She didn’t mind this at all, though. This was nice, this was new. Si continued to surprise her.

“It went well. Really well. I’ll have to show you what all I got later...right now I’m just glad to be home.”

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deadlittleghost:

“Well…thanks for…letting me know? I’ll be sure to uhm…keep an eye out for that.”

“Well...that’s good. I hope that you do.”

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deadlittleghost:

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The soft sounds of Elvis filled Presley’s small house as the record wound itself around the player. Her dog had taken up residence on Silas’ chest in his loneliness, Niege poking herself up from the other side of the couch cushion jealously. The whole thing was only made worse when the word Presley or as she put it, ‘mama’ left his mouth, sending the dog into an excited cuddly frenzy from which he refused to move from. Even the jingling sound of keys in the front door lock couldn’t move him, though he stood up on Silas’ chest, once floppy ears at high alert.

Presley pulled into her driveway and hustled to her front door. She was ready to burst inside, when she paused a moment, fumbling with her keys. On the other side of the door, she could hear her record player and only that. Things were quiet and she didn’t want to disrupt that. So slowly and quietly she unlocked the door and tiptoed inside.

When she walked into her living room she stopped and gasped. Elvis stood on Si’s chest, wagging his chair, and there sat Si with a smile on his face. Presley giggled and picked up her pup.

“Hi sweet pea, did you miss me!” She smiled as he kissed her face . Presley dropped down onto the couch next to Si and gently put Elvis back on Si’s chest.

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[Text -> Presley] We'll be here. On the couch. He heard your ringtone and kind of doesn't want to leave my phone now.

[Text -> Presley] Drive safe.

[Text-> Si] I'm always careful, I'll be fine. I'll see you both soon.

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deadlittleghost:

“Oh…I uhm…I don’t think…well that hasn’t really happened so uhm…you don’t really have to worry?”

“Worry? ‘m not a worrier, I mean...I was...just wanted you to know.”

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[Text -> Presley] Gotcha.

[Text -> Presley] Actually, are you sure I can trust him on that one? He picked G.I. Blues over The Sun Sessions.

[Text->Si] Did he really? Oh no! It's worse then I thought! I'm on my way.

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deadlittleghost:

“I uhm…you’ve kind of lost me here…”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m sayin’! Gracious, what am I sayin’?”

“I’m sayin’ that...you’re a handsome guy, and-and-and, talking about that kind of stuff with girls or women might get them...well, flustered and-”

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[Text -> Presley] Elvis is getting kind of...clingy.

[Text -> Presley] I think he misses you.

[Text-> Si] Poor thing I know he does! I miss him too!

[Text-> Si] Tell him momma will be home soon! And put on his records that calms him down.

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deadlittleghost:

The window seat by the back was laid against the backdrop of a large bright window, filtering in the grey light from the clouds outside and making it shine a muddy white. He should’ve known when they’d first come across the building what day it was. There were hearts and swirling designs drawn all over the front window in pink and white marker, dotted and delicate with all their x’s and o’s that one employee had painstakingly withstood the cold to draw. That’s how they ended up here in the first place. Their walk had turned into quickly finding shelter to hide from the February chill that threatened to settle in their bones, plus Clare would give him hell if she knew that he was wandering about outside in this weather. 

Are you trying to freeze yourself to death?

It was a good thing Presley had pointed out the wooden door sticking out from a narrow alcove when she did and they’d slipped inside without a second glance at the front window and all its Valentine decor.

“Yeah…it kind of slipped my mind too.”

With everything going on with him the past little while, keeping up with the calendar had been the least of his worries. He did feel slightly guilty for forgetting though, though he wasn’t too sure why that was.

He looked around, rubbing his neck as he glanced at pink streamers and long strings of heart shaped paper cutouts draped from the ceiling. Minus the day’s crowd and the loud decor, the place was really quite cozy. 

He offered her a hand to help her up onto the window seat behind a tall table before settling down himself against some throw cushions, cool from the frost on the glass behind it. 

“I didn’t. To be honest, I would’ve pegged you for a Halloween type of girl, maybe. Or Groundhog Day,” he finished with a joking grin.

Presley stuck her tongue out at Si. Groundhog’s Day. Si’s always been funny, at least she thought so, but now there was something so different about Si. There was a lightness in him. Si smiled and laughed more often. She liked this Si. Not that he had changed, this had all come on gradually. 

She sighed and leaned her head on Si’s shoulder, her favorite resting place. Presley tried to find the words to describe her favorite holiday. Presley was a hopeless romantic. She never had the most romantic Valentine’s Days or particularly loving relationship for that matter. So she felt as though she really missed out on certain experiences. No flowers, chocolates, fancy dinners, and dresses, but things have certainly changed for her. 

Presley used to wish that someone would come along and change all of that for her. She was starting to get tired of wishing and took matters into her own hands. She had finally put some distance between her past life and things were better.

“No, I’ve always liked Valentine’s day. It’s just...everything’s pink and pretty.” She glanced around the shop, admiring the paper hearts in various shades of pink and red.  

“To me, there’s just something, gentle about the day. I love seeing people happy, and in love.” Presley was perfectly content watching from afar as everyone around fell deeper in love. 

Presley didn’t feel brave enough to say that’s what she wanted for herself. She was afraid that if she spoke to that side of her, it might jinx any hopes she had. 

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deadlittleghost:

“Know what?”

“Uh..you, well...you could...Well! They’re older women, and you’re handsome, and talking about that sort of...the experiences involved in those, I wouldn’t call them books.”

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presley-monroe:

“I’m sure they love hearing all about it from you! Can you blame them?”

“I’m hardly anything close to an expert in that branch of…uhm…fiction.”

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“Really? Well, that’s good to know. ‘Specially since you probably shouldn’t talk like that around grannies. A handsome guy like you might...well, you know.”

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“I didn’t even realize it was that time of the year!” Presley glanced around the tea shop, taking in all the pink and white decorations; hearts hung from the ceiling, and flowers were arranged on every table. Love was in the air and all around. Presley and Si had picked a secluded corner in the back just to have some privacy. Neither of them had any clue of the holiday, maybe if they had, they would have stayed home in the hopes of avoiding lovesick crowds. Presley giggled, she hoped Si didn’t feel any sort of awkwardness regarding their outing. A few people seemed to give them knowing looks as they took their seat.

“Did you know this is my favorite holiday?”

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[deadlittleghost]

“I’m hoping next year’s Valentine’s Day doesn’t come as a combo deal with another Fifty Shades film. I think I might lose it a little if I have to explain to another grandmother anything about that book.”

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“I’m sure they loving hearing all about it from you! Can you blame them?”