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“Can I help you?”
"You're different than most demons." A most excellent observation from the Alpha, but she has to be cut some slack. Lucy's only interacted with one other demon that wasn't a low-ranking one, and he...he was nothing like this.
❝ Well, I thought I’d ask because it seems like every time I come over here there’s either spaghetti on the stove or in the microwave. ❞
She actually looks annoyed for a second { or was that just her normal face? } , before rolling her eyes and snorting. "Stronzo. It's your face that lets you live another day, I hope you know that."
( semperxlycan )
❝ Besides spaghetti, what else do you cook over here? ❞
"..."
Here we go.
"Pizza, lasagne, ravioli, gnocchi, risotto, tortellini, cacciatore, ossobuco, must I go on?" And that's just Italian. Don't even get her started on French cuisine.
Cedric nods in thanks, leaning back to his original position and taking a drag, cigarette held between his fingers. He tilts his head back as his exhales, then gives a loose shrug. He doesn’t really know the guy that well.
“I haven’t talked to ‘im much, so I can’t say for sure. If he’s anything like Audi, then for sure, yeah.”
Luc watches Cedric attentively, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. True, Cedric had just met everyone a few days ago. Much to Luc's surprise (Cedric was Audi's friend after all), he was polite and nearly everyone in his household thought him to be good company.
"That, I can agree with. Speaking of which, have you seen Audi? I am going to make dinner soon, and I thought he would be here."
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❝ Could you light me? ❞
He’s not sure where his friend is, but he’ll wait out his return.
❝ So, does that Liam guy live here? ❞
"Liam does not live with us, but he visits my home so often that he just might as well."
Luc typically doesn't condone smoking in his home...but this is a special case. He pats his pockets for a moment, before pulling out a Zippo, and gestures Cedric to come closer. A flick of the wheel-- and it's lit.
"He is a bit...juvenile, no?"
“I’m just like everyone else—I’m young. I’m still learning. I do make mistakes but I try to recognize these mistakes and learn from them. I like to give everyone a fair chance and I take every opportunity that comes my way.”
let's make a deal; closed
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Everything that Luciana was doing at that moment was everything that she had gone against in the past. Don't make deals with demons, don't speak to a demon more than once, don't even run into to a demon. They were the scum of the earth, and everything in her bones told her that this was wrong. So why was she doing it?
D e s p e r a t i o n.
Desperation and misfortune clung to her like a curse, with no means to leave and no way to get rid of them. Even after speaking to several werewolves, all of them were either already in a pack, or were denying the fact that being a pack would help make them (and Lucy) stronger. She was impatient, and these deals happened quickly, right?
Her hands wrapped around her elbows as she pulled her arms closer to her, feeling an impossible chill running down her spine. She really, really didn't want to do this. But she also didn't want to spend the rest of her evenings trying to persuade adolescent werewolves into joining her pack. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Raising a hand, she rapped against the door once, then twice, before resting it back on her arms. She shifted uneasily, tapping her foot a couples times before checking her watch. Was he even awake at this time? Do demons even sleep? God, all she wanted to do was to get this over with. The smell here was close to unbearable.
Mother of God. It had become a well known fact to Luciana that she was going to run into something of the supernatural world at least once a week. It had been annoying, more than annoying at first; but after several run-ins with fellow werewolves and even vampires, the lycan had accepted her fate, albeit begrudgingly. She should have been excited about this, being surrounded by familiar folk, but it was a dog eat dog (or perhaps, a wolf eat wolf) world that they all lived in.
Other than meat and bloodlust, apparently werewolves were attracted to cafés. To Lucy, sipping on coffee whilst listening to soft jazz and the ghosts of conversations that others had around her was a little more than soothing.But all of that was interrupted when the presence of another one of her kind entered the building. Looking up from her phone, he stood out to her like a sore thumb. "Jesus Christ," she muttered, eyes flickering back to her phone. Maybe if she stayed quiet enough, maybe if she drank enough coffee, he wouldn't notice her. This was her café, this was her haven. She didn't want that to be taken away from her, not again.
"If you don’t like Tim Burton movies, you’re wrong!" Sandee yelled at the person walking by.
She hadn't payed much attention to the person she passed until she was being yelled at. Turning around, Lucy quirked a brow, almost taken aback. "So what you're trying to tell me is that my own opinion is incorrect. Where is the logic in that?"
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There were many pros and cons to being an Alpha werewolf. Having a painfully sharp sense of smell was one, though it often crossed the border between helpful and pestering. Such was the case as this one, Lucy came to realize. Green orbs darted from the ground next to him, to the actual stranger. Her acute senses told her that this one was not human, but she was not exposed to all the scents of the supernatural. Normally, she'd have loved to sought out the actual identity of this man, but it would have likely ended in an argument (most of her conversations with people nowadays did), which was something the lycan was not in the mood for. And...
He was blocking her path. It was almost as if he was strategically placed there. Because of that, she cursed silently at whenever god was up there, wondering why she was so unlucky. No, Lucy was not going to deal with this. Quickly thinking of a half-assed plan to avoid him, for her curiosity was going to quickly get the better of her, she back tracked some feet away, pulling out her phone and tried her best to look occupied. She was going to wait it out as smoothly as possible. Though noticeably looking back up from her phone to the stranger was not so.
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"If that’s true then the French haven’t exactly been around lately," Sookie countered with a cocked brow, a smirk growing to her lips as she regarded the woman awkwardly fidgeting with her clothes. “I live up the road in an old ranch. Family heirloom and all that but it’s mine," she replied confidently as she cocked her head back to gesture towards the house. Sookie knew that the girl wasn’t too much of a threat, or at least her nothing in her mind pointed towards violence or mayhem, and she saw no reason not to help her if she was so clearly lost. “Come on then. It’s not too far-, and then you can tell me all about how you got yourself so drenched."
The lingering sense of hostility towards the other woman wavered. Lucy would not stay here long. A shower, a quick meal, and she would be on her way, back towards...wherever the hell she was going. Her uneasiness was mainly due to the air she was smelling: repugnant. As much as the lycan would have rather been somewhere else, her choices were, unfortunately, limited. "I can see why Americans call Southerns so hospitable." The South was overall distasteful to Lucy. The people, however, not so much. Crossing her arms over her chest, she began to follow in the direction the other had gestured.
"If you could only have sex or food for the rest of your life, which one would you pick?"
"Why would you want to ask that to someone? That's the equivalent to asking someone to choose between the bones in your body or the muscles."
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"Twenty going on twenty-one. Or - even worse - nineteen. Like I said. Bold statement."
"—I took Chemistry my sophomore year. Physics is more or less what you’re looking for. If you’re going to insult my age and what I can and can’t do with my pack due to ‘homework’, at least do it right."
Her snide remarks are nothing in comparison to what he deals with on a regular basis—varying from his brother to Deucalion, all the way across to the opposing pack, namely Isaac. She should quit while she’s ahead.
"Speaking of pack. Where’s yours?"
"Huh. I took Physics my sophomore year, then Chemistry. Not my fault the American education system is different than France's." No point in hiding where she came from, it was all too easy to figure out. "I--do I fucking look like I'm nineteen? No, I'm turning twenty three this year." She's bitter. Maybe about the fact that taking physics in her sophomore year was one of the worst decisions her father has ever made for her, or about the fact that he suggests that she looks nineteen.
Ah. A question that is normally forbidden, and typically ignored, but this one is an alpha. It catches her off guard, unfortunately, so she licks her lips quickly as she thinks.
"Classified information, especially to the likes of you." Lucy takes the defensive, and hopes that he doesn't assume anything that could be true.
