#aella.

[blake--winter]

𝙰𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚜.

𝐂𝐘𝐏𝐑𝐔𝐒

[zephyranthcs]

Aella Santiago.

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@pridefxl

     “I need your help.” A SMILE BEFORE pressing a kiss to each cheek before sitting next to him, not opposite. Their conversation wasn’t meant for prying eyes or ears. NO ONE could know except those she trusted. And she most certainly trusted Lucifer enough to tell him this. Fingers press against her black dress, hugging her figure, hair curled behind her ear, blazer propped over her shoulders and bag in hand. She looked like a businesswoman and for the most part that was the reason why she was there. Eyes watch him and there’s a cruel smile on her face. She’s grown, changed since Lucifer met her. Things were DIFFERENT now, and she was going to make that permanent. 

She didn’t usually bother looking immaculate not a hair out of place, but she wasn’t there for a quick fuck like she may have been. Things that Lucifer and others had been whispering into her ears.She’d listened, she’s heard. She WANTS it now. “But I think this is a conversation best had privately. You don’t need the help overhearing this, dear.” 

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🌑 this is literally a question of which one tho

IT’S LATE AND she’s just managed to get Iolanthe to fall asleep, after begging, feeding her and then reading her a story. She almost feels like a mortal, out of one of those movies as she rubs a hand over her eyes, entering the room she was sharing with Dionysus. He wasn’t there, bed was cold — he had errands to run and most likely he was with the maenads— carnally most like. And there was a pang of hurt there — one that she QUASHED as she rolled on her side, fingers clasping into sheets as she tried to lull herself to sleep. 

It’s hard without him here, she’s gotten used to it ( foolishly ) and she’s just about asleep when she feels someone slip into the bed, wrapping a warm arm around her. She mumbles her love to him, feels him pressing a kiss to her hair before she turns, wanting to face him. Wanting to see. There’s lipstick smudged on his cheek and she can’t help but huff slightly at it, barely open eyes pulling him close, pressing kisses to his lips, deepening it before pulling back.Words are slurred, sleep softened and hands have found his back, rubbing there, lips resting against his shoulder. She’s wrapped herself around him — inescapable. Doesn’t want anyone — doesn’t want him to leave her. “You come back to me. Please.” 

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@swinecrown

HE’S SAT IN the middle of the room and she’s not going to bother to say anything as she walks over to him, planting herself FIRMLY in his lap, glaring at whoever the woman was who had been talking to him previously. The turtleneck and shorts accentuate her figure, and she can’t help but smirk as she turns to look at him, a hand running down his cheek. Her actions speak LOUDER than words and she can only hope he doesn’t push her off his lap. That has happened before, but that man hadn’t survived the night. 

A woman has NEEDS, which was why she was here in the first place. She’s left little to the imagination when it comes to her legs, her shorts finishing high on her thigh. He could EASILY slip a hand in there if he were feeling frisky, wouldn’t be the first time she’s indulged in this, especially with her age. 

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@pridefxl

SOMEONE LIKE AELLA was hard to miss, with how tall she was, and the fact she seemed to OOZE power, that and the fact that what she was wearing was practically superglued to her skin, sparkling in the darkness of the club. She RARELY gets time out like this, with having a small child, able to speak full sentences and get up to MISCHIEF. So when she did, well, she liked to go all out, which she obviously has done tonight. Humming slightly, bag in hand, she enters, heading straight towards the bar. 

None of the people there seemed to be HUMAN, places like this attracted them it seemed, much like the bar and grill, but the monster wasn’t going to complain. That just meant the night was going to be all the more fun, as she certainly wasn’t going to leave alone. Fingers tap against the ( clean ! ) bar as she waits for her drink, noticing a blonde standing near her, tilting her head slightly she hums. As the alcoholic beverage is given, she can’t help but raise a brow at the other before moving closer to him. He seems familiar, but she can’t quite put her finger on where she’s met him. Certainly hadn’t made an impact on her if they had. “This place is nice.” 

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@urulxce

AELLA ALWAYS WORRIES about bringing Io to the park. She’s stronger than the other children and well, slightly more grown for her age, which is probably why she’s hanging around another older girl who is hugging her and pushing her on the swings. But still, she’s INCREDIBLY nervous, hands white knuckled as she watches them, though she notices a man sidling up to her and her breathe seizes up until she notices that he’s watching the other girl like a hawk. Parents were like that after all. “I take it she’s yours.” 

Pointing at the other girl, a small nervous smile on her face, features still slightly pale, chewing on her bottom lip. Dani would tease her for WORRYING so much, but Iolanthe was her flesh and blood ( his too ) and she would always feel overprotective about her. When she grew older, she was sure it would be the cause of fights, but until then she would enjoy her being an utter mothers girl.