#marisol luna.

[brvisedmorality]

@enchaxxted​

Three times this week, not one, not two, but three, she had been pulled from her business due to some stupid fucking spell. Everyone thought it was fun, free even, to be a demon, but the way that summoning felt a little bit like suffocating, that was not any of those things. At this point, it was annoying, and that showed when she finally appeared in the room, back pressed against the wall immediately as she sighed heavily, realizing who, and what was behind all of this. “There is no possible reason that you have brought me back here this many times in seven days, what in the actual fuck do you want?” She asked, exhausted. “If this is your way of courting me, let me tell you chief, this ain’t it.” 

[malicieuses]

"Anyone ever tell you, you have the worst possible timing?" She didn't turn around, or stop what she was doing in the slightest but there was always a sort of presence that carried with them. Marisol was no stranger to these things, considering she'd lived what felt like a thousand lives, and experience was that little motherfucker in the back of your head, always dragging back all the things she didn't need to reopen. Actually, the irony, was that their presence was one of those things. Regardless, her focus didn't shift, at least not yet. Instead, she continued painting, despite the rain, despite the intrusion, as if what she was doing meant something. Hell, maybe it did. "Did you actually need something or was this regularly scheduled ptsd?"