Join Me
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
After her first encounter with Salome, one thing stuck with Josephine. Salome refused to be owned. She had made it abundantly clear that she was her own person, and no one else made her decisions for her--yet, there she was, keeping Josephine from leaving, following the orders of Lucifer himself. That was the kind of thing that lingered in the back of Jo’s mind as she walked her normal route around Paradise, her legs yelling at her to stop, yet her mind was urging her forward. Movement, at least Jo found, made her think more clearly, especially in terms of plans for the future. So far Jo didn’t have much of a plan, just a whim, a hope, a cast out into the open ocean.
( Speak of the Devil. )
Salome appeared, and her appearance alone would have been enough to remind everyone that she was not a lowly human. Her feet did not touch the ground without purpose. Black wings did not flutter in the breeze without necessity. Salome was careful, quiet, calculating. Salome was everything Jo wished she was, and yet they were the same in may ways. Even a brief exchanged look and Jo saw herself in the depths of Salome’s empty soul. Kindred spirits may have been too strong of a word, but if Jo didn’t enjoy being caged, Salome could not enjoy it either.
“Salome,” Jo said in an even voice.
“I think you’ve become far too confident, Josephine,” Salome responded, her voice almost sounding bored, far above whatever nonsense she knew Josephine was about to spew at her.
“I think you lied to me.”
Salome paused, trying to understand just what exactly Jo was talking about. Of course she had probably lied to her, but Josephine sounded knowing, and that alone was enough to make Salome change her stance. It was dangerous for humans to know more than they should.
“I lie all the time, especially to pathetic things like you. I used to be like you, you know. Opening my legs at the drop of a hat. Do you hate yourself as much as I used to? Or do you simply pretend like you do with most things? Tell me--does your sweet Patrick know just how many men have found their way into your marital bed?” Salome’s tone changed from boredom to something akin to excitement at the possibility of something more than just normal mundane questions.
“You told me you didn’t follow anyone else’s orders. You lied. You lied to me, and to yourself.” Josephine stepped towards the demon, whose eyes were starting to blaze at the insinuation.
“Tsk, tsk. You’re getting very bold indeed.”
“Help me. Help us. Help yourself. Leave Paradise with us, help us escape. Free yourself.”
Josephine’s words were hurried as she started to look around her urgently. She knew the offer was a weak one, one based off of one interaction and a hope that maybe her and Salome were more alike than they could have possibly known.
“I am free,” Salome said, yet she did not sound convincing. She sounded far off, as if she herself had become an echo, a shadow, of the woman she was before.
“If you decide to stop lying to yourself--” Jo trailed off and walked away. Her heels managing to stay above the grass. All that was left to do was to wait.
