Lilith, now known as Paloma, is enjoying a glass of wine. Asmodeusโ presence is felt and soon enough seen. Thereโs silence as they stand side by side and the womanโs sips at her wine. โAsmodeusโ she greets after a moment.
hands are long lost within their pockets, coat flowing elegantly behind and a non-descript smirk lingers at the edge of their ivory features. the movement of Asmodeus relaxed and unperturbed. coming to stand alongside, @witchwoes
It was not so much his charm but his good genes and good looks. She knew theyโd create a perfect monster. He should not take it so personal however. Paloma was hardly ever charmed. His grin remains, it was only mildly infuriating. โStop living in the past, Cillian.โ ++
She was charmed by him once, enough to lay in bed with him and grow heavy with a child. And quite the child they are, nastier than his youngest could ever dream of being. Pairing the genes of a wolf and the genes of a demon seemed to created a catastrophic monster. โHmโ Cillian +
Lilith looks at him, more like down at him. She was never charmed by him. โCillianโ she says while looking away and ahead. โWhat a pleasant surpriseโ but her tone lacks.
Cigar is perched between his lips, a cloud of smoke billowing behind him and he leans across the railing, humming lazily. He looks towards @witchwoes, a grin upon his lips. โHello, Mami.โ
Well โฆ she understands why the other is wary. The same reason why Paloma was wary. Kas. The older woman leans on the railing as well but instead of facing it, facing away from it. โHow are you, hm?โ
hmm. such an act is thoroughly enticing. how it could be taken, reacted to. but โฆ she is wary. for more reasons than one. โyour welcome, mรกthair.โ shiv leans on the railing, merely watching smoke flow from plush lips.
Paloma laughs quietly, amusedly at the grumble. She leans forth and places the cigarette on the flame, observing the tribid as she does. She blows the smoke slowly, โthank you darlingโ she strokes her chin.
shivโs grumble is half-hearted, piling from her lips in a lazed tumble. โhm.โ lighter is fished from her pocket, lit readily for the older woman.
Bastardo. That is what this man was. A bastard. Easy able to enrage anyone with his behavior. How Siobhan came from such a vile man, Paloma is uncertain. โIโm certainly above you, querido. Youโre lucky Iโm not much of the violent type, else you wouldโve had your throat ++
In a matter of seconds, he is slapped and Cillianโs eyes flutter shut for a moment, rumbling chuckle revving to life within his chest. Oh. Kasdeya certainly falls close to this tree. โIโd treat you like a lady, if you dared to let me.โ Snarls the McGrath, lips twisting but +
+ not being in their lives to ruin it. Paloma reacts without thought, slapping him across the face as he speaks to her so crudely. โYouโd do well to speak to me like a lady and not some whore you want to stuff, desgraciado.โ
Would you look at that, he has some shame. The demon-witch would scuff if she were to hear such a thing. They were speaking of him, not Lucifer. Sheโs sure that many of Cillianโs children wished heโd not speak to them at all. Sometimes being a decent parent was +
Please. Her daughter is stunning but Cillian wouldnโt touch Kasdeya with a twelve foot pole. Even he knows that is one barrier he shouldnโt cross. But her? Hmm. He wouldnโt mind seeing her within the bedroom. Each parent is horrible in their own way. How many +
No, not even a little. How shameless it was of him to ogle at her and her daughter. As if they werenโt both married. Quite frankly it wasnโt even that, Paloma could not stand Cillian. He was a horrible father. โAre you? I didnโt know you could be fond of anything or ยป
Not even a little? Shucks. A true heartbreaker, she is. But alas, he will recover. He stretches out, as if he owned the venue. Hmm. Quite the pair, her and her daughter. Heartbreakers and stunners, demands attention and adoration without saying a word. How many decades has it +
+ โI doโ she replies, always prideful in her children and grandchildren. Something sheโs sure he cannot really relate to. โThey are the future of this family โฆ and your even. Those two grandpups graduating are also of your blood.โ
And quite frankly she could not care what he was or was not fond of. Paloma sits at the bar, legs cross and delicate hand trailing along the neck of her glass. His voice breaks her peaceful silence, demanding her attention. The witch hums, gazing at him as he speaks. +
Quite frankly, heโs never been overly fond of witches and their voodoo bit. Curses. Hexes. Itโs all a bit much. But heโll be a liar if he says @witchwoes doesnโt cause some ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ. โYou must feel a sense of pride, hmm?โ It would seem like he is the one whoโs a +