I said I'd never leave, you'll never change
Characters: Jinx and Lucifer
When: Thursday morning
Where: The chateau
Rating: Always assume the worst, and I will lock it if necessary.
Summary: This is the first sign Lucifer's gotten in nearly two weeks that Jinx is even alive. You know, since he left her for dead. It's not going to go well.
Even though Jinx had only been in Adstringendum for half a year, she had grown accustomed to certain comforts. There were things that were hers and she wanted them. The only problem? They were at the Chateau. It took her a long time to gather up the courage to make a move this dumb. Since everything had happened, she'd been magically shielding herself from anything remotely angelic in the city. For all they had known, she was dead.
And she seriously hoped it stayed that way.
When she arrived, the Chateau was empty. It was freezing. Come to think of it, keeping the place warm was always for her benefit. When she made her way to their bedroom, the fireplace hadn't been touched for well over a week. Soot lingered on the rug in front of it. Frost decorated the insides of the windows. As she carefully pawed through her belongings, her breath was visible in the air.
She didn't look at all well. The color was still drained from her face. Though her eyes stopped swelling a while ago, there were faded bruises around them. Her hand was in a cast. Beneath her heavy clothing, her rib cage was bound as well as several wounds that had required stitches. If one looked closely, they could see that she was still limping on that twisted ankle. One of the worst things, in her opinion, was one of her ears. The earring had been ripped out completely, tearing her earlobe. It was probably never going to heal properly. The cosmetic damage bothered her the most.
Slowly, she filled her bag with clothes, a perfume bottle, her hairbrush, a sketchbook. For a moment, she stopped to pick a pillow up off the bed. She closed her eyes as she inhaled the familiar scent. It smelled like them.
When: Thursday morning
Where: The chateau
Rating: Always assume the worst, and I will lock it if necessary.
Summary: This is the first sign Lucifer's gotten in nearly two weeks that Jinx is even alive. You know, since he left her for dead. It's not going to go well.
Even though Jinx had only been in Adstringendum for half a year, she had grown accustomed to certain comforts. There were things that were hers and she wanted them. The only problem? They were at the Chateau. It took her a long time to gather up the courage to make a move this dumb. Since everything had happened, she'd been magically shielding herself from anything remotely angelic in the city. For all they had known, she was dead.
And she seriously hoped it stayed that way.
When she arrived, the Chateau was empty. It was freezing. Come to think of it, keeping the place warm was always for her benefit. When she made her way to their bedroom, the fireplace hadn't been touched for well over a week. Soot lingered on the rug in front of it. Frost decorated the insides of the windows. As she carefully pawed through her belongings, her breath was visible in the air.
She didn't look at all well. The color was still drained from her face. Though her eyes stopped swelling a while ago, there were faded bruises around them. Her hand was in a cast. Beneath her heavy clothing, her rib cage was bound as well as several wounds that had required stitches. If one looked closely, they could see that she was still limping on that twisted ankle. One of the worst things, in her opinion, was one of her ears. The earring had been ripped out completely, tearing her earlobe. It was probably never going to heal properly. The cosmetic damage bothered her the most.
Slowly, she filled her bag with clothes, a perfume bottle, her hairbrush, a sketchbook. For a moment, she stopped to pick a pillow up off the bed. She closed her eyes as she inhaled the familiar scent. It smelled like them.