“I didn’t know there was a difference,” she said, finally losing her half bored and half serious demeanor. A smile crept over her face and she gave him a tiny wink. When the waitress came over to the table, Mic attempted to give her a smile. It didn’t seem to work and when she walked away, Mic shrugged at Gabriel.
“Eh, it’s a start.” He shrugged, grinning teasingly at her. “Even though your smile is lookin’ a little more like you’re constipated.” He huffed a laugh.
“I can’t fix that. It’s just the way I smile. I don’t know how to smile any other way.” As if to demonstrate her point, she gave him an extremely forced and awkward smile. When the waitress came back, Mic pocketed the card. “I made sure to give her a good tip, by the way.”
»“…Has passed away.” Add a character and see how my muse reacts!
»Back From The Dead || Murphy & Mic
If he’d been doing anything else, anything besides trying to wake up—it’s early enough, damn it, and it was a long fucking night—with a cigarette, he might’ve missed the tentative call from the other side of the door. He might’ve missed the voice, though rough from disuse, that was familiar to him and yet shouldn’t be possible. Hadn’t she said at one point that once a demon actually dies, there’s no coming back? She shouldn’t be back. He’s hearing shit. Maybe it’s a trick. He opens the door anyway.
Suspicions confirmed, well partially anyway, he stares. Blatantly. If it’s a trick, it’s a pretty good one. She looks like she just climbed out of her own damn grave, which would sound about right. The vessel had probably been buried. “Mic. If this is a fuckin’ trick ‘m gonna fuckin’ snap, kill th’ one responsible, then find y’ m’self.” Grabbing her wrist, he tugged her inside with all the gentleness he could manage before nudging the door shut behind them. Best have this reunion inside, after all. “What th’ hell e’en happened?”
It was miracle that she didn’t flinch or pull back from him or worse. She had to remind herself that this was her friend and he wouldn’t hurt her. As soon as he shut the door, though, she pulled her arm away from him. Glancing around the room, Mic found it was hard for her to look at him. There was no reason that it should be. Maybe because part of her still was afraid the whole thing was a trick, just like he was saying.
“I don’t know. I don’t think this is a trick.” She finally looked at him then back down, brushing off some of the dirt. Maybe if she had been more with it, she would have apologized. Probably not. “I was dead, I know that and in Purgatory and somehow I’m back. I just don’t know how or why,” she told him.
Every Sinner Has A Future: yourstorynotours: yourstorynotours: miczariel: “Why let them? They…
“Why let them? They call me a demon like it’s a bad thing. You think that I get my panties in a twist because they’re idiots?” she gave a small snort of amusement. Mic could actually understand why she was upset. After all, she got…
“That is one of my faces and talents, yes. I am commonly known as that by these people,” She admitted after a pause. It was unusual for her to response to that title anymore. She was more focused on the maternal aspect of her nature these days.
Mic noted the pause and raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t good at picking up on other people’s feelings or emotions. Intentions were a different thing but this time she thought she had gotten it right. “You don’t like that name? I think I would be pretty flattered if they called me that. Of course, in Hell they called me the Warrioress. That wasn’t so bad.”
»On The Road ~ Mic
Mic propped herself up on her elbow and looked over at him. She didn’t know if she should wake him up or not. It wasn’t something that she had a lot of experience with. Humans were strange. So instead of waking him up, she just put a hand on his shoulder and stared blankly at the opposite wall, almost dozing off.
He groaned loudly in his sleep, the nightmare world tearing through him, making him die over and over again. He couldn’t snap out of it. He was starting to sweat and shake, teeth chattering loudly and skin running violently with goosebumps.
Now she was sure that she should wake him up. Mic took him by the shoulder and shook him gently. She was worried that he might lash out at her even though he couldn’t actually hurt her. It still wouldn’t feel good if he did. “Bobby. Hey, Bobby. Wake up, you’re having a bad dream,” she said, adding a muttered ‘dumbass’.
I really appreciate the people who sent me nice messages today, it means a lot to me. And the people who stuck with me. I’m going to finish up the rest of my replies tomorrow.