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↖High-Functioning Psychopath (We’re Changeable)

bracesnbowties:

thedevilsconsultingcriminal:

bracesnbowties:

thedevilsconsultingcriminal:

bracesnbowties started following you

Hi!

Oh Hello! Nice to meet you Jim, I’m the Doctor.

…can i kiss him and run away? I want to kiss him and run away Doctor. CAN I? OH CAN I?

I’m sorry for the blonde loon over here. Bit of a parasite right now.

Would you like me to take care of it for you? I doubt she’d feel a thing…

No! Of course not! Poor girl’s terrified, look at what you did!

-squeaks and hides behind the Doctor- Idon’tlikeJimmyboyanymore

It’s bad enough she’s painfully ordinary—do you have to be one of those people?

bracesnbowties:

thedevilsconsultingcriminal:

bracesnbowties started following you

Hi!

Oh Hello! Nice to meet you Jim, I’m the Doctor.

…can i kiss him and run away? I want to kiss him and run away Doctor. CAN I? OH CAN I?

I’m sorry for the blonde loon over here. Bit of a parasite right now.

Would you like me to take care of it for you? I doubt she’d feel a thing…

workingfordemons:

There was a reflex that she had to ignore, to punch him. She wasn’t going to do it. But she had that twinge in the back of her head that said she would. She wasn’t going to make a big deal of it. She was drunk and she was going to blame it on that. But she was quickly sobering up with this whole demon thing and Jim sitting on her couch, or at least she wanted to think she was because sobering up meant the illusion would go away.

Sell her soul. “Sell my soul?” She hadn’t known there was going to be a bargaining chip. She should have figured, everything in life came with a price. Hell even knew that apparently. Still trying to wrap her thick skull around the idea she looked at him plainly, “I already sold my soul when I said I’d work for you.” it was stoic, lacking meaning. But entirely true.

She stared, first instinct was to go for a gun but the one in her jacket was too far and the one in the table drawer was also and so was the one sitting on the table. She hadn’t remember to put the one under the couch back strictly because she just got the couch. Instead the twitchy finger gripped her knee tightly and she swore, under her breath at first and the louder the second time as she turned her head toward the ground. She looked at him again and reached over, two fingers, her trigger fingers poking him in the shoulder. Solid.

“…..So you’re staying?”

“You thought you could just resurrect someone from the dead and not have to pay a price?” he asked, his expression and the scoff that followed his question suggesting the notion was completely insane, then tilted his head in an accepting manner at her next words, “True. But the deal would’ve bought you a one way ticket to Hell, helping me was just entering the lottery for it.”

It was true, working with him definitely didn’t guarantee Sebastian going to Hell, it just 99.999% assured it. Selling her soul would have been that extra umph she needed on the way down. His lip curled up in a smirk at her lack of extreme reaction to his eyes. She could have gone for her gun, he saw the urge rise in her as she looked into the black depths of his eyes, but all she did was swear and poke him. His smirk only widened at her question, with a blink his eyes were back to normal. Loyal until the end—and beyond— Moran was and all this did was prove it. It was so interesting how far normal people would go for loyalty. He briefly wondered how far he could push her to that end. If dying didn’t break whatever trust she had in him then what would?…But more time for that thought later.

“Of course. Know anyone else willing to house a criminal mastermind turned demon?” he asked, not expecting an answer.

Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Holmes. It’s all true, of course, but still.

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make believe

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