⚘ ㅤparlor。

@♡ jisoo h。 She once again smiled as he spoke. He was really a sweet guy, she could tell... which was all the more reason to sink her teeth into him. “Oh anything? I kind of have an itch that only you can scratch.” She said softly before letting out a small giggle.

She knew exactly where they were going to go, it only seemed logical. Of course Joshua wouldn’t know, he was nervous and drunk. She sighed as she looked at him, his gaze was a strong one but she could still pick out tipsiness and nervousness in his gaze.

After hearing his question, Chae giggled a bit. “Oh no, of course not. If you weren’t from Sweet Tooth I probably wouldn’t be wanting to pleasure you so much, or wanting you to pleasure me so much for that matter. I’m from Sweet Tooth as well. I just thought I’d get my suspicions confirmed. I could tell you were from there... don’t worry I’m just good at reading people. Anyways, don’t be shy. I’m taking you to the den. It’ll be more easier for us there to get to know each other a bit better.” Chae said as she kissed his cheek before leading him to the den with her.

(Wanna switch over our rp to the den now?)

@♥ chaeeun l。 To hear that she understood his actions was somewhat relieving. But it didn't make Jisoo any less embarrassed for being so forward and perhaps easy for her. He wasnt the master in this, most of the time alcohol was talking and he was around college girls instead of charismatic women that attracts him and makes him go hard just by talking. He watched as she set her glass down and looked at her as she spoke. He got excited when she said she was gonna handle whatever's going on down there for him and became curios as to what he could do for her. "Oh, I'd be happy to help you with anything, Chaeeun."

When he felt his hand grabbed, he placed the money to pay for his drink and followed her out. Normally, Jisoo would be a little panicky when he's going to someplace that he wasn't sure of, but tonight with Chaeeun, he decided to just go with the flow. But maybe that's the martini doing the thinking for him. He was out of his thoughts as they left the parlor so when she turned to him and smirked, he was confused.

Once regaining his senses, he thought about her question. "Is there a problem if I am? Are you from Sweet Tooth too?" Jisoo asked her with his head tilted slightly as he noticed that she looked him up and down, he unconsciously did the same to her as well. "Have you figured out a place where you can help me and I can help you tonight?" Jisoo asked shyly, looking down at his feet to hide the excitement he was feeling.

@♡ jisoo h。 After the kiss, Chae’s smile grew even bigger. This was so easy that she could scream. “Oh it’s alright I understand. You were just caught up in the moment, along with the alcohol as well. So, how about we go somewhere private where I can handle that for you? And where you can handle something for me.” She said with a grin as she set her glass down.

She then grabbed his hand and led him out of the parlor after paying for her drink. Human men sometimes got around her but they were never shy about it, not like he was. Chae was very intrigued by him.

As they left the parlor, she turned to him and smirked. “Are you from sweet tooth by any chance?” She asked as she looked him up and down as if he was her prey... which he was.

@♥ chaeeun l。 Jisoo ducked his head a bit with a small smile when complimented of his features. Though he knows he dressed his best tonight, still hearing that compliment from someone else was pleasing to him. "Chaeeun. A beautiful name that suits a beautiful lady." Jisoo said quietly as he sipped at his drink whilst keeping eye contact with her.

He tried his best to remain composed without giving away the relief that he would be accompanied tonight. His grin became wider when she spoke. However, he froze when she leaned in to whisper. Her hot breath that came with every word from her beautiful lips made his heart race and member becoming harder. She left Jisoo feeling excited but embarrassed at the same time at how obvious he was becoming as he intended for this encounter to play off cool. Oh well, that failed. He his lips lightly when she leaned back to her seat.

Clearing his throat before looking back at her with a y grin plastered on his face. "Well, I'm glad you can keep me company tonight, Chaeeun. I assure you your time with me will be well spent." Jisoo said as he sipped his martini. "But I do feel a little uncomfortable with this-" gesturing towards his discreetly. "-so would you be okay in helping me relieve it?" Jisoo asked as he leaned closer towards her with lustful eyes. It's probably the alcohol doing but unconsciously Jisoo leaned in further and planted his lips against hers. Kissing her softly to make sure she gets to taste the blueberries of his cocktail. Once realizing what he did, he pulled away and bowed his head. "My apologies, Chaeeun. I didn't even ask if it was okay with you ... to kiss you."

@♡ jisoo h。 “Thank you Joshua. You look really handsome by the way.” Chaeeun replied with a smile before sipping her sweet pink almost red drink. She was slightly taken aback by the ma’am part. She had never been called that before, but she liked it. Was this how tipsy nervous males of the human species acted towards such a woman of her level of attractiveness?

Chae grinned at him after the word fell from his lips. “I’m Chaeeun but you can call me Chae if you’d like.” She replied as she ran her index finger along the rim of her glass as she faced him with a smile on her face.

After he spoke, she giggled a bit. This was so easy it was almost criminal, but Chae decided not to rush things too much... tonight she would play a bit with her food. “Oh no, I don’t have any plans tonight actually. It’s my night off and I’m off tomorrow as well. So I’m free as a bird. I could totally keep you company Joshua.” She said gently before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Plus I see you have a and I could totally help you out with that too if you’d like.” Chae whispered sensually into his ear. She made sure that her sweet breath hit every crevice of his ear before she leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs and smirking at him a bit as she sipped her drink.

@♥ chaeeun l。 Jisoo's mind was blank, probably due to the alcohol but when she responded back to him, he couldn't think of anything to say. When she threw out sarcasm, he was able to think of a comeback that he hoped sounded better when voiced out than just in his head. "I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look." He said with a grin as he sat down by her when she offered. He noticed the drink that she had; vodka his favorite. He ordered his Blueberry Martini, after realizing that he went up to the lady without one and sipped at it when it arrived.

Looking back at the lady before him, he smiled at her. "Joshua. My name's Joshua, ma'am." He internally panicked when he realized what he said. Most women that he met didn't like the term ma'am, but then again they were all college students. The aura that his tipsy self was getting from this woman was an aura of dominance, which he found very attractive. "May I know what's yours?" He asked as he tilted his head on the side whilst looking at her features.

It was amusing how alcohol always amplified Jisoo's sight and made everything seem more detailed and beautiful. Her features were a beauty that would not be found easily and Jisoo found himself slightly hard; cursing internally at how messed up his system was by his favorite cocktail. "I was wondering if you had any plans tonight? I don't and I could really use some company after this ty day." Jisoo asked, wondering what her response would be. Half-expecting her to turn away because he felt like he was sounding like a creep.

@♡ junmyeon k。 "Then a week should suffice. That gives me enough time to get intel so we can progress through this transaction as quickly and efficiently as possible. I wouldn't want to be the angel to waste your time, however limited it may be." Mary commented in return, tone even and calm. She was thankful that her empathetic nature from her previous life on Earth had long been lost. If it hadn't, she'd be just as on edge as the man before her. In her opinion, he had more than enough reason to feel the way they did. Three years was a long time when it came to searching. If had been her, she would've probably given up by now. She soon removed her smaller hand from Junmyeon's, lifting her arms to cross them back over her chest. "I believe it. What did your first contact tell you? It could give me a point to start from." Her eyes looked over Junmyeon's neck for any sign of angel marks, only to find none. It couldn't have been another angel, could it? No. Proper transactions included marking during tier 2 and she found no visible marks. Then again, they could've marked where it couldn't be seen, but that would be mildly illogical. The worth of a human to an angel could be dependent on the amount of marks they carried and where they were located.

Eyes quickly met Junmyeon's once again at the sound of his inquiry, lips forming yet another smile, this one softer than the previous. "The next step is for you to allow me time to find information. Meanwhile, as part of the process, you should be expecting material gifts." She reached out a hand to lightly tug at his lower lip in an attempt to remove it from the confines of his pearly white teeth. "You're going to make it bleed, you know."

@♡ jisoo h。 Chaeeun just so happened to be off of work for the night from one of the bars in town. She went to a bar in particular tonight which just so happened to be her favorite spot. So many drunk humans she could sink her teeth into. She sat at the bar and ordered her favorite drink, Breakfast at Tiffany’s which was wine, vodka, rose water and berries. It just so happened to be high in alcohol but Chae had a high tolerance for alcohol.

She sipped it before sighing and observing the humans around the bar. Some people were chatting, others were making out with their significant others, and just a few were sitting by themselves. Just then, Chae saw a guy get up and approach her. He looked really nice and had a certain scent to him that made her smile a bit. He was definitely a human.

He came up and spoke to her, and she could sense that he was nervous. It was kind of amusing for her so she thought she’d have some fun. “Let me guess... you see a lonely woman at a bar and want to pick her up huh?” She said while grinning up at him. “It’s okay, I’m just joking around. Why don’t you have a seat. So, aren’t you gonna ask me for my name... handsome?” She said with a smile as she patted the seat next to her.

@♥ chaeeun l。 College today. His group presentations were terrible and s blamed him for the mistake he didn't do. The lecturer wouldn't hear his part of the story and merely rated them all equally when it was clear that he did the most part of the work. The library was more than he could handle today, there was a new version of textbooks and his boss dumped the whole workload onto him and expected him to complete it at an unbelievable deadline. So, tonight he decided to turn to his best friend, alcohol.

Entering the slightly crowded parlor where everyone was with their own cliques, Jisoo decided to go to the bar where they served the drinks. He did his hair up today, deciding to dress his best for the rest of the night to make himself feel better. He wore a minimalist patterned dress shirt and black pants that showed off his legs. Sitting upon the stool, he ordered one of his favorite cocktail; Blueberry Martini. Deciding to start the night strong in hopes to be able to wipe out his memories of today, he sipped at his drink whilst looking about at how happy everyone else seems to be.

It caused him slight anger, that he was the only one feeling so negative tonight when he was dressed so beautiful for who knows who. Ah, that must be why he was feeling so bitter. He was the only one in the parlor without a companion, friend, or lover. Scoffing at his realization, he smirked to himself as he downed his drink and ordered another one. It was few more drinks before Jisoo became a bit tipsy and was smiling idiotically to himself whilst humming tunes to no one in particular. That was until he laid his eyes on a beautiful lady. Getting up to walk to her, he managed to straighten himself and made sure that he doesn't walk or talk like an idiot. He rehearsed several pick-up lines in his head but once near enough to the lady he could only mutter a nervous "Hello".

@♥ mary c。 strength physically was no issue for the fit, lean young man he was but the mental strain of his family’s absence and brother’s disappearance made him dream of horrors unspeakable. he blames those for his squeamishness. when she takes his hand, he stares in return: eyes boring holes into her and his grip tightening ever so slightly. out of nervousness or to affirm that he wanted this, he wasn’t sure.

“anything to simply know where my brother is,” junmyeon hisses under his breath, resisting the urge to snap. his teeth grit because he’s tired, anxious, and alive—something he didn’t think he’d feel in months. now, when he’s just a week from knowing about his brother, when he’s a week away from knowing more than just an empty house filled with the ghosts of his pasts, junmyeon’s made it this far. “i’ll do anything for him, mary. anything. i heard something... briefly— from the first contact that told me about sweet tooth.” he mutters, withdrawing his hand and shoving both hands wrist-deep into his front pockets. he felt so much all at once: anger swirled in his head, excitement swirled dizzingly in his chest, and the need to tear through the city once again tantalizes him from head to toe.

“But what is the next step for me?” Junmyeon dares inquire, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth to pluck a patch fo dry skin from him, a habit thats stuck with his oensive self for years.

@♡ junmyeon k。 Mary tried her best to stay patient. It wasn't like she was patient by nature, but a transaction like this was rather exciting. Her second one since coming to Earth. If this went over well, she'd only have to make ten more. Ten more until she got to be with him. Images of dark eyes, kind words, and warm embraces invaded her thoughts, distracting her until Junmyeon's voice ripped them away. This was no time to think about the man she longed to hold in her arms or the place she'd rather be.
Her eyes met Junmyeon's once more, those same eyes widening when the man's tone of voice changed completely. The nervous tone and indecisive mannerisms had disappeared and in their place was spite and frustration. "Give me a week then. Is that reasonable enough, Junmyeon?" She inquired, a smirk spreading across her lips in amusement. This was rather interesting. She wondered if this was a normal thing when he was determined or if this was something new. A barely audible fit of laughter then left her lips, which she was quick to shroud with her hand as she removed herself from her chair and departed to retrieve the table he had thrown. "You're rather funny when you're angry. Tell me. Are you always like this when you're on edge?" She lifted up the wooden object with ease, bringing it back over to its proper place with a lighthearted smile. "You think this transaction is going to be easy in comparison to your previous search? Oh honey. You're in for a wild ride if that's what you're thinking."

The smile never leaving her rosy pink lips, Mary reached out to grasp Junmyeon's hand once she stepped back in front of him. "If only you understood what you would be giving me. I suggest reading through your transaction information after this so you know exactly what the hell you're getting into." Squeezing his hand in her own, her lips spread into a wider smile, umber eyes transitioning into a shade of black. "I'll notify Lucifer of our pairing so we can begin."

(rip he has no idea that she has to taste him once they reach tier 2 and what the grainlets actually are ahsldahs. I'll let Tae know about the pairing though)

@♥ mary c。 the terms and conditions were laid out in front of him and junmyeon wondered if this was truly the best bargain he could get. he weighed his options: what was there to lose? if his brother was alive, then he had time to lose, but without this he had no starting point. it's from here that junmyeon tried to fork off, think of alternatives but he was at his closest to his first transaction. why wait? thinking costed time too. he stands slowly, and decides to take fate in stride.

"i... understand. i understand completely. some chance of knowing something is more than nothing," he utters and draws in a shallow breath. one of his feet shuffle against the plush shag flooring, as he admits, his tone near spiteful, "i can give you time but time could be risky if he's in trouble... i wasted, three-- ing!-- years, already." his voice crescendos quickly, hands gripping the side table and anger sinking its talons deep under his skin. swinging it up and away, he tosses the mahogany-looking furniture and his chest rises and falls with every breath. "i ing wasted three years for something so... so SIMPLE, so easy," he hisses, hands rubbing over his features again as he faces

junmyeon sticks out his hand, extending it with utter surety, even with his lips pursed tight with residual anger, "pair with me. take what you need, when you need it - bit by bit or all at once, take your damn grainlets." determination burned bright in his once warm sepia eyes.

[ SHORT IM S o RRY ]

@♡ junmyeon k。 (Omg I just realized I had you tagged as Wonwoo from the marriage therapy AU that Viv made a few months ago O.O. I honestly wanted to rp with you back then so this is kinda amazingly ironic and yeah-)

@♡ junmyeon k。 (I LOVE THIS TOO OMG. YOU ARE MOST WELCOME. THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME DO THIS WITH YOU. Yay for empathy and all that. rip I have that issue in rl. I'm not sure which powers I'm gonna let Mary keep.)

Mary didn't flinch when the window was thrown open. Things like that happened all too often, so she was beyond feeling surprised. Bringing herself off the chair, she calmly strolled over to said window and closed it back up, making sure to lock it before returning to her seat. "You seem deep in thought, Junmyeon. You know you're welcome to ask questions, right? I know I don't seem patient, but I am." She said in hopes of reassuring him, wiping her hands down on her shorts to remove the excess dust they had acquired. "For the sake of disclosure, you are correct. If you tell me what you're searching for, I can confirm whether or not I'm suitable to your needs." She nodded firmly, noting how the man's demeanor had changed. It seemed nervous at first but now it seemed almost...defeated. Leaning back in her own chair, she observed him carefully. She was more than willing to do her job but she wasn't going to follow through if he honestly didn't want this. "We could start with trying to find him and figure it out from there. If he's alive and possibly in trouble, then we could try and save him. If he's not...I can probably figure out where he went from there. Maybe ask around to see if he's alright in Heaven or uh-" She paused, clearing . "Down below." She'd had her fair share of potential clients who wished for materialistic things. Mansions, all the money they could ever want, a booming business legacy. Wishes like Junmyeon's were few and far between. They were wishes for the sake of others. If she still had a heart, Mary would've felt touched.
"I'd have to ask around, but I'm sure I can find something." She brushed a few stands of dark hair from her tanned skin, attempting to rationalize this as best she could. Her equally as dark eyes met his, her tongue running between her drying lips as she struggled to formulate thoughts. "Right now I need your patience. grainlets and other things can wait. I'm willing to help you but you have to remember that I'm not a miracle worker. If I consent to an arrangement with you and you with me, it will take time for this to work. It's possible that I can locate him and if he's still around, possibly save him or bring you to him. If I can't, however, you must remember that you consented to all of this and I'm not responsible if something doesn't go exactly as you wanted. I do all of these arrangements to the best of my abilities but you must be realistic about this. If it turns out that he isn't around anymore, I can't bring him back. I can allow you to talk to his ghost but he can't physically be brought back into your world. Do you understand this?" She leaned forward, closing some of the distance between them but keeping her eyes locked on his.

(Lol same though :'D)

@♥ mary c。 [ im in loOOOOOOOOOOVE I L OVE THIS SO M U CH IM S C R EAM IN G THA N KYOU FOR WINGING THIS WITH ME -- AND YES, yes they do!! irene has watered down telepathy - really its just empathy, where she can feel other's emotional states very well, or she picks up on more information that others probably could without super powers. her telepathy is a very sensory experience. ]

the slam of the window being thrown wide open by a gust of wind shakes junmyeon from his thoughts once more, thinking of his brother and then thinking on what must have happened: there were enough angels to start a program of this size. what had caused them to fall? in such numbers? was it all the same reason or each their own sin? how many angels were there in total? her answers seemed to multiply the questions on his tongue ten fold. lost as to where to start, junmyeon's lips open.

and close. they open again, and it takes a long moment before shattering the silence, "I suppose this is where I tell you about what I'm looking for." a dry chuckle, his shoulders drop, and junmyeon submits himself to the program he willingly dove into. a hand comes up to rub over his features and junmyeon sinks back into the plush arm chair, finally regarding mary with weary but nonchalant eyes. he gave up being nervous: it was too late now to back out. "i don't know what my wish is. whether it's to know where i can find him, to know he's alive, or to actually save him, i do not know, but i'm on the search for my step brother." junmyeon's voice is sober, he's startling aware of the magnitude of his wish, but skeptical of the angels because they weren't genies: there was no way to wish for a million more wishes, nor a guarantee of how far each wish will take him.

"i need to know something, anything, about how he is or if he's..." his words stop short, unable to bring the idea to life, refusing to grant that possibility even the slightest chance. his eyes bore into her own, pleading almost for a definitive answer, "i only have one thing of his, and nothing else but memories. i ask you, what do you need of me? actually," he corrects himself curtly as he leans forward, elbows on his knees and begging for her full attention throughout, "i need to know if you're /willing/ to help me. if not, i need your help regardless to find someone who CAN."

[ its ok i love it long :^) tahts what she said ]

@♡ junmyeon k。 (It's perfectly okay! It's not a problem at all! Also, tmw I find out that daddies/fallen angels still have some powers despite being exiled. It should be helpful to us. I went into the wikihow room and found out just now ^^")

Mary continued to listen intently to the man, gaze tearing away from his handsome form long enough to catch a glimpse of the silver Christian symbol draped around his neck. He was a full-blown Christian. Her old boss would've been proud. Hell, her old self would've been ecstatic. People like him made wonderful angels. They didn't cause trouble for her and they were the types to be kind to anyone they ever encountered. Her deep brown eyes found his once more as she returned to listening.

"...But this doesn't seem like the kind of place that still adheres to the church." She heard him say, her pearly white teeth sinking into her lower lip to prevent a laugh from escaping. "We don't follow the same rules you might expect, but I can assure you that I nor any other fallen angel will be permitted to harm you. Just because we don't follow the rules of the church doesn't mean we don't have rules in place. Everything from this meeting to courting to transaction exchanges are done in an organized and clean manner." She clarified, drumming her fingertips against her bicep. "There is a transaction involved, but it's a bit hard to explain. Something must be given, yes, but we must give you other things first. I'm sure someone explained the full process to you upon your application here, right?"

She raised a hand to run her fingers through her blue and violet locks, considering Junmyeon's question carefully. Taking in a slow breath, she shifted to lean forwards towards him, resting her wrists upon her thighs. "I'm going to tell you a secret, Junmyeon. It's very important and I hope it answers your question. Fallen angels have something to gain in all of this. Not just what you humans give us. I mean, yeah you guys give us something, but there's an end game here. At the end of a transaction between a human and an angel, we are given grainlets. These are converted into something else. We need a certain amount of these to reach our ultimate goal. Fallen angels participate in this program because they want the opportunity to reach that goal without causing chaos in this world and forcing us to face the wrath of God. Lucifer knows that we need this program or else we're stuck in this world for the rest of eternity. He knows that when we agree to do this: grant wishes, spoil humans, and so on, that we're doing this and we're not turning back. If we want those grainlets, we have to follow the process. There is no such thing as half-assing it."

Mary leaned back in her chair, slowly closing her eyes as she continued her explanation. "He's sure that we will fulfill your wishes because that's what we agreed to do. He's holding us at our word and bond and we're not allowed to betray that. As for me personally, he knows I'll help you because I have the best chance of it. Don't ask me how or why, but he thought I was the most suited for whatever your wish was."

(I didn't mean for it to get that long. Whoops.)

@♥ mary c。 The pepper spray in his pocket was an unnecessary measure, he was positive, but it suddenly felt heavy in his pocket, pressed against his thigh. His hands smooth up and down the material of his jeans, and he surveys her carefully as she talks. He was nervous, god, he knew it too -- he was hyperaware of how much attention he was giving himself: his posture, his hands, worrying his lip between his teeth--

"You have an interesting name, Junmyeon." The way she pronounced his name demanded his attention and his thoughts quieted, everything was still as Mary continued to talk. "... fallen from the Lord's grace."

Junmyeon was confused by the end of it: falling from the Lord's grace, wouldn't that make them wrong doer's? He gulps almost comically and fidgets before his hand comes up to fiddle with his silver cross necklace. "And I heard... this program caters to... humans who have wishes. But this doesn't seem like the kind of place that still adheres to the church. And the, uh," Junmyeon blanked on the young man's name - the one who pointed him in the direction of Sweet Tooth, "fallen angel I had met with originally mentioned a transaction- seems like everyone's skirting around the issue. I know I need to give something up for you first to get my wish." His lips purse, wondering what it would take for him to see the bad side of an angel-- yet at the same time, he wasn't sure he wanted to entertain the curiosity.

"But I need this: neither has anyone proven to me that this is worth it, nor that anyone is capable of fulfilling. So what makes Lucifer so sure you'll help me?"

[ im s o sorry i switch between proper caps and all lowercase -- i hope thats not too much of an issue!! ;;; ]

@♡ junmyeon k。 The fallen angel held back a chuckle at the man's evident speechlessness. It wasn't often that people reacted to her like that. Then again, most also didn't know she used to be an angel. The admission wasn't something one brought up during a morning chat or a first meeting. Mary's lips curled into a small smile, silently hoping her change in expression would help the other relax a bit more. Despite her own lack of true kindness, it didn't mean she liked making other people uncomfortable. In Heaven, it was part of her job description. Here? That was a whole other story. In her time on the mortal plane, she learned that kindness is sometimes the best option to get somewhere. "That's correct." She muttered, taking a seat across from Junmyeon once he released her hand, shifting the small purse she brought with her so it rested against her side. "You have an interesting name, Junmyeon. I can't say I've ever met another with the same name. Here or in my time above." She remarked, starting with a compliment to further cut the rather obvious tension in the room. "Anyway, yes I am an angel. For clarity's sake though, I'm not what you're probably thinking. I'm an angel, yes, but I'm one that has fallen from the Lord's grace." She leaned back in the leather chair, crossing her arms over her chest. This wasn't her first meeting since her acceptance into the Sweet Tooth program. Some humans agreed to meet in hopes of creating a proper daddy-baby arrangement. Others hoped to use the angel's knowledge to find out information that angels either didn't know or no longer knew about since their arrival on Earth. For the sake of keeping things as clean as possible, she now felt the need to set out ground rules.

@♥ mary c。 he didn’t know what creature he had thought up in his mind when he had thought of everything the strange pastor from his church had told him—dangerous predators fallen from grace and looking for blood and his soul. he would have thought it was a farce, but there definitely was a quality of ethereality to her, in the way she seemed to glide towards him. lips parted to say something but his voice caught in his throat, sheer speechlessness having struck him to his core. then disbelief and skepticism. how was this going to tell him anything about his brother? “mary,” he greets brokenly, head jerking in a quick nod, and dumbly staring at her outstretched hand. junmyeon knew he had signed his soul to the devil but only now did it feel real: he’s too scared to be rude and returns the favor, introducing himself, “junmyeon—kim junmyeon. so... you’re an angel in this— program?” he asks carefully, ashamed how skeptical he was as he peels his hand away from hers, and taking a seat stiffly.

@♡ junmyeon k。 Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat. Mary took cautious steps through the establishment as she made her way to the parlor. She'd been minding her own business and cleaning up her workplace when Lucifer finally contacted her. No small talk, no 'how are you these days?', nothing. She was simply told a time and place to be tonight. Eyes looking over the elaborate carpet, she allowed a sigh to escape her lips. With every day that passed, she continued to wonder more and more as to why she agreed to this in the first place. Why did she join Sweet Tooth. Why did she want to become a demon so badly. Why did she allow herself to be thrown from the beautiful gates of Heaven in the first place. Her questions had yet to be answered. There were days where she wondered if there were even answers at all. Extending a hand to grasp the cool doorknob, she took in one last breath to hide her hesitance and regain her initial composure, turning the knob and allowing herself inside the room. Her deep brown eyes immediately found the person she assumed she was supposed to meet. "My apologies if I kept you waiting long." She called out, stepping inside and gently pushing the door closed behind her. With a newfound confidence in her actions, she approached the taller male, holding out a hand. "You can call me Mary. It's nice to meet you."

@♥ mary c。 it is about to be three years since the incident, and junmyeon had been hunting down whatever he could about the sugar baby-sugar daddy arrangements made in this establishment. it was beyond anything he had heard of, and further away from anything he saw himself getting involved with. especially when it came to real angels—the stuff of legends. he sat up in his chair in the otherwise empty parlor. a window was open, and his nerves were on high: goosebumps dotted his skin with every billow of the curtain as the wind set it in motion. his palms were positively sweaty. he was weighing a high cost for his wants, and as the angels had been explain to him, they were less like guardians and more like vampires. distrust tied the knot in his throat tighter when suddenly the doors opening jars him from his thoughts, he stands from his chair to greet whoever it was that Lucifer had sent.

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