[ Thank you, thank you, he'll be scratching behind those ears with merry abandon while she chomps. While he's got the proximity, might also risk easing a little magic from his fingertips down through thick fur to see what if anything beyond the doggy norm he can sense from her. Please don't bite the hand that feeds, xoxo. ]
but in between all of that fun stuff are — faint memories. a motorcycle revving through the streets of downtown LA, a neon-lit palmistry store, a beautiful blond person with legs for days, emitting so much angelic light that it's blinding. and at the centre is a warm vision of her human, her witch, the demon boy who calls himself marco and feeds her table scraps from paper clamshells while they hunt down monsters who harm other monsters.
exorcism circles. unholy fires. running out of gas in the midwest. having to go back to hell every now and then because a hellhound isn't meant to stay topside for too long without devolving into mindless rage. when in dire need, she rises to his call.
stealing your girl one bone snack at a time
no subject
F̴̢̜͍̣̯͓̼̊̈́̓͆̅͌̌̆̈́͘͠Ì̶̧̧̘̺̣̩̤̦̠͛̾̄̏̓͒̋̇̏͜Ë̶̠̙̌͂̇͆̈́̑͆̌R̷̡̦̜̤͈̫̞̖̼͚̼̅͝Y̸͓̪͙̎̿̈́̐ ̴̡̲̯̻̟̇̿́̋̓͑̈́̅̒P̶͓̖̙̈́͠Ī̷̢͚̩͙͆̈́͋̈́͘T̶̢̧͖̹̻̋̂͐̌̑̚͘͝ͅS̶͙̥͚̮̊͊ ̵͕̯̣͈̩̺̾̌̀̈́͋O̷̠̹̻̞͋͑͐̇F̴̡͓̲̳̬̦̯̫͌̑͊̉͜ ̴̭̩͇̐̀̅̍H̶̡̳̞̩̜̟̻̥̖͆̆̉̀́E̵̙̻̮̯̪̟̤̝̰̽̌̆̍͑̊͛L̷̨̛̛̹̦̹̮̝̝̟͖̮͂̐̔͘̕͝͠͠ͅL̶̢̛̮̮̬̮̾̂͒̐͊̏̾̔͘͠
and her devotion to
Ṭ̶͑̚H̷̭͂É̴͓ͅ ̶̥̙̂U̷̪̅́Ǹ̶͕̼͝H̶̳̞̅̎Ö̵̜́͝ͅL̵̮̿̆Ỳ̶͇ ̸̰͚̔F̸͍͋̏Å̸͕̮T̷̛͍̺̈́H̵͙̆̊Ë̷͈̻́̚R̵͈̓ ̴̟̊̀Ŏ̸̰͍F̷̠̈̚ ̷̭̀͛A̴͉̰̕͝L̴̢̈L̶͉̉̽ ̴̢̨̈͝T̷͕͐H̶̲̾͊Á̵͒͜T̴̺́́ ̵̠̇͝I̸̳̍͌S̵͔̲͒ ̷̪͈͆̓È̵͍V̴̦̯̇Ḯ̷̢̬Ľ̸͚̞,
but in between all of that fun stuff are — faint memories. a motorcycle revving through the streets of downtown LA, a neon-lit palmistry store, a beautiful blond person with legs for days, emitting so much angelic light that it's blinding. and at the centre is a warm vision of her human, her witch, the demon boy who calls himself marco and feeds her table scraps from paper clamshells while they hunt down monsters who harm other monsters.
exorcism circles. unholy fires. running out of gas in the midwest. having to go back to hell every now and then because a hellhound isn't meant to stay topside for too long without devolving into mindless rage. when in dire need, she rises to his call.
and here, her human needs her again. ]