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RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 01-08-2018
Julianna made a face. Features twisted up in nothing short of disappointment. “Fine,” she echoed him. Not bothering to mask the offense in her tone. Petulantly, she crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair. She crossed slender leg over the other. The daring slits up either side of the gauzy dress parted and revealed a long line of skin from her bare feet to her hip. She didn’t look at Owen. A pouting gaze focused on the floor. She didn’t like how the two of them continued to talk among themselves. She was literally the most interesting thing in the room, and the highlight of the conversation and she was being mostly left out of it. The grumpy general continued to refuse her, and the more he did so the more offended the demoness became. By this time she was full on glaring at him. A tension brewed in the space between their chairs.
Ishara asked for confirmation of the details she had laid out for her son. Julianna allowed her gaze to lazily slide towards the redhead. She blinked once and hummed her in throat curiously as if she hadn’t been listening, when she’d been attached to every word. “Yes, that is quite correct.” One corner of her mouth curled upwards, she uncrossed her arms and sat straight in the chair again. “I’m very impressed by your knowledge. The summoner usually has until the next sunrise to complete the pact, otherwise. Upon doing so I am under their total command until their desires are met, or they die. I prefer the first option, ultimately, since if my master dies, I die with them. Without a pact, I do indeed lose control of this form and from there things get...messy.”
RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 01-10-2018
Ishara seemed to blossom with pride when the demon complimented her knowledge. Ishara certainly prided herself on being knowledgeable about a number of topics from arcane magic to love spells to demonology and everything in between. It wasn’t like information had ever gotten her in any trouble before... The woman’s countenance faltered some as she imagined her husband’s face when he learned about what had transpired in his office that day. Owen was oblivious to the changes in his mother’s expression since he was staring openly at the demon he had apparently offended. His head turned slowly back to his mother. “How did a box containing a murderous pact demon even get in dad’s office.”
“Never your mind.” She said too quickly before her mouth shut with a click of teeth.
“Does dad know about this?” He said gesturing at Julianna as if she was a thing and not a person. His mother remained silent and she seemed to refuse to even blink. “Right.” Owen muttered and then pushed himself up. He stared down at Julianna and then jerked his head towards the door. “Get your box and let’s go then.” His tone was harsh and left no room for protest.
He started for the office door without another word to his mother or the demon.
“Owen - what are -” His mother started but Owen cut her off.
“I’m taking care of it.” He said gruffly.
RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 01-14-2018
Owen was looking at Julianna and Julianna was looking at Ishara. Ishara was looking at Owen as he asked pointed questions on whether or not his father knew about the demon box that had come into their possession. This was all very entertaining to the demon who had come out of said box. Human interactions had always been so amusing to her. To her it appeared as if they didn’t really know what to do with themselves most of the time. Never knowing what to say, never knowing where to go or what their next move was. But that was where she came in, wasn’t it? Humans with their many desires and few ideas always needed a little assistance.
Grumpy general stood and it drew her attention away from the pretty matron and back to him. Red eyes gazed up at him. Blinking slowly as he stared back down at her. He had starting looking at her the same way he was speaking about her. Nothing more than an object, like the very box she came out of. She cocked a brow at him, questioningly.
Surprise illuminated her features, but she stood and gathered the box into her hands as ordered. She turned it in her hands, inspecting it for damage and frowning at it all the while. Julianna bowed politely to Ishara. A bend to her waist, with her head down. “It was very lovely meeting you,” she stated, sincerely. She didn’t immediately follow Owen, curious as to whether the woman would have more to say.
RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 01-17-2018
Ishara pushed herself up from the desk suddenly. Perhaps it was the full figure of the demon’s body that inspired an abrupt brainstorm. She rushed around the desk to stop the demon from leaving the office just yet. “Uh, Julianna,” she raised her index finger, hesitated, and then placed it over her lips as if considering how she might approach what she had to ask. Owen had stopped in his tracks and turned around to huff impatiently at the delay.
“Julianna,” Ishara started again, “I was just curious. If I may…? Do you menstruate?”
“Mother!” Owen hissed a warning at the small redhead.
She ignored him. “I was wondering, if I might have a jar of your menstrual blood...menstrual blood has certain properties that are good for casting, you see, and demon menstrual blood...well…” She had made a steeple with her fingers and they were poised thoughtfully before her lips as she considered the possibilities.
Owen’s hand closed around the demon’s arm to turn her around to face him. “Let’s go.” He ordered before turning again for the door. He wouldn’t be stopped by further ludicrous commentary by his mother this time.
RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 01-20-2018
Julianna could do nothing to smother the grin that split her features. The scars that traveled on her cheeks made the expression look wider than it was. Almost comical in her amusement. She was surprised by the question, but not scandalized. She was almost….impressed that this tiny human could ask her such a vulgar question. Julianna was going to very much enjoy being out of the box. What a fascinating era. “I do,” she replied, also ignoring Owen. “I will gladly see what I can do for you,” the demon replied. Ishara needn’t even finish the means of her request. “You are a very smart woman. I like you.”
Julianna wanted to stay and talk to this fascinating caster more, but Owen had taken a hold of her arm. She allowed her body to be manipulated, her could not have moved her had she not wanted him to, and blinked up at him innocently as he attempted to order her around. “As you wish,” she purred, smiling almost demurely up at him. She finger-waved to Ishara before following the grumpy general out into the house.
Her bare feet were noiseless even though she moved quickly to keep up with his long and angry strides. “Where are we going?” She asked sweetly, Her head turned from the left and right quickly as she tried to observe the house as they moved through it.
RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 01-21-2018
Owen ignored the rest of the conversation between the two women as he yanked the troublesome demon from the office and shut the door on his mother. He kept his eyes straight ahead and his jaw clenched even as she seemed to flirt with him. Well, it was more than flirting, the voice she used sounded like pure seduction. He ground his teeth together a couple of times. “My house.” He answered gruffly. He released her arm since she seemed willing enough to accompany him without needing to be dragged along.
Owen led her through his parent’s home and out the front door. The headlights to his flashy sports car blinked on and off in time with his repeated pressing of the unlock button on his key fob. “Get in.” He ordered before rounding to the driver’s side and dumping himself into the vehicle. “Buckle up.” Was his next order as he cranked the engine and pulled his belt over his chest.
"Listen, don't bother making friends with my mother, okay? For one, she's batshit crazy and doesn't need a demon making that worse. And for another thing, you're not sticking around anyways. So don't get any funny ideas."
RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 02-02-2018
Julianna could tell that the general was put off by her. Completely shaken up and maybe even a smidge aroused and that amused her. When he released her arm her pace slowed because she wanted to see more of the house they were already in. Owen was insistent upon leaving however and she ended up trailing after him despite her curiosity. Owen didn’t seem to notice when she stopped several feet away from the strange and intimidating construction of metal and glass. There was something in her steady gaze and her frown that suggested that she was frightened by it. Even though she watched him manipulate what seemed to be a door and disappear easily into the monstrosity.
She could still see him through the glass, talking to himself. Or perhaps to her, she couldn’t tell. She stared at him through the barrier, waiting for him to notice her apprehension. Now she was the one put off and that was not at all as entertaining.
RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 02-02-2018
Owen had actually put the car in reverse and started to roll backwards before he realized he was alone in the vehicle. He had turned and put his hand on the back of the seat that should have had Julianna in it. The car lurched to a sudden stop as Owen looked around confused. He leaned forward in the driver’s seat and peered at the hesitant looking demon standing forlornly on the grass. Owen did that typical ‘what-the-fuck’ gesture on the steering wheel. The one drivers usually gave to each other. He threw the car into park and got out. He could guess by her uncertainty that she was frightened. He didn’t guess that she was scared of the car. It was more likely to him that his gruff manners were intimidating.
“Julianna.” He said trying as hard as possible to sound utterly patient. “Would you join me in the car?” He got closer to her and put his hand between her shoulder blades to escort her to the waiting vehicle. When they reached the passenger side, he opened the door for her and stood off to the side like the quintessential gentleman.
There was something about the confused way she looked that clicked into place suddenly. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh my god. You’ve never been in a car. Look, you just sit right there.” He pointed to the passenger’s seat. “I’ll close the door. And then I’ll get in my side. And then we’ll drive to my house. It’s like a chariot, a carriage, or something. I drive. You ride. Simple.”
Once they were both settled in their respective seats, Owen put the car back into reverse but slammed the breaks again when he realized she didn’t have her safety belt on. “Just uh-” he gestured behind her shoulder at the belt and then waved his hand, “-here, let me.” Owen reached over her body and pulled the belt down over her and clicked it into place. The action put his face close to hers again and his hand rubbed against her thigh as he fastened the belt. He would be a blind fool if he didn't admit there was something mysteriously beautiful about the demon. And her body was - He swallowed and moved away just as quickly.
“Safety first.” He explained before finally backing out of the drive.
RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 02-04-2018
The demon blinked up at him as he towered over her and politely asked him to join her in the “car”. She looked from his face to where she could she the body of the contraption peeking out from behind his broad figure. As she looked back at him he was drawing an arm around her shoulders and pushing her along before she could respond. He directed her closer to the car and opened the door for her. Still she stood, peering down apprehensively into the interior. “It doesn’t sound simple,” she complained, but nonetheless she followed his instructions. She climbed into the car and perched herself into the indicated seating. She was still frowning, looking somewhat forlorn in the cramped space. She inhaled deeply before it fell outwards in a sharp sigh through her nose. It reminded her of being in the box, but she did not say this.
It began to move and a tension struck her. Her limbs went rigid and her features contorted in distress. They stopped again, but she did not relax. “What?” She looked to where he was gesturing, but couldn’t make out his request. She shot him a quizzical look. Julianna stared at Owen in profile as he secured her into the seat. She liked being bound to the contraption even less, but at least he was handsome. She shifted in the seat, pressing her leg more solidly against his hand before he was gone again.
“Safety?” She repeated. “Are these apparatuses dangerous?”
RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 02-05-2018
Owen was finally able to whip the car out of his parents’ drive and get on with taking his new demon home. He tried not to think about that. About how he was responsible for a potentially murderous demon. Well, actually murderous if he didn’t do this “contract” thing with her. “Hm? What?” He was lost in his thoughts and she was asking him questions. His mind was able to replay the words she had asked without her needing to repeat herself. “Oh yeah. They’re like the leading cause of death.” He waved his hand in a circle and shrugged before it fell with a thump back onto the gear. “But it’s fine. That’s what the seatbelt is for.”
Owen kept driving for a bit before he frowned and glanced over at her. “What? Are you actually nervous?” A smirk appeared on his face as he maneuvered the car in front of another so that he could be the first at the red light. Maybe it was mean, but he took off like a rocket when the light changed to green. His car surged forward easily ahead of the others and the engine made a sound like it was ripping the fabric of reality apart as did.
After he pushed the car much faster than he had any right to given the speed limit, Owen let it coast back to a normal speed. He looked over at his demon passenger and smirked before patting her knee. “Nothing to be afraid of.” He said before making a turn into a residential area. He passed through a gate marked with the name of his private community Hidden Hills.
Hidden indeed, the houses were separated from one another and shrouded in enough tree cover that neighbors wouldn’t see neighbors if they didn’t want to. After navigating a few turns in his neighborhood, Owen pulled into the drive of his home and killed the engine.
“Welp, here we are.” He said flatly before getting out. He ducked back inside, and pointed to her box stashed in her floorboard area. “Don’t forget your box.” He left her to figure out how to unbuckle herself and get out of the car. As far as he was concerned, she was going to have to sink or swim. He couldn’t be expected to babysit her or hold her hand through the modern world.
Owen unlocked his front door and crossed through the foyer, living room, and straight into the kitchen where he would begin fixing himself something to drink to calm his nerves. Nervousness, uncertainty, so many questions were probably the reasons he was being so short with her. Somehow he was getting the sense that the moment he decided to fiddle with that box his whole life had changed and he had yet to see just what those changes would look like.
RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 02-18-2018
He didn’t need to ask if she was nervous. It was evident on her face and in her posture. Therefore, she did not grace him with an answer. She frowned and kept her eyes off of him. She looked out the front window as if that was doing her any good. His maneuvering was terrifying as he whipped the contraption passed and around other similar machines, every particularly hard turn of shift would produce a small squeak of protest from her. When they slowed and finally stopped in front of another house, her breath fell out in a heavy sigh and she opened her eyes. Julianna didn’t know when she had squeezed them shut. Looking to the general, she watched as he slipped out of the vehicle and stomped towards the house. She was delayed by the seat belt, and then by the door, unsure of how to free herself from either barrier.
She assumed she was to follow him. Still barefoot with her box in hand she quickly crossed the driveway and into the house. It felt strange to Julianna to be so exposed. Her previous masters would have been much more careful about keeping a pact demon (or any demon for that matter) secret.
“Do you not care if anyone sees me?” She inquired, when she found him in the kitchen. She set her box upon the island and the mother of pearl inlay made a sharp clink. “I don’t exactly pass for anything mundane. Is it wise to flaunt me about?”
RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 02-18-2018
Owen frowned and swirled his liquor around in his cup as he considered the demon’s questions. If he was honest with himself, he hadn’t really considered the issue of secrecy. He’d been just running away from her and towards...what? His liquor cabinet. Something to calm his nerves. “I hadn’t considered it, honestly.” He admitted soberly with no sign of annoyance or anger. A plain admission. He sipped at the drink thoughtfully and took a few steps towards her, his eyes locked on her horns. She certainly didn’t fit in with his neighborhood. He cocked his head and touched one of her horns with his index and middle fingers. He tested the point with the pads of his fingers before they fell away. He didn’t know what possessed him to touch her. Curiosity, he supposed.
“I doubt anyone saw you. My yard is fairly private. To be frank - I don’t really know what -” he waved his free hand in a circle searching for words “-what I’m supposed to do with you. About you.”
He turned abruptly to bring down another glass from his cabinet. “Do you drink?” He didn’t wait for her response but poured her two fingers of the Scotch he’d poured for himself and then pushed the cup towards her. It slid on the countertop the liquid inside the cup sloshed.
“So tell me,” Owen downed the rest of his drink and cringing, he poured another for himself. “What now?”
RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 03-04-2018
The demon stared at the man as he moved and drank in his kitchen. He didn’t seem any more relaxed in his own home than he had been at his parents. Julianna stood across from Owen, the kitchen island between them, with her arms crossed beneath her breasts and her chin tilted upwards. Despite being fearful in the car, she was back to being haughty on solid ground. He walked over to her and she didn’t budge, even though she was off put by his sudden inclination to be near her. There was a pressure, but no actual sensation as he touched one of the curling horns that sprouted from the top of her head. They felt like dried bone, but a bit rough like fine sandpaper, and segmented like scales.
Owen was still speaking about her like she were an object, lamenting that he didn’t know what to do with her. Because of this she did not respond when he asked if she drank. Her gaze dropped from his face and towards the glass as it slid towards her. She didn’t reach for it, but she watched the liquid tremble inside. When it still, yellow eyes darted once more to her new patron. “The pact,” she reminded him. A frown formed as she dropped her arms. “Or the other option, of course, which is bloodthirsty rampaging demon.”
RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 03-04-2018
Owen frowned back at her frowning at him. The mention of the pact made his face feel hot. He was certain he was blushing. That only made him a touch more irritated than he already was. Why was he blushing about a little sex?“The pact, right.” He agreed ignoring the alternative. He obviously wasn’t going for the alternative. They’d covered that already.
After a brief silence, he cleared his throat.
“So. Why don’t you come with me and tell me about this pact?” He tucked a liquor bottle under his arm and picked up his own glass. He put a hand between her shoulder blades to move her along with him. “Tell me. You know. About the parameters of the… intercourse required to make this pact.”
He smirked at his own question. “How sex positive of me.” He joked to himself not figuring that she would understand the phrase.
The room he led her to looked quite a bit like a lounge with a billiards table in the middle of it.
“Have you ever played pool? I figure we could bang out a friendly game and get to know one another a bit before...well.”
RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 03-11-2018
Owen immediately mirrored her expression which made Julianna changed hers. She stopped frowning and her face went blander. Though somehow the jagged scars on her face sometimes made her look like she was almost smiling. The demon watched as he prepared himself for the conversation to come. She wasn’t unused to see liquor being used at the catalyst for sexual interactions. Not necessarily when she was involved she was used to her company being more eager to have her.
Julianna had yet to unpack whether or not that bothered her. On the one hand it was her nature to be desired and coveted, but on the other it was nice to be out of the box for an extended period of time even if her company was being awkward about it.
She followed behind him, gauzy robes billowing around her legs as her bare feet were silent. “Parameters?” She echoed from behind him. She didn’t bother to answer until he had led them to where ever they were going. Julianna walked past him and into the room, she turned a small circle to observe the space. “I feel like you’re making it more complicated than it really needs to be.” She glanced over her shoulder at him as she moved towards the pool table. “We’ll have sex and the pact will form between.” She ran her fingers over the velvet covering of the pool table. “It’s all very mystical and ancient and I don’t have the patience to explain it to you.”
“I’m familiar with the game,” she explained, pushing at one of the scattered balls with her index finger. “We have intercourse, you finish and then,” she lifted a hand to snap her fingers. “You have have a demon at your disposal.”