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Title: Red
Fandom: BtVS (S5)
Characters: Glory, Jinx.
Set during 'Tough Love'. Spoilery.
"That girl, that girl, that witch!" Glory screamed, hands clawing at her own hair, yanking, twisting, pulling. Her stiletto heels clacked on the hardwood floor as she paced, Jinx moving here and there, trying fervently to stay out of the agitated Hell Goddess' way.
"Do not fret, most splendiferous, shiny and bright Glorificus," he said, his voice calm and soothing as he held himself quite far away from her, completely across the room. "The witch has no power over you! Merely the anger of a scorned lover. She will not return."
"She made a crackle," Glory muttered, staring at the ground. At nothing. "In me. A bright flash and a pain. And the noise, like, like fire, and I can feel her pressing on my eyes, like coke-bottle glasses!" She grabbed a small table and flung it across the room, barely missing Jinx, delicate perfume bottles and a lamp shattering glass upon the floor.
"That bitch. Who does she think she is? That bitch, witch..." Glory shot a glare at Jinx, who started and backed away, bowing his head humbly.
"She is nothing, most magnificent and well-perfumed great one," he crooned, scraping to Glory. "You will find your key, and she will marvel at your power. Your amazing... marvel-worthiness!"
Glory whimpered softly, teeth grinding, and she pressed a shaking hand to her forehead. "Like coke-bottle glasses, and I can't see... Anything! Guts, and guts, and not even the vampire would help me. What is with evil these days?! No one will frigging help me!"
Jinx began to fret as Glory stomped her foot on the ground and the floor tremored. He looked around, clutching his hands together, genuinely worried for and terrified of Glory, as he always was. "Oh, most well-dressed one... perhaps Jinx may offer his humble advice?"
"What?" she spat, shooting a glare at him. "What?!"
Jinx held out his hands, placating. "Revenge, most awe-inspiring Glorificus. Go to the witch and exact your revenge. Perhaps, with even more of a threat to her lover, she will reveal to you the location of your key."
Glory's expression softened almost immediately, her eyes widening as she grinned, cherry-red lips shiny and eyes glinting. "Jinx! You fantastic little Einstein, you! Were you in MENSA?"
She snapped out of her tirade and practically skipped over to her closet, flinging the doors wide open, fingers tapping her chin. "So, what color do you think best compliments a slaughter, hm? Oh! Right!"
And she pulled out her best red dress and giggled.
Title: Red
Fandom: BtVS (S5)
Characters: Glory, Jinx.
Set during 'Tough Love'. Spoilery.
"That girl, that girl, that witch!" Glory screamed, hands clawing at her own hair, yanking, twisting, pulling. Her stiletto heels clacked on the hardwood floor as she paced, Jinx moving here and there, trying fervently to stay out of the agitated Hell Goddess' way.
"Do not fret, most splendiferous, shiny and bright Glorificus," he said, his voice calm and soothing as he held himself quite far away from her, completely across the room. "The witch has no power over you! Merely the anger of a scorned lover. She will not return."
"She made a crackle," Glory muttered, staring at the ground. At nothing. "In me. A bright flash and a pain. And the noise, like, like fire, and I can feel her pressing on my eyes, like coke-bottle glasses!" She grabbed a small table and flung it across the room, barely missing Jinx, delicate perfume bottles and a lamp shattering glass upon the floor.
"That bitch. Who does she think she is? That bitch, witch..." Glory shot a glare at Jinx, who started and backed away, bowing his head humbly.
"She is nothing, most magnificent and well-perfumed great one," he crooned, scraping to Glory. "You will find your key, and she will marvel at your power. Your amazing... marvel-worthiness!"
Glory whimpered softly, teeth grinding, and she pressed a shaking hand to her forehead. "Like coke-bottle glasses, and I can't see... Anything! Guts, and guts, and not even the vampire would help me. What is with evil these days?! No one will frigging help me!"
Jinx began to fret as Glory stomped her foot on the ground and the floor tremored. He looked around, clutching his hands together, genuinely worried for and terrified of Glory, as he always was. "Oh, most well-dressed one... perhaps Jinx may offer his humble advice?"
"What?" she spat, shooting a glare at him. "What?!"
Jinx held out his hands, placating. "Revenge, most awe-inspiring Glorificus. Go to the witch and exact your revenge. Perhaps, with even more of a threat to her lover, she will reveal to you the location of your key."
Glory's expression softened almost immediately, her eyes widening as she grinned, cherry-red lips shiny and eyes glinting. "Jinx! You fantastic little Einstein, you! Were you in MENSA?"
She snapped out of her tirade and practically skipped over to her closet, flinging the doors wide open, fingers tapping her chin. "So, what color do you think best compliments a slaughter, hm? Oh! Right!"
And she pulled out her best red dress and giggled.