[When I am queen I'll have my way, I'll make it drowning dolly day]
[You can google it. >> Edward Cullen]
still_brooding and howbig_canitbe used with permission
Mexican standoffs, really not that scary. It’s mostly both sides taking a siesta until dinner time or until the tequila comes out. However, a standoff between the former scourge of Europe and the supposed Prince of Hell, that’s worth breaking out the popcorn. At least as far as Lucy is concerned. She’s sitting on the second story stairwell with a bag of microwave popcorn, a giant jug of sweet tea and Twizzlers. She’d intended on watching Resident Evil but this is so much better. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches both demons puff out their chests and bow up to each other. Hellboy has at least five inches on Angel but Angel’s been around longer and from what she’s read, he used to fight dirty. She’s just about to ask Hellboy if he can take his shirt off and suggest that they try some oil, possibly a tub of Jell-O when the standoff breaks and it gets even better.
“You’re the demon Jill is seeing?”
Lucy has to bite down on her bottom lip to stop from squealing I told you so because Jill was very wishy washy about the whole dating thing. She really doesn’t want to disturb the boys, not because she’s afraid they’ll be angry at her but because she’s enjoying the show and that would definitely bring it to a screeching halt. She takes a bite of her popcorn and waits for Hellboy’s reaction.
“Yeah…and you’re her watcher? Just waiting for a chance to have a bite to eat?”
The big red demon crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his chin up just a bit so that he’s looking down even more on Angel. She almost feels sorry for Angel but it turns out he gives as good as he gets.
“I’m protecting her. I guess you’re looking for a bride to take back to Hell. Does Daddy like pretty blondes?”
Lucy winces because she thinks that was kinda low and she’s glad Jill is upstairs cleaning out the room Hellboy’s going to be using. You know, provided he and Angel don’t kill each other first.
“How’d you know?” Hellboy asks curiously and the admittance of the title makes Lucy’s eyes go wide. She wonders if Jill knows and in the same breath she thinks Jill probably wouldn’t care. She can already hear Jill’s voice in her head about not judging people by where they come from.
“You can google that kind of thing,” Angel responds and Lucy’s smothers a giggle at the idea of Angel actually googling anything. She’s always pleased as punch and as amused as sin when he uses a pop culture reference. In fact, she’s kind of made it her goal in life to introduce more pop culture into his existence.
“Fine. I’m the supposed Prince of Hell. That one is old or haven’t you heard? I told ‘em I didn’t like the benefits.”
And that makes her smile because Hellboy doesn’t even flinch at Angel’s insult. He’s holding his own and that’s important if he’s going to be a part of Jill’s life. She’d had to have to kick his ass because he couldn’t hack it with the people in Jill’s life.
“And I’ve got a soul. Angelus is gone or didn’t the Bureau get the memo?” Angel smirks at him, arms crossing over his chest and Lucy would like to tell them they look like mirror images of each other. Okay, fun house mirror images but still, mirror images.
“Yeah but I heard it only takes a lil’ blonde slayer to get him to come out.” Hellboy makes a show of looking around the hotel. “Also heard you got two of them here. I think I’m the one that’s protectin’ Jill.”
Lucy bites her lip hard to keep from saying anything because she’s pretty sure that was below the belt and she sorta expects to see Angel double over in pain. Having your love life chronicled for the supernatural world to read has gotta suck and she makes a mental note to keep hers under wraps.
“It’s. Not. Like. That.” Angel steps closer with every word, arms coming down to his sides and hands making fists. Hellboy takes a step toward Angel, his massive right hand making a fist and Lucy puts the popcorn down so fast it spills over the stairs. She shoves her tiny blonde body between the two testosterone loaded demons and pushes against their chests, sending them both stumbling back several feet.
“First of all…” she says looking from Angel to Hellboy. “Do you work out or is your chest just rock hard because of the whole pure demon thing?”
Hellboy is staring at her with his jaw a bit lax but he recovers without much effort. “I work out.”
“Hmm, good to know. Second of all, if you’re going to let this come to blows you both need to take your shirts off. Angel, you might want to take your pants off because I suspect you’ve got a really nice ass, and get out the oil. Possibly a tub of Jell-O because that way when Jill comes down she’ll be distracted by the pretty and she won’t realize that currently the two most important men in her life are fighting. Over her. Really, that’s your only option unless you want to cease the fighting all together because take away the oil, the Jell-O and the pretty and Jill is gonna be upset. That doesn’t happen. Not in Lucy land and in case either of you were wondering, this IS Lucy Land. Okay?” She looks from Angel to Hellboy and back to Angel again. She gives them both a bright, cheerful, almost psychotic smile.
“He’s staying. Jill wants him here. Jill asked to have him here. The last time Jill asked for something from someone not me was when she was eight. She wanted an extra lunch because her dad had forgotten to grocery shop for two weeks and she was grounded from coming over to my house.”
Lucy turns and starts up the stairs, collecting her popcorn, tea and Twizzlers from the steps. She looks over her shoulder at Hellboy. “Well are you coming? Jill’s got you two rooms down from Bow Chica Bow Wow room. It’s a suite.”
still_brooding and howbig_canitbe used with permission
Mexican standoffs, really not that scary. It’s mostly both sides taking a siesta until dinner time or until the tequila comes out. However, a standoff between the former scourge of Europe and the supposed Prince of Hell, that’s worth breaking out the popcorn. At least as far as Lucy is concerned. She’s sitting on the second story stairwell with a bag of microwave popcorn, a giant jug of sweet tea and Twizzlers. She’d intended on watching Resident Evil but this is so much better. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches both demons puff out their chests and bow up to each other. Hellboy has at least five inches on Angel but Angel’s been around longer and from what she’s read, he used to fight dirty. She’s just about to ask Hellboy if he can take his shirt off and suggest that they try some oil, possibly a tub of Jell-O when the standoff breaks and it gets even better.
“You’re the demon Jill is seeing?”
Lucy has to bite down on her bottom lip to stop from squealing I told you so because Jill was very wishy washy about the whole dating thing. She really doesn’t want to disturb the boys, not because she’s afraid they’ll be angry at her but because she’s enjoying the show and that would definitely bring it to a screeching halt. She takes a bite of her popcorn and waits for Hellboy’s reaction.
“Yeah…and you’re her watcher? Just waiting for a chance to have a bite to eat?”
The big red demon crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his chin up just a bit so that he’s looking down even more on Angel. She almost feels sorry for Angel but it turns out he gives as good as he gets.
“I’m protecting her. I guess you’re looking for a bride to take back to Hell. Does Daddy like pretty blondes?”
Lucy winces because she thinks that was kinda low and she’s glad Jill is upstairs cleaning out the room Hellboy’s going to be using. You know, provided he and Angel don’t kill each other first.
“How’d you know?” Hellboy asks curiously and the admittance of the title makes Lucy’s eyes go wide. She wonders if Jill knows and in the same breath she thinks Jill probably wouldn’t care. She can already hear Jill’s voice in her head about not judging people by where they come from.
“You can google that kind of thing,” Angel responds and Lucy’s smothers a giggle at the idea of Angel actually googling anything. She’s always pleased as punch and as amused as sin when he uses a pop culture reference. In fact, she’s kind of made it her goal in life to introduce more pop culture into his existence.
“Fine. I’m the supposed Prince of Hell. That one is old or haven’t you heard? I told ‘em I didn’t like the benefits.”
And that makes her smile because Hellboy doesn’t even flinch at Angel’s insult. He’s holding his own and that’s important if he’s going to be a part of Jill’s life. She’d had to have to kick his ass because he couldn’t hack it with the people in Jill’s life.
“And I’ve got a soul. Angelus is gone or didn’t the Bureau get the memo?” Angel smirks at him, arms crossing over his chest and Lucy would like to tell them they look like mirror images of each other. Okay, fun house mirror images but still, mirror images.
“Yeah but I heard it only takes a lil’ blonde slayer to get him to come out.” Hellboy makes a show of looking around the hotel. “Also heard you got two of them here. I think I’m the one that’s protectin’ Jill.”
Lucy bites her lip hard to keep from saying anything because she’s pretty sure that was below the belt and she sorta expects to see Angel double over in pain. Having your love life chronicled for the supernatural world to read has gotta suck and she makes a mental note to keep hers under wraps.
“It’s. Not. Like. That.” Angel steps closer with every word, arms coming down to his sides and hands making fists. Hellboy takes a step toward Angel, his massive right hand making a fist and Lucy puts the popcorn down so fast it spills over the stairs. She shoves her tiny blonde body between the two testosterone loaded demons and pushes against their chests, sending them both stumbling back several feet.
“First of all…” she says looking from Angel to Hellboy. “Do you work out or is your chest just rock hard because of the whole pure demon thing?”
Hellboy is staring at her with his jaw a bit lax but he recovers without much effort. “I work out.”
“Hmm, good to know. Second of all, if you’re going to let this come to blows you both need to take your shirts off. Angel, you might want to take your pants off because I suspect you’ve got a really nice ass, and get out the oil. Possibly a tub of Jell-O because that way when Jill comes down she’ll be distracted by the pretty and she won’t realize that currently the two most important men in her life are fighting. Over her. Really, that’s your only option unless you want to cease the fighting all together because take away the oil, the Jell-O and the pretty and Jill is gonna be upset. That doesn’t happen. Not in Lucy land and in case either of you were wondering, this IS Lucy Land. Okay?” She looks from Angel to Hellboy and back to Angel again. She gives them both a bright, cheerful, almost psychotic smile.
“He’s staying. Jill wants him here. Jill asked to have him here. The last time Jill asked for something from someone not me was when she was eight. She wanted an extra lunch because her dad had forgotten to grocery shop for two weeks and she was grounded from coming over to my house.”
Lucy turns and starts up the stairs, collecting her popcorn, tea and Twizzlers from the steps. She looks over her shoulder at Hellboy. “Well are you coming? Jill’s got you two rooms down from Bow Chica Bow Wow room. It’s a suite.”