[overflow] Pray to your god, open your heart

[laywastetothee]

Universe: Normal Rift!verse
Time: Present day
Place: The streets of Chicago.
Characters: Paz Mendoza, for a bit of voice testing, so OPEN.

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[laperdicion]

Julian would recognize the song. His mother was Colombian, his father was Mexican, and he was raised in small towns on the outskirts of both, but his native tongue has always been something of a comfort.

Except when it comes from the mouth of a snake.

Julian's clothes are also dirtied up. The difference being he's covered in monster guts. The surprise doesn't show on his face when he sees her. Once the words come, he isn't surprised they're in Spanish.

"And here I thought Chicago had been spared of a demon like you."

[laywastetothee]

She sees him and she laughs. The kind of laugh you would expect from a person seeing an old friend for the first time in a long time, but they aren't friends. In fact, far from it. The last time she had seen Cuevas, she had beaten him, then let him go. That couldn't have been easy on that archangel pride.

"It's been a long time, Julian," she smiles widely as she makes her way closer. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you call this ... beautiful city home."

[laperdicion]

If memory serves him well--and it always does--there have been other times when he has been the one to let her go. One has to wonder why. He could call it mercy, but really, Julian isn't so noble. It's something born of a twisted sense of respect. A worthy adversary. There aren't many in this day and age.

He meets her halfway, circling her in leveled guardedness. The last thing Chicago needs is the permanence of someone like her. "Estas en mi territorio, Chilena. Careful what you wound."

[laywastetothee]

Besides, Paz wouldn't be one to deserve mercy, would she? After all, she never offers it. It wouldn't be fair. Besides -- they wouldn't be getting any if news of harm to her reached certain parties.

"Have you actually settled, mío?" she says as she looks around, considering the city with a bit more regard. "No more carefree wandering for the old archangel?"

[andripyou_apart]

Raff hasn't seen Paz in months, and he knows it's all his own doing. He also knows he's in for an ass-kicking when he does see her. He expects it, and hell...he almost can't wait for it

[laywastetothee]

She knows that voice without having to need to think about it, and when she turns on him, there's no mistaking how angry she is. She doesn't need to say the words. She'll just take it out of his hide. It usually turns out better for both of them that way anyway.

"Bastardo," she says when she's close enough to clock him across the face, hard enough to bleed. "You don't just leave me."

[andripyou_apart]

He barely winces at the pain. He's used to it from her. He also knows she wants to see him react to it, but he doesn't give in. It's always that push and pull with them, and it's one of the things that makes them great.

He catches her wrist and keeps his eyes on her as he pulls the wrist up and presses a kiss to her pulse point. He lips curl up in the corners just a bit.

"I never left ye. Just wasn't there."

[laywastetothee]

She yanks her wrist back then lands a kick to his stomach, shoving him away from her. Paz doesn't take well to being left. She never has. When it comes from one of the few pieces of family she has, her temper has the tendency to get the better of her.

... and she takes it out on the person responsible.

"You don't leave with no word."

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