WHO Lindsey McDonald and Lilah Morgan. WHAT Lindsey gets some payback. WHERE Lilah's apartment. WHEN 12/19 Late evening. WARNINGS R, possible violence, sexual violence, sex. Sexy times but it could be triggery, hence the warnings
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In Lilah's defense, so far, she had made few enemies for herself here. She hadn't had a lot to worry about. Even before Angel died, it wasn't like he could enter her apartment without permission. And for whatever reason, the slayer only bothered Lindsey. It worked her for her.
So of course, she thought nothing of it at first when she made her way into the apartment, kicking off her shoes as she did so. It wasn't until she had begun to remove her coat that she realized something was off. She looked in front of her, noticing someone sitting on her couch.
She took a few cautious steps closer and turned the lights on to see that it was Lindsey.
Well shit. That didn't mean anything good. But she tried her best to keep her composure. The last thing she wanted was for him to know he had managed to unnerve her.
"I didn't think you'd be so eager to come back here, all things considered."
"What did you think was gonna happen, Lilah? That I was just gonna lie down and take it?"
He drank some more whiskey, then leaned down set it carefully on the floor next to the sofa. Being able to use his right hand for such mundane things, it was...words couldn't describe how buzzed it made him feel.
"You took something from me. Information you had no business taking. But more than that, you broke the truce. I think it's fair that I get some reparations, don't you?"
"Not exactly," She admitted. "But I thought you might at least come up with something with a little more finesse to instead of just breaking into my apartment like some kind of neanderthal."
Of course, the fact that he had gone to such lengths was probably not a good sign. And now he had both hands. And she already knew from the other night how far he had gotten developing his force powers. Lilah wasn't dumb. She definitely had her guard up to how this situation could end up for her.
"I hate to break it to you, Lindsey, but life isn't fair."
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So of course, she thought nothing of it at first when she made her way into the apartment, kicking off her shoes as she did so. It wasn't until she had begun to remove her coat that she realized something was off. She looked in front of her, noticing someone sitting on her couch.
She took a few cautious steps closer and turned the lights on to see that it was Lindsey.
Well shit. That didn't mean anything good. But she tried her best to keep her composure. The last thing she wanted was for him to know he had managed to unnerve her.
"I didn't think you'd be so eager to come back here, all things considered."
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He drank some more whiskey, then leaned down set it carefully on the floor next to the sofa. Being able to use his right hand for such mundane things, it was...words couldn't describe how buzzed it made him feel.
"You took something from me. Information you had no business taking. But more than that, you broke the truce. I think it's fair that I get some reparations, don't you?"
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Of course, the fact that he had gone to such lengths was probably not a good sign. And now he had both hands. And she already knew from the other night how far he had gotten developing his force powers. Lilah wasn't dumb. She definitely had her guard up to how this situation could end up for her.
"I hate to break it to you, Lindsey, but life isn't fair."
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With deliberate slowness Lindsey stood upright. He wasn't gonna rush this. He wanted her to be rattled. To fear what he was capable of.
"Since we're devolving into truisms, I kinda like 'You reap what you sow'."
He started to step towards her, anticipating the possibility she might try to escape or fight back. He'd probably prefer it if she did.
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