Her ego needs a good breaking.

[unhappyhellgod]

OOC: This is a continuation of this and is locked to soldier_ofgod.Shit. Though Circe had been treated to a vast array of Cas' smirks and other facial expressions that implied she was either annoying or an idiot, she had never seen one so predatory. Perhaps she had pushed him a little too far this time. Though to be fair, he had been pushing her

Comments

[soldier_ofgod]

Deep down, Cas was very angry. He hated Circe, loathed her stupidity and arrogance. She was going to lose them the war and all he wanted was the war over so he could vanish from Hell and never be seen again.

And, in forcing him into this, to bed her, he was betraying Pamela. That scarred the deepest. He would make Circe pay for this, for the pain it would cause him and Pamela.

He let her roll them, but kept the momentum going and pinned her again, this time harder, making sure she would stay put this time.

"You have no training." He sneered, "Your too obvious, too sure of yourself to even try hiding your moves."

[unhappyhellgod]

(OOC: Hey now...mun would like point out that Circe was just annoying him...CAS got them into bed so hush wing boy!)

"Never had to hide them." It was true. What did she need to hide her maneuvers for. She wasn't a warrior. Never had been. That was Azrael. Balthazar. John. She was just...well, she wasn't quite sure. But now was definitely NOT the time for that existential crisis. No. Now was the time to get Cas off of her.

Which she tried. But he was one of the fallen now...like her father...a bit stronger than your average demon with training of the warrior. He had found just the right way to pin her to make it damn near impossible.

[soldier_ofgod]

[ooc: Well if they weren't in a bed that would make straddling very awkward, lol. Still Circe's fault]

"Yes, and that makes you a terrible choice to rule." He wasn't going to let her escape until she heard everything he had to say. He didn't care if he was tortured again. The thousands of scars attested to what he'd endured and would endure again.

"Someone will always want your throne Circe. If you want to keep it, you need to be a warrior, not a spoiled brat who still thinks temper tantrums are the best way to solve her problems."

[unhappyhellgod]

(OOC: Chairs! She also has a lovely chaise lounge apparently...)

Cas's words were not ones she hadn't heard before. Either from him or Balthazar. Lately everyone had been taking great pleasure in telling her everything that was wrong with her and she was tired of it. She had been this way for nearly two millennium...why all of a sudden was it wrong?

Fire flashed in her eyes as she glared at the demon above her. "Yeah yeah yeah...take a number."