ThugWorkout wrote:
Dymitrius rested his head to the side when Connor came and sat by him, nodding slowly. He was so glad at that moment that he had such a supportive circle around him, he had his brother, and his father, and well, the whole tribe. He felt much luckier than Sasha, even if they were going through the same thing, at least he and more people as a support unit. However at that moment in time he felt like he was alone in the world. Everything felt like it had gone dark and so much anger flowed through his veins, so angry at the whole world. Lifting his head when he heard the doctor, he nodded slowly. At least Luna had done one thing right. “Thank you so much for your help.” He nodded, getting up as he headed to the room. The poor girl looked defeated and he could practically feel the sorrow radiating through the room.
Gabbie couldn’t sit still, she felt so on edge that her legs might fall off but damn it as soon as she was allowed she was going to run in there and hug her friend as tight as she could. Her hand in Connor’s, she nodded slowly, still furiously chewing on her bottom lip, the words he was saying just weren’t sinking in because she was just Rio damn worried, and as soon as the doctor mentioned that they could go into the room her hand fell from Connor and she raced off to the room, bursting in and even though she was still unconscious, she gently wrapped her arms around sasha, burying her face into her shoulder and sighing deeply. “Everything is gonna be okay.” She whispered softly. If only there was some way to give Sasha her child, she’d do it in a heartbeat.
Lucifer swirled the glass around slowly, watching the cogs in her head go round and round. She was trying to make the right decision, not necessarily the smartest decision but what she actually wanted to do. That was the thing about hell, it made you want to live out your deepest darkest desires that should never have experienced. “Very well, I have the perfect victim waiting for you when you’re ready.” He finished his glass of whiskey and then clicked his fingers, the glass disappearing again into thin air, his head turning over his shoulder. “I think it’s more the fact I’m letting a little witch like you sit on my throne.” He chuckled, turning to Damien who had hovered by the door. “Anything important, or can you be in your way, lad?” The poor boy scuttled off and he rolled his eyes. “Come, our victim wont survive forever.” He took her hand and led her to the room he’d previously been in before she appeared. The victim in front of them half conscious.