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WHO: Mary & Judas
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: Mary's place
WHAT: A scene either for them yelling at each other... or being surprisingly sweet... or having sex... or a bit of all of that.
WARNINGS: Let's veer on the safe side and go go with fucked up angry foreplay/attempted rape
When Mary was with the mortals that had become her 'congregation' she felt like she had a purpose, like she was something that He could be proud of. But that feeling always managed to seep out of her and by a few hours later she felt like a bitter failure once more. Scrubbing herself clean in the shower, Mary was regretting telling Judas to come over, and regretting letting her guard down around him that afternoon. But it was done now and she didn't have a phone to call him even if she had his number.
It was freezing tonight and coming out of the bathroom Mary could see her breath and her skin prickled with goosebumps. She found warm clothes and towel-dried her hair, wishing for a heater or a fire or something. Instead she downed a few shots of bourbon, finishing off the bottle, and had a look through her cupboards for something to eat. It was pretty bare though.
Hearing the groaning of metal that announced someone climbing the fire-escape, Mary walked over and pulled open the window. Shoving her head out she looked down to climbing Judas and asked, "you got any cash?"
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: Mary's place
WHAT: A scene either for them yelling at each other... or being surprisingly sweet... or having sex... or a bit of all of that.
WARNINGS: Let's veer on the safe side and go go with fucked up angry foreplay/attempted rape
When Mary was with the mortals that had become her 'congregation' she felt like she had a purpose, like she was something that He could be proud of. But that feeling always managed to seep out of her and by a few hours later she felt like a bitter failure once more. Scrubbing herself clean in the shower, Mary was regretting telling Judas to come over, and regretting letting her guard down around him that afternoon. But it was done now and she didn't have a phone to call him even if she had his number.
It was freezing tonight and coming out of the bathroom Mary could see her breath and her skin prickled with goosebumps. She found warm clothes and towel-dried her hair, wishing for a heater or a fire or something. Instead she downed a few shots of bourbon, finishing off the bottle, and had a look through her cupboards for something to eat. It was pretty bare though.
Hearing the groaning of metal that announced someone climbing the fire-escape, Mary walked over and pulled open the window. Shoving her head out she looked down to climbing Judas and asked, "you got any cash?"