three.
[It was by chance when she came across her ex-husband but she had at a party during the night. Civility was difficult but they found it in one corner of the room. He asked about Lucille, she told him to mind his own business. She asked of his love life, he told her it was better than hers. It was as civil as they could manage at least up until the moment he decided to touch her. One hand had just barely reached her shoulder when she pushed him, that rare hot fury bubbling up.
It ended badly, her ability lashing out to lure him to another room (to bring herself satisfaction that she could control him, always control him), his hands finally grasping her as intended. It was near-miserably quick and, when they broke apart, they stood angry at the other for leading them into it. Both would depart the party but would go their separate ways.
Marriages constantly ended badly for her but that was God's doing, she was sure of it. Samael was acceptable enough. He let her be, let her do what she had to and if he ever interfered one day he would regret it.
Lilith was growing tired of being silent about who she was but just a while longer. Just until she knew how to deal with a community full of obstacles and targets, she convinced herself.]
Some men seem to struggle with right and wrong. One has to wonder what forces them to feel that it's so difficult.
[Filter: Julian]
And some fight sweet considerations and thoughtfulness, don't they? That was not very nice what you did. Not nice at all.
Next time, I'll tell her to send something that you can't burn so easily, JuJu.