[That does cause a wince of pain as the bone dislocates and breaks. It'll heal within hours - minutes, probably, considering how corrupt she is at the moment, but it does hurt. She deserves it. Jessica's anger is righteous.
Her eyes, normally dark, flare a bright gold for just a moment, as the soul within her calls on her to punt this princess turned vengeful torturer through the roof. She ignores it, for now. She could make it easier for the girl before her, like how easy she made it for Buffy and Angel. She could sneer about how Sayo couldn't be that good of a lover if she's coming straight back here to her. She could laugh at Jessica saying they were friends when this is and always has been the real her. She could lay out a bunch of weak excuses about Ange and herself and projection and loyalty...
But Angel's words float through her head when she'd tormented him - tortured and attacked his friends, sold herself to his worst enemies and then made a game of smashing one of their heads open against a table before taking the job. I know what you want. And I'm not going to make it easy for you, Faith.]
That's just what I am.
[A succubus. Someone who worms their way into the trust and affection of others, and then uses that to make it hurt all the more when she devours their hearts and takes everything from them. Bitter and resentful and well and truly unlovable. Willow was her friend. Maybe something more. And Willow died earlier tonight.]
My knife's on the table if you want it. [She shouldn't encourage her self destruction. She does anyway. They might as well go down together.]
cw for... intense masochism and mention of past suicide attempts and torture
Her eyes, normally dark, flare a bright gold for just a moment, as the soul within her calls on her to punt this princess turned vengeful torturer through the roof. She ignores it, for now. She could make it easier for the girl before her, like how easy she made it for Buffy and Angel. She could sneer about how Sayo couldn't be that good of a lover if she's coming straight back here to her. She could laugh at Jessica saying they were friends when this is and always has been the real her. She could lay out a bunch of weak excuses about Ange and herself and projection and loyalty...
But Angel's words float through her head when she'd tormented him - tortured and attacked his friends, sold herself to his worst enemies and then made a game of smashing one of their heads open against a table before taking the job. I know what you want. And I'm not going to make it easy for you, Faith.]
That's just what I am.
[A succubus. Someone who worms their way into the trust and affection of others, and then uses that to make it hurt all the more when she devours their hearts and takes everything from them. Bitter and resentful and well and truly unlovable. Willow was her friend. Maybe something more. And Willow died earlier tonight.]
My knife's on the table if you want it. [She shouldn't encourage her self destruction. She does anyway. They might as well go down together.]