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❝NO STOP SIGNS, SPEED LIMIT, NOBODY'S GONNA SLOW ME DOWN.❞
GENEVIEVE WAS HESITANT, but the next day, she found herself standing on the other side of Linda Martin's door, which her knuckles reluctantly landed onto. She tried her very best to put on a smug face, and it turned out to be rather easy when the therapist swung the door open and her eyes widened at the stunning sight waiting in the hallway, giving the queen's confidence a lovely little boost. For a second, the blonde was devoid of words and merely stared at Genevieve with her mouth open and her mind clearly trying to comprehend the beauty presented in front of her, which only widened Ginny's smirk.
"Finally a normal reaction", she sighed, "may I come in and... talk?", disgust lacing her tone as the demon gulped and looked at Linda in discomfort. The thought of talking about feelings, or even acknowledging she had any, was downright repulsive, but she needed to get rid of the emotions she was starting to grow in her deserted heart. Clearly, arriving on Earth was effecting her in a way that she already despised, as she didn't wish to be more human, but it had begun to happen, apparently. She needed to focus on her vengeance again, and shrug off these weaknesses that had found a home in her like a toxic disease that needed to be removed of her system immediately.
When Linda eventually moved aside to let the woman in, that was just what Genevieve did. "You're lucky I have no one coming in for a while. What's your name? And what's troubling you — as something clearly is", the therapist wondered as she shut the door and found a seat on the chair she was clearly used to spending time in, and in return, Genevieve ended up sinking down onto the couch opposite her.
"You can call me Genevieve", the queen pursed her lips together into a stunning smile, not bothering to lie in the belief that the minute Dr. Martin would mention a gorgeous, strange woman to Lucifer, the man would rush to worry about his therapist and insist on her staying away from his Shedevil wife. She suspected that the professional relationship blooming between the two wouldn't get to last long, as Lucifer would no doubt burn it to the ground once he'd hear about their session. "I, uh, I've recently come to gain some... unwanted emotions. I'm used to taking what I want, doing what I want, saying what I want — I'm a simple woman like that, but I think that this city is doing something to me", she thought about it, and nodding, Linda kept a close eye on the woman's slow, hesitant moves as she wondered about the change within herself.
"And did you move here recently? From where?", the doctor asked, and breaking into an irresistible smile, Genevieve looked up at her.
"Why, Hell, of course. I am the Shedevil, after all", she explained, and at this, Linda's gaze gained a whole new shade to it, one that Genevieve could not read — out of the two of them, Lucifer had always been better at interpreting people and their thoughts and desires. "So I am used to being... evil, I suppose. I'm an evil queen. Yet I can't help but feel these strange things inside me", the demon stared at Linda with a confused look, expecting the therapist to have some kind of magic that she could cure Genevieve with, but instead of whipping out a wand or speaking in languages, she simply proceeded to question more.
