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❝AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED, UNTIL WE CLOSE OUR EYES FOR GOOD.❞
STAINS OF BLOOD adorned Genevieve's beautiful features, a few droplets here or there, brought upon her smooth skin by the bar fight that had begun with Chloe interrogating the boyfriend of a rather jealous woman. Once Linda had called her a raging bitch, punches had started to fly and Ginny had been more than eager to take part in the squabble that gave her the opportunity to do what she was quite talented at — kicking ass. "Oh, how I've missed this!", the demon expressed her happiness quite loudly as she was being dragged away from the tiki bar that no longer allowed any of them in it, a devious smirk twisting her red lips as she glared at the women she had shamelessly beaten during the fight. It was often assumed that the queen didn't want to get her hands dirty, but she truly didn't mind the blood of her enemies stuck on her face or putting people back in their places.
"C'mon", Maze's hand suddenly gripped Ginny's arm so tightly it made the queen glare at her, but frankly, she didn't care. "I called Lucifer. He's coming to pick you up", the demon explained, and this made Genevieve laugh as she yanked away from Mazikeen, only for her body to lose balance and her feet to stumble on the empty street.
"Excuse me? I do not need a babysitter", Genevieve insisted, and just as she was about to rant about what an independent woman she was — a queen — Lucifer pulled up, the engine of his Corvette roaring proudly as the man stepped on the brakes and stood up from the leather seat. The sight of her husband made Genevieve roll her eyes, which then earned a smile from Mazikeen who nodded at her oldest friend before stepping away and leaving the two on the street. "I do not need a babysitter!", Genevieve repeated her words to Lucifer, who adjusted his jacket and approached the Shedevil with a sigh leaving his lips.
Shaking his head, Lucifer took Genevieve's hand in his, which surprised her enough for her eyes to widen and her body to step back, so the hold dropped. "I beg to differ. There's no telling what you'll do without adult supervision, darling. So, you'll— is that blood on your face?", Lucifer stared at his wife in disbelief, and as Ginny began to proudly explain how she had taken part in a bar fight, the Devil proceeded to wipe the droplets away with his thumb. The feeling of his gentle touch on her warm skin made Genevieve swallow all the words she had ready on the tip of her tongue, and all the wit and sass vanished for a moment there — her walls came down, and the stare in her eyes grew into something else entirely as she looked at Lucifer.
But it didn't last for long.
"Stop", she insisted, and in a blink of an eye, she had grabbed Lucifer's wrist and twisted until his fingers dropped from her face. "I can take care of myself. And if you happen to remember, I can't get drunk, so there's that", Genevieve cleared her throat as her jaw rose high in the air and the fond gaze in her eyes hardened into a spiteful glare yet again.
