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❝EVERY WOUND WILL SHAPE ME, EVERY SCAR WILL BUILD MY THRONE.❞
"WELCOME BACK, GENEVIEVE", Dr. Martin greeted her newest client with a polite smile, as the queen waltzed into the therapist's office and found a seat on the couch once again. Returning the smile, just in a more sultry manner, Genevieve brought her leg on top of the other, only for the confidence to fade away as she turned to look at the table and observed the small jar of colorful tiny bears resting there. "Feel free to taste some. They won't bite", Linda commented with an amused shade to her voice, and smiling to herself at the thought of those small bears attempting to bite her, Genevieve did as had been recommended and took a couple of them in her hand.
"I'm glad you came back. I think we can really work through some of those worries you have", the doctor continued, as Ginny tasted the yellow and green gummy bears, surprised by the delightful, sweet taste on her tongue. It appeared to be candy, which she had grown utterly fond of already — or chocolate, at least, which she had discovered in Detective Douche's kitchen before eating all of it and making the man very unhappy with the lack of respect towards his hidden stash. But gummy bears seemed quite lovely, too.
Chuckling, Genevieve leaned behind and let her back rest against the couch. "I wouldn't call them worries. It's just— those pesky feelings are, frankly, a nuisance. I don't want them", she explained as her fingers entwined and she shot the doctor an intent gaze, one that caused Linda to shuffle uncomfortably on her own seat. There was much she wanted to say, for example that Genevieve couldn't just get rid of emotions and pretend as if they didn't exist, but knowing that the woman had quite the temper, Dr. Martin decided to avoid those exact words.
"Uh-huh. Well, where were these feelings before? Why are they showing up now? What's changed?", she wondered, presenting some good questions that Ginny proceeded to think about. She was smart, like Lucifer, but she resembled her husband also in that naive manner that failed to see things despite them being clear as glass — it was obvious what was happening to her and why, but she couldn't quite understand it, and Linda had seen the same happen to Lucifer, who was, frankly, rather lost when it came to reading himself.
"Huh. I suppose Earth is having some kind of a nasty side effect on me. Since I, you know, left Hell. I'm experiencing things I never have before. Like gummy bears", she smiled, looking over to Linda briefly before letting her stare fall to her hands. The more she thought about it, the more her smile faded off of her red lips, and things no longer seemed so amusing. She was changing, but she didn't want to. "I used to shut my feelings out, hide them. Because I didn't need them. But now that I'm trying to blend in with humans, I suppose I'm becoming more human, myself. It's... disgusting", Genevieve shivered, a sense of discomfort landing on her heart and a lump rising to her throat.
"That's okay, it really is", Linda assured, but when Genevieve looked up with a glare, she decided to change the subject. "Tell me, what do you mean by Hell? Why are you the Shedevil?", the therapist then questioned as her head tilted to the side and her eyes observed Ginny — she did look inhumanly gorgeous, and there was something strange about her, like there was about Lucifer. So in some weird way, it made sense.
