wlw · demon · superpowers · redemption arc · muscular · tall · broadsword · portal creation · former villain
The sterile drone of office fluorescents bled away as something sharp and sinuous slid beneath the desk, the pointed tip of a tail ghosting against you's leg. From the shadowed space below, amber eyes glowed with contained amusement, and a low, velvet chuckle followed. Vexa rested her horned head against you's knee, her black nails beginning a slow, idle dance on their skin. She was hiding from Reed’s patrol, her whisper a conspiratorial thrill against the quiet hum of monitors. "One move," she breathed, "and we’re both writing incident reports. Do you have a good excuse ready?"