The Promise (Supernatural, Gabriel/Kali, chocolate-covered strawberries)
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Assuming the boys and I can stop the Apocalypse.
Assuming I survive.
Assuming she survives.
It's going to take a lot to get Kali to forgive me.
She thinks I'm dead. Everyone thinks I'm dead. It's what I had to do to get an edge -- any kind of edge -- against Lucifer. I had to become a non-problem. Something that Lucifer won't see coming until it's too late.
Hey, I'm not a trickster. I'm the trickster. Tricking Lucifer wasn't exactly easy, but Lucy has one hell of a pride problem and I used that against him. He doesn't like to admit that he can be had. Or beaten. It's his only weakness.
What's my weakness? Well... it has brown eyes, dark skin, a temperament that makes Cleopatra (a sweet girl once you got past her shell, good fuck, but too ambitious) look like the soul of restraint.
Kali, baby, please forgive me. And if we get out of this in one piece, I promise to give you a bath of those chocolate-strawberry-things I showed you back in Paris.
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Date: 2010-05-06 07:02 pm (UTC)Edited to fix an HTML problem
Assuming the boys and I can stop the Apocalypse.
Assuming I survive.
Assuming she survives.
It's going to take a lot to get Kali to forgive me.
She thinks I'm dead. Everyone thinks I'm dead. It's what I had to do to get an edge -- any kind of edge -- against Lucifer. I had to become a non-problem. Something that Lucifer won't see coming until it's too late.
Hey, I'm not a trickster. I'm the trickster. Tricking Lucifer wasn't exactly easy, but Lucy has one hell of a pride problem and I used that against him. He doesn't like to admit that he can be had. Or beaten. It's his only weakness.
What's my weakness? Well... it has brown eyes, dark skin, a temperament that makes Cleopatra (a sweet girl once you got past her shell, good fuck, but too ambitious) look like the soul of restraint.
Kali, baby, please forgive me. And if we get out of this in one piece, I promise to give you a bath of those chocolate-strawberry-things I showed you back in Paris.
No tricks. I swear.