it's confusing, really.

for kinds of her to even go on lengths how to be a nurse, gone through specifics and laid some earful attention to human seniors she's just eager to stab but didn't cause she have to put on a smile for your amnesiac, sensitive angel ass.

but it's fun, although just so.. childish that she cringes time to time. like what kind of demon will even put time on going full pop-culture, create the type of playlist that has censorship and master all board games and make sure she wins cause she'll fume if she lose with her half-priced pride.

maybe meg can't just help it. maybe because we have a throat-ripping and backstabbing relationship from the beginning that eventually turns to this. god, she swears it's sammy's fault for influencing her like this. in her defense, your honor, she simply does not vibe with the law, but still the safest bitch to be with in town. well, with major warning from dean dearest, bless him.

are you gonna marry or leave her? truth, dare, spin bottle. she knows how to ball, you know aristotle. it's bittersweet denouement watching american pie with you on a saturday night betting all the cards she has. and this demon just feels so high school every time she wanna find her unicorn just to hide from you like a vulture trying to avoid food, like a wolf biting on the sheep but without making it bleed. cause no one's ever had her, not like you.

and no one ever protected her. but then there's you, popping out as the blade comes to end her. and she saw it. the bright light flicker in your eyes.