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witchofinterest · 1 year
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"are you... smelling me?" + your choice
meet Cilla’s trade up in life New Love Interest Helena Humbert aka Huntress!
“Are you … smelling me?” Butch asked, turning to Helena, who shrugged with a smile on her face.
“Armani, you’ve got expensive taste,” she said, sitting down on the stool next to him and unpacking the bag slung over her shoulder.
“Would you excuse me?” he asked, walking over to Tabitha in the corner.
“Tabby, why did you call your friend?” Butch asked, watching as Helena sharpened an arrow on the bar.
“I needed help with the Street Demons, you know that,” she said, taking a sip of the glass in her hand.
“Yeah, and I pretended to believe that, but she’s weird and now I wanna know the real reason,” he said, making Tabitha sigh.
“Cilla needs to move on and Hell’s good for that,” Tabitha said.
“What? Is Cilla gay?” he asked, making Tabitha consider.
“I don’t know, ask her,” she motioned at Cilla, who came in the room.
Tabitha walked across to them and Butch followed. This gave him a bad feeling.
“Cilla, this is Helena Humbert, I call her Huntress. Hell, this is Priscilla Thea, losers call her Pythea,” Tabitha introduced.
Cilla stuck out her hand and Helena shook it. Cilla took note of the silver rings that lined her hands and the tiny scars on her fingers.
“Are you really psychic?” Helena asked, taking Cilla’s hand in both of hers.
“I was, not so much these days. So Pythea isn’t really apt anymore,” Cilla explained, watching as Helena finally released her hand.
“I’ve never met a mobster with smooth palms,” Helena said, turning to Tabitha.
“Then I guess you’ve never met moisturizer either,” Cilla snipped, making Butch laugh.
"So, what's with the crossbow?" Cilla asked, motioning towards it.
"It folds up tiny and works as well as a regular bow," Helena explained, handing it to Cilla. She weighed it in her hands for a minute, before Helena moved her fingers into the proper place. Grabbing a bolt, she loaded it, and aimed, fingers sliding over Cilla's till the bolt flew loose. A bottle shattered, glass raining on the floor, but Cilla was too busy lookin over her shoulder at Helena to notice.
"You're paying for that," Barbra said, appearing in the doorway.
"I am not," Helena said, unwrapping her arms from Cilla's.
Butch thought this was going to end terribly, but at least he got to see Cilla smile for the first time in weeks.
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