#1520

[ I want to develop my story idea about the succubus who falls in love with an asexual girl, but I haven’t had to develop new characters in years (mine are loud enough on their own) so I’m struggling. I thought I’d see if letting my other characters take the reigns might help me learn about these new girls. We’ll see… ]—

[A knock at the apartment door. Tanim opens it to a girl who might have stepped out of The Craft; the plaid skirt of her school uniform is rolled to mid-thigh, her feet encased in black combat boots, her white dress shirt unbuttoned beneath a leather jacket to reveal a generous swell of breast. Her skin is caramel, her hair tumbling over her shoulders in dark chocolate waves, her eyes burnished copper flecked with gold. Someone more appreciative of the female figure than Tanim might say she has “curves in all the right places.”]

Tanim: You must be Remer. Please, come in.

Remer: Nice place. [She eyes the apartment as she walks inside. Her hips sway back and forth with each step.] Kinda stark, though.

Tanim: I prefer it that way. Would you like something to drink?

Remer: You got anything to smoke?

Tanim: Of course. [Tanim leads her into the living room, producing a cigarette pack as she stares out the tall windows. He hands her a lit cigarette, then settles on the couch.] So. Tell me about yourself.

Remer: [She recites the facts as if she memorized them for an oral report.] I’m eighteen, still in school. My father is a diplomat, so my family travels often. I–

[Tanim snorts.]

Remer: [She glares at him.] What?

Tanim: Come on. You don’t need to lie to me. In fact, the whole point of this is for you to be completely honest. How old are you, really?

Remer: [She squares her shoulders haughtily.] Far older than you.

Tanim: I highly doubt it. Try me.

Remer: Three hundred and thirty-six, give or take. We don’t mark time the same way you do.

Tanim: Still just a child… [He politely changes the subject as her glare intensifies.] You say “we.” You’re a demon, yes?

Remer: [She makes a moue of distaste at the term.] A succubus.

Tanim: A succubus, sorry. And your real name?

Remer: Remr’knali’v’sarna’nbat’shi.

Tanim: …”Remer” it is. So you send men to their deaths after a night of pleasure and vice? I could think of worse ways to go.

Remer: Not exactly. My tastes run to the more Sapphic.

Tanim: Ah. Yes, I think you’ll fit in nicely here. [He shrugs when she raises an eyebrow.] None of us exactly toes the heteronormative line. Even Mage is… well… Mage. So, do you have your eyes on anyone right now?

Remer: [She hesitates.] Um.

Tanim: I know that look. Who is she?

Remer: No one. Shut up. [She thumps down on the couch and drags moodily at the cigarette.] I don’t want to talk about it. …it’s complicated.

Tanim: Fine, fine. I’ve been in your shoes. Am often in your shoes, actually. I understand.

Remer: I doubt it. You probably don’t have to worry about accidentally giving in to your instincts and eating the girl you lo– like.

Tanim: That is a rather unique situation. Does she know you like her in a… non-culinary way?

Remer: [She sighs with exasperation.] No. She’s completely dense. I’ve tried everything; innuendo, pheromones, erotic dreams, skin to skin contact, changing my hair, my eyes, my body shape, my clothes… nothing works. I’ve never had this happen before. I’m powerless.

Tanim: Hmm… it’s like that, huh? [He smiles knowingly.] Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. [He reaches out as if to pat her shoulder, then seems to think better of it and stands.] I have business to attend to. Feel free to stay as long as you like. [He waves languidly and wanders off down the hallway.]

Remer: [She calls after Tanim.] Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? “It’s like that.” Like what? Where are you going? [When it’s clear he won’t be coming back, she glances around the silent apartment.] …this place gives me the creeps. [She exits the apartment, but not before pocketing the packet of cigarettes left behind by Tanim.]

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