Character shorts

Cordelia

 The dingy apartment was lit only by a small yellow lamp, which cast ominous shadows in the living room. The light bounced off the greens and browns of the furniture and beer bottles scattered across the coffee table, making the simple shapes appear to tower over their surroundings. It had the same harrowing effect on her figure, tall and curvy and clad in a tight black dress. He however was disheveled, dirty, and drunk as he sat on the couch, looking up at her. The air was tense and quieting after the previous conversation.

"Don't worry, my pet. I can still help you," she said in her low voice. She pulled her light blonde curls over her shoulder, leaning forwards to rest her elbows on the couch arm. Having been standing up, this gave the man a view which made it hard to concentrate on the conversation.

"It's... too late anyhow," he said distractedly, one grimy hand wiping at his jaw. His eyes slowly made contact with her face again.

She smiled. "Not for me."

"There's no way you can have that kind of leverage, Cordelia," he grumbled, taking a swig of now-lukewarm beer.

"Don't doubt my connections," she said, feigning hurt. She reached forwards, placing her palm on his dirty-jeans clad thigh.

"I don't, I just - at a time like this, I don't see what you can do."

"I'm a professional at pulling strings my dear. One. By one. By one." Cordelia attempted to search his eyes, catching his gaze again.

"You can really help?"

"I'm not limited by the same restrictions as you are, Thomas. I'm no man."

"I can tell," he huffed, eyeing her again.

Cordelia stood up straight, causing him to frown further. Her voice took to a more serious tone. "I can get you whatever you want, and more. It's not too late when you know someone with my... specialties," she said with a wink. A moment of silence.

"And... what do you want?" He knew how these things worked.

"Oh just something small, trivial really. You won't even miss it," She stepped around his legs and the crumpled fastfood bags on the floor and sat next to him, placing a pale, long-fingered hand on his thigh again and squeezing it softly.

"What."

Cordelia huffed in amusement, rubbing her nose against his cheekbone softly. "Oh, just your soul," she whispered.

He jerked his face away so he could look at her incredulously. "My... soul?" he repeated.

"You can call me a lunatic if you wish, just know that you will be missing out on everything your heart desires - and more. I delivered before, didn't I?"

"Yeah."

"Don't waste your last chance at greatness," she said softly, rubbing her hand against his thigh.

"If I let you have my soul... you'll do anything I ask you to?" Tommy said slowly, those rusted cogs in his mind turning - even if it was painfully slow.

Cordelia hid a grimace. "Something like that." Placing her hand under his chin, she turned his face towards her own and smiled. "Come on, what have you got to lose at this point, pet?"

"Fine." A long moment of calculation. "You can have it."

"Wonderful. One more thing," Cordelia said quickly, "a kiss, to seal the deal?"

"Well, you won't hear any objections," he grumbled.

Cordelia grinned, leaning into him and locking her lips with his for a moment. By the time she pulled away, she could feel herself stronger. A smirk appeared on her lips, and when she looked up at him her eyes flashed black.

He jumped. He had no idea what else to do, staring at shock although her eyes were back to their crystalline grey. "You, y-you-"

"Welcome to my zoo, darling," Cordelia purred, standing and gathering her things. "Your soul will make a lovely addition to my rap sheet."

***

This was based off the song "Toes" by Glass Animals, which inspired Cordelia's character, in part.