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Exes and oaths
She thinks everything through.
Five year plan type of girl, holding white-knuckled to the wheel to hold the course. No nonsense. Stone-cold bitch. She’s heard it all, dismissed it all as not worth her time.
The boyfriend is part of the plan, too. Taller than her, not the same major, has to be okay with putting his career first, because she certainly is.
And then—
The problem with including others in the plan is they don’t always stick to it. They sometimes have other plans, blindly following a man who promises the impossible, not thinking for themselves.
She refuses to be a prop in someone else’s plan.
Human sacrifices are so outdated, anyway. If he had just asked, she could have given him a demon’s direct line. Does he think she leaves anything up to chance? It’s like he doesn’t even know her.
Her wrists sting from where they tied her to the alter, but a demon’s favour beats badly-done bondage any day.
He begs, as she adjusts the seat in his Lexus. He always hated seeing her drive his car, and she rolls down the window so she can hear his complaints, as she puts the car in reverse.
“Please, babe, think this through!”
For once, she doesn’t, just slams on the gas and waits for the crunch.
He’ll be a better ‘ex’ than he ever was a boyfriend, anyway.
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Ziggy (she/him/he/her) is a queer, disabled teller of fairy tales and happy endings.
