Sol always knows the nicest things to say.
Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.
Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.
There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.
It was supposed to be a relatively straightforward diplomatic trip, but of course these things never were with demons.
David's mind does not withstand two years of solitude. (Written for this prompt.)
Vanessa's mutant gene activated just in time to save her from dying - but then she spent six months being tortured by DMC. Now she's alive, deeply maladjusted, and living in Domino's spare room.
Domino's not exactly happy about it.