Confessions of a libra

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17.05.25

“So how are we gonna settle this?” He asked in a resigned tone.

He placed his hammer down on the ground and leaned on the nearest wall. His arms were crossed and he was looking a little too comfortable at the prospect of death himself.

“Are you scared?” I asked innocently, tilting my head to observe.

“No,” he said simply.

His truth rang true within me. Why would a man who doesn’t need money offer to kill a witch like myself? Maybe they sent him, I mused.

“Did they tell you what I’m capable of,” I ask evenly.

He took a breath, “No actually. It’s not really how I normally work.”

It was amazing how much he lacked shame. An asset in his line of work. An asset I could use to my advantage.

“Well since you asked, we ‘settle’ this by you working for me instead.” I’m measured in my tone.

I let myself have another drag while he stews on my proposition. His body truly was built to be mounted. Even I had to shake my head to remove the thoughts. Focus child, I chastise my inner minx.

“And you think they are just going to let me work for you-” he started but I held up my hand in command.

“Do you think you’re the first they’ve sent me? If they couldn’t kill me in the last century, they aren’t going to start now.” It couldn’t have been delivered more dryly if I tried.

Another breath, this one deeper and more contemplative. “I didn’t realise I was stepping into a century long grudge. That’s on me,” he mused.

I stood up sashayed those three steps to stand next to him. I held up the joint to his lips. His eyes darted quickly between the joint and my face, his mind clearly racing. I held my stance, fingers steady.

“I’m not taking off my mask,” he said defiantly.

Unfazed I kept the joint suspended. Looking into his eyes, I lowered my voice into velvety whispers, “Oh, yes you are.”

I raised my index finger, elongated by my latest set of acrylics. I used the very tip to lower the balaclava from below his yes to below his chin. My eyes dared his to complain, to reject. The face reveal caught my breath. There was beauty there that I hadn’t anticipated. He really wasn’t using his gifts correctly. The next moment, slowly and maintaining eye contact, he leaned in and took a drag. My finger stayed on his balaclava.

“There you go…” I raised it back to my lips. “Now you’re mine.”