eyepatchesandpipes asked: Bananun! Satan!Mary and Lana have been fucking. When Mary Eunice is exorcised, she has to deal with her sinful feelings towards Lana
Lana avoids her gaze now. Now that she knows it wasn’t really Mary Eunice (although, she likely always knew, deep down). But Mary Eunice can’t stop staring. Can’t stop reliving the times that Lana – so desperate for affection, for human contact – would come to her, would leave sated, bruised and disgusted with herself and do it all over again mere days later.
The bruises on her own skin – still fragile, still human, regardless of what was inside of her - are a constant reminder. The remnants of still purple fingerprints on her neck should repulse her; she should feel guilt every time she spots the slowly fading bite on her thigh. But all she can think, as her fingers trace the edges of every mark, is how much she wishes to do it all again.