Kel hesitated, just outside of Dru's home, fingers toiling idly with the Panther's Claw that now hung around her neck. She frowned, looking up at the night sky a moment, before slipping up the front door. Another slight pause, before she knocked lightly.
No sounds came at first, just the stillness of the night.
"Please be home...." She knocked a little louder, this time, leaning her forehead against the wood. "Please, Dru..."
After a few moments a light clicked on inside. "Whoisit" the words thrown together in a drawling mess of interrupted slumber.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips. "It's Kel... I didn't realize it was so late... Can I come in?" She rubbed her arms. It had grown chilly, and despite her ability to shift her clothing, she'd left the simple loincloth and strip in place. "Please?"
No response to her words, just the opening of that unassuming door.
Through that gently swirling portal showed an unassuming interior, for once, of simple painted walls the shade of a warm burgundy and hardwood floors. The first room that of a living room with a black sofa and matching loveseat around a large coffee table of some dark wood, perhaps cherry and a comfortable looking recliner near the lone window to the room. "You can, what brings you by so late?"
She stepped inside, letting the door close behind her. She blinked crimson eyes a few times, trying to accustom them to the lower light. She looked around for him, still fingering the prize from the tournament. "I... I'm ready, Dru. I... don't need them, anymore."
The old man was in the middle of scrubbing his face when she opened that letter-bomb. Hands fall away so he can actually look at her. "This instant tonight?" His brain was still attempting to catch up to the events as they unfold.
She nodded, crimson eyes studying him closely. "I'm shielded from them. I have been for days." She shook her head slowly. "The shields are enough that I cannot feel them. It was...an experiment, you see. I can do this. I am strong enough." She squared her shoulders, offering him a small smile.
Back to rubbing at his face a breath was softly exhaled. "You sure ol' beastie ain' just bein' patient? Waiting on you to go through with this then it lashes out? They play that game you know..."Moving around Kel, he drifted towards a wall lamp and turned twice bringing a light up about the strength of a candles luminescence. "Once I do it, there'll be no going back, for anyone."
She stepped forward, following him. She laid her hand on his arm, gently. For a change, her hand was warm, instead of cold as it often was when she was raging those inner wars. Her eyes lacked that distinct glow they had taken on for since she had returned from the disastrous job. "Dru... I can't be tethered like this anymore... And... if it is just the demon..." She stepped in front of him, looking deeply into his eyes, fingers reaching up to brush his mask. "I'd rather die."
"Well, I'll tell you up front it won't be pleasant. Bonds such as this latch onto pieces of your energy, chakra points. They link your chakras with theirs like pieces of a puzzle. Severing them can have side-effects on all ends. Shielding as you've done simply built a wall where nothing goes in and out unless you wish it." Druid pretty much spoke for himself since he could figure Kelathe all ready knew all of this.
"I'll contain it within me. I'm the one who created the link, even if it was an accident. I will be only one affected by all this." She sighed softly. "It's the right thing to do, Dru. They need to be free to be on their own, without me..."
"All right. I'll need coffee for this. Follow me." A turn he drifted around the closest corner down a short hall into a decked out kitchen. Range-top in the middle of an island. Pots and pans hanging above, double stacked stove. Not bothering to do everything manually he just flicked his wrist and set the coffee pot instantly percolating. "Sure you don't want me to put in any safeguards or the like?"
She leaned against the doorway, arms folding over her chest. "I either do this by myself, or you kill me. It's that simple, Uriel..." She used his real name. She must be serious.
No reaction came right away, just a hand falling behind for a butt-scritch pondering this admission. "All right, all right. No need for threats." Takes up the mug that had been filling and drank of the black tar within. "You know I have to ask what I do. Wouldn't be what I am if not."
"I know...." She closed her eyes a moment, and ran her fingers through her hair. "It has to be done. I can't...live with them in my head anymore..."
"It's all right to talk in your head, but when the voices answer back it is time to find a good medication." laughs at his own joke for a bit before setting the mug down. "All right, lets' do this. And, promise not to freak out? I'll have to shed some skin to do this...."
"I've seen you naked before... and I've seen you... at least up here..." She tapped her forehead. "After this is done, though... do you mind if I stay here for a few days? That little hunting preserve you have hidden away for me?"
"Trust me...what you've seen ain't nothin. Which reminds me....need more room...." Tracing a symbol on the counter set the whole room shifting. Kitchen fell away to a wide open grassland just after a gentle rain. "Don't want to ruin the kitchen...and you may stay till you can stand."
"Until I can stand?" She looked around, taking in a deep breath. She took a few steps, taking in her surroundings. Her clothing slowly shifted along her spine, allowing her wings to spread upward, and out. She shook them, and turned to face him once more.
"I really hate taking this form, but it can do a lot I can't. Might want to close those sensitive eyes of yours Kel...." Even before saying so his head went back, eyes and mouth opening impossibly wide, emitting a blinding radiance that quickly began consuming his entire form. The mask fades into featureless coverings as his robes turn into a brilliant red, too close to the shade of blood, expanding a sextet of wings. Hair like living fire begins to flow where his robes normally hide it from view, each lock writhing in place, guttering and flickering. The image quickly one revealing the stained glass and books had it wrong where it came to his kind. His, if such a gender could be used, facial features were neither male nor female in their design. Even the body hinted at a form of androgyny though powerful as pristine robes slowly envelope him.
She closed her eyes just in time. Still, she was driven to her knees by the sheer power she sensed before her. Head slightly bowed, she waited. Not a single trace of ebony worked its way through her hair, nor did she tremble in fear. This was her friend, the same person she had taken as a mentor and eventually, into her bed. This was just another form.
Eyes more pitiless than any demon fell on her with a shade of violet that gleamed as though made of cut-glass. "You wish the telepathic bonds connecting you to the changed ones severed." The voice that rang like living thundered didn't ask. It stated. Hovering before her as though about to announce an ill-omen. "This is the third time it is asked that you are sure of your choice."
She looked upward, crimson gaze meeting violet. She made her way to her feet, hands falling at her side. Wings mantled tightly behind her. "I wish to sever the bond. It is time... And I am strong enough." Her gaze was near defiant, daring him to say otherwise.
"So it will be, tainted one. " As though a deal had been struck. The world would explode into white.
Within the haze events would rewind before her eyes, everything involving the binding until that point in time. Undone. Severed and sealed as though it had never truly been and yet events remained as they had unfolded. First rewinding and then replaying into the current frame. "What was done. Has been undone."
She blinked once... twice. She twisted her head, looking around, and seeing... darkness. Yet, she could feel the grass beneath her skin. Could smell the rain that had fallen. Softly, she called out... "U...Ur... Dru?" A hard swallow, her throat suddenly scratchy, as she struggled to sit up.
Coughing and a bit of wheezing would come to her ears as he stood slapping at his dingy robes. "Really hate that guy, so pompous."
"Dru?" She cradled her head in her hands. It was that same, soft hissing voice she had been born with, not harshened by the battle with the demon. "I can't see anything..."
"Oh for fuck's sake..." The old man actually cursed! "Told you to close your eyes...but noooo. No one ever listens to the old man when he says something. Always getting ignored." Some grumbling before something wet is splashing against her eyes. "That won't fix it, but should help." Hands a thousand times stronger than they look are then helping her stand.
She raised an eyebrow, though she couldn't see him. "I hope that was water..." She laughed, leaning against him. "I feel better... So much better..." She could still hear the chiming of the wings, the shift of her clothing as they faded from her back at her will. Another soft laugh, as she leaned into him a little more. "Hey Dru? Want to see if I can still keep up? We still haven't broken your place in yet..."
"Could be fun. You wouldn't know what I'm using where..." A very potential threat as he curled an arm around her to offer support. Another symbol traced in the air set the plain fading back to his kitchen.
She let out another soft laugh, almost delighted, as she took a few steps forward, away from his support. She spun to face him, reaching out her hand to trace her fingers over the lips of his mask. She replaced fingertips with lips briefly, before whispering, "I'm free... finally..."
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Crouched. Hidden.
Fingers dug into bark, the feel of of rough wood against her palm sending a shiver down her spine. She shifted on the balls of her heels, head tilting towards the small herd of deer beneath her.
She could feel her mouth start to water, forked tongue tasting the air, before licking her lips.
Dru had changed everything. She was alone, in her head, with the demon. And here, in this little preserve tucked away within that cottage that he called home, she sought communion. He had not been gentle with her this time, because she had demanded it of him. He had marked her, with tooth and nail, and despite her ability to heal, the wounds still marred her snow white skin.
She hungered.
The herd shifted once more, leaving one lone doe grazing on a few fallen acorns Kel had carefully scattered below. She leaned forward in her crouch, pushing away from the branch.
The creature never saw her coming.
*****
Sated, she leaned back against the tree, arms folded casually over her bare chest. Blood streaked her face, matted her hair. Gore-encrusted fingers tapped idly against the inside of her bicep, as she considered. So many changes. So much... freedom.
Finally, she stood, stepping deftly around the mauled carcass of her dinner, and began to make her way towards the portal back into Dru’s home. A hot bath, and a clean bed... A cool cloth with soothing herbs over her hurting eyes.
And more time to think.
Fingers dug into bark, the feel of of rough wood against her palm sending a shiver down her spine. She shifted on the balls of her heels, head tilting towards the small herd of deer beneath her.
She could feel her mouth start to water, forked tongue tasting the air, before licking her lips.
Dru had changed everything. She was alone, in her head, with the demon. And here, in this little preserve tucked away within that cottage that he called home, she sought communion. He had not been gentle with her this time, because she had demanded it of him. He had marked her, with tooth and nail, and despite her ability to heal, the wounds still marred her snow white skin.
She hungered.
The herd shifted once more, leaving one lone doe grazing on a few fallen acorns Kel had carefully scattered below. She leaned forward in her crouch, pushing away from the branch.
The creature never saw her coming.
*****
Sated, she leaned back against the tree, arms folded casually over her bare chest. Blood streaked her face, matted her hair. Gore-encrusted fingers tapped idly against the inside of her bicep, as she considered. So many changes. So much... freedom.
Finally, she stood, stepping deftly around the mauled carcass of her dinner, and began to make her way towards the portal back into Dru’s home. A hot bath, and a clean bed... A cool cloth with soothing herbs over her hurting eyes.
And more time to think.
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Kel laid in the bathtub, soaking away her aches after her hunt. The blood had washed away easily, as it always did. Here, without distractions, she could drift on her own memories. Here, she was content to just be.
A smile danced on her lips, as she thought about her current situation. Dru - their relationship had always been so odd. Tension had laced each of their interactions, in the beginning. An angel, helping a demon possessed woman control what had once taken her over.
So very, very odd.
She shifted in the water, placing a cloth over her eyes. They still hurt, but at least some of her sight had begun to return.
Her head bowed further, hands clasping tighter in front of her. Before his eyes, untouched pale skin faded. Masses of twisted scars worked their way over her flesh. Burns, of varying degrees and types decorated her flesh. She turned slowly, revealing a back covered in painful reminders of her breaking in the face of the demon. When she turned to face him once more, and lifted her face, it would be a shock. The demon had paid careful attention to her face. One eye seemed sewn shut, careful cuts twining down her cheeks and across her throat. This image, she had shown no other person.
He had been the only one to see her that way, the only person to see what the demon had done outside of her shared memories. She shifted in the water once more, playing the memory forward to some of the more pleasant aspects of their evening together.
She stiffened, but it was for reasons other than he thought. "You've....seen me hunt? And... you aren't...." She leaned back enough to look in his eyes. "You weren't disgusted by it?" Neo hadn't known about her hunting style, and would have been horrified if he had.
"I'm not human, that much I'm willing to tell you, Kel. And I've seen worse, trust me. I've done worse to things like your demon." His tone unfeeling in that moment before a hand came free to caress her lips, solid weight suddenly trying to ease up between her legs. "We do what we must to sate a hunger and control our impulses..."
That smile returned on her lips, a faint blush tinging her cheeks. It was at that moment that the energies between them had shifted. That he who had been her mentor, became her lover.
They had spent hours enjoying each other. At times, Kel had been concerned she had worn the poor man out, but... neither of them were what they seemed. At the end of the night, in her opinion, was the culmination of the change.
He'd appreciated every skill in its entirety..with much enthusiasm. Eyes sought her own then. "It's not a bad ting, and I think it'll take a time before you can help me break in the new place like we just did your own. I think you'll recover faster than I will." Teasing words as he licked her lips with a soft laugh. "I'm glad you let me to your bed. Wasn't sure you'd ever view me as more than mentor and protector."
A raised eyebrow, a smile teasing her lips upward even as her face flushed pink. "I think I'd....like that...." She went back to gently massaging his shoulders. "I was worried you'd never see me as more than possessed..." A soft kiss to his lips. "And... until I was fully in control, I didn't want to get too close...in case you..." She closed her eyes, with a pained look.
"I didn't want to have to kill you either." So blunt the way he said it. Just out there despite in relieved tones. "I'm not all knowing, I hope you realize, nor have I seen it all. I've just seen time repeat itself enough to spot ripples in the pattern that let me create comparisons to then and now...."
She nodded, letting her fingertips slide slowly through his hair. She laid her head against his chest, voice muffled as she spoke. "I know. I wasn't sure Jaycy or Psly would be able to... kill me. But you wouldn't hesitate. It got me through the darker hours." She kissed his chest, and sighed. "I can't say that I will ever be entirely free of it, but at least I'm not... giving in to it, like I once was."
"It may come eventually, but you need to prove you're stronger and gain total control of yourself again. It's what they do, even after being expelled they can re-control a person if the individual doesn't master their own mind and body." Hands traced down the curve of her hip to the little bruises there.
She twisted, gathering her arm under her head to prop it up as she studied him. "It's given me many benefits..." Fingers traced over scratchmarks on his side. "Long life... the ability to heal..." A small, wry grin on her lips.. "Stamina..." She closed her eyes. "It's not without cost. But... I am strong enough..."
"And it's patient..." a warning tone there as his hand came to rest over her heart. "It knows what's in here, and how to manipulate it. Never grow comfortable as long as it's within you."
She laced her fingers in his, over her heart. "I am vigilant." She ran her free fingers across his mask again. "And you taught me what to look for, when it tried."
"I still saw it take you over in public even after showing you..." He didn't have to remind her of that, but felt it best.
She sighed. "It was a learning experience... I had to take baby steps. Now, I understand every lesson..." She kissed his chin. "I was an apt pupil..."
"So I'm beginning to see." His chin dipped to catch those pale lips gently. "Keep it up and you just might no longer need me around...."
She leaned into the kiss, passing her forked tongue over his lips. "Perhaps... but that's doesn't mean I don't want you..." Another slow yawn, and she snuggled closer. One hand reached idly for a blanket that had been tossed carelessly to the side, and she drew it up around them.
"Want me huh? So sure about that after this deviant apocalypse?" Little grin as he kissed her forehead, helping to pull that blanket around them. He'd never actually cuddled with any of his recent partners.
She threw her leg over him, pressing closer against him. A grin on her face, almost hidden as she nuzzles against his chest. "More sure than I was before it, actually. If you want to stay around me, that is."
A smile to this as he did something perhaps unexpected, he hugged her. Their bodies pressing closer together. "I'll stick around as long as you'll have me..." Then just to be a tease he started to slip back inside of her though he fully intended to sleep.
She moaned softly, already half asleep. A quiet whisper, "If we sleep like this, I'll wake up a happy woman." A yawn, as she tucked her hand against his side, thumb stroking slow circles. "Good night, Uriel..." A soft kiss press against his side.
"Pleasant dreams Kelathe..." A teasing shift of his hips as he settled in, an arm draping around her protectively even after he fell asleep. If one were to perhaps look at his shadow across the wall they might well see a pair of wings trying to wrap about her as well.
Kel turned, reaching for one of the soft towels that had mysteriously appeared for her. Wrapping it around herself as she stepped out of the tub, she took a deep breath. Tonight, she'd ask him to stay again...
A smile danced on her lips, as she thought about her current situation. Dru - their relationship had always been so odd. Tension had laced each of their interactions, in the beginning. An angel, helping a demon possessed woman control what had once taken her over.
So very, very odd.
She shifted in the water, placing a cloth over her eyes. They still hurt, but at least some of her sight had begun to return.
Her head bowed further, hands clasping tighter in front of her. Before his eyes, untouched pale skin faded. Masses of twisted scars worked their way over her flesh. Burns, of varying degrees and types decorated her flesh. She turned slowly, revealing a back covered in painful reminders of her breaking in the face of the demon. When she turned to face him once more, and lifted her face, it would be a shock. The demon had paid careful attention to her face. One eye seemed sewn shut, careful cuts twining down her cheeks and across her throat. This image, she had shown no other person.
He had been the only one to see her that way, the only person to see what the demon had done outside of her shared memories. She shifted in the water once more, playing the memory forward to some of the more pleasant aspects of their evening together.
She stiffened, but it was for reasons other than he thought. "You've....seen me hunt? And... you aren't...." She leaned back enough to look in his eyes. "You weren't disgusted by it?" Neo hadn't known about her hunting style, and would have been horrified if he had.
"I'm not human, that much I'm willing to tell you, Kel. And I've seen worse, trust me. I've done worse to things like your demon." His tone unfeeling in that moment before a hand came free to caress her lips, solid weight suddenly trying to ease up between her legs. "We do what we must to sate a hunger and control our impulses..."
That smile returned on her lips, a faint blush tinging her cheeks. It was at that moment that the energies between them had shifted. That he who had been her mentor, became her lover.
They had spent hours enjoying each other. At times, Kel had been concerned she had worn the poor man out, but... neither of them were what they seemed. At the end of the night, in her opinion, was the culmination of the change.
He'd appreciated every skill in its entirety..with much enthusiasm. Eyes sought her own then. "It's not a bad ting, and I think it'll take a time before you can help me break in the new place like we just did your own. I think you'll recover faster than I will." Teasing words as he licked her lips with a soft laugh. "I'm glad you let me to your bed. Wasn't sure you'd ever view me as more than mentor and protector."
A raised eyebrow, a smile teasing her lips upward even as her face flushed pink. "I think I'd....like that...." She went back to gently massaging his shoulders. "I was worried you'd never see me as more than possessed..." A soft kiss to his lips. "And... until I was fully in control, I didn't want to get too close...in case you..." She closed her eyes, with a pained look.
"I didn't want to have to kill you either." So blunt the way he said it. Just out there despite in relieved tones. "I'm not all knowing, I hope you realize, nor have I seen it all. I've just seen time repeat itself enough to spot ripples in the pattern that let me create comparisons to then and now...."
She nodded, letting her fingertips slide slowly through his hair. She laid her head against his chest, voice muffled as she spoke. "I know. I wasn't sure Jaycy or Psly would be able to... kill me. But you wouldn't hesitate. It got me through the darker hours." She kissed his chest, and sighed. "I can't say that I will ever be entirely free of it, but at least I'm not... giving in to it, like I once was."
"It may come eventually, but you need to prove you're stronger and gain total control of yourself again. It's what they do, even after being expelled they can re-control a person if the individual doesn't master their own mind and body." Hands traced down the curve of her hip to the little bruises there.
She twisted, gathering her arm under her head to prop it up as she studied him. "It's given me many benefits..." Fingers traced over scratchmarks on his side. "Long life... the ability to heal..." A small, wry grin on her lips.. "Stamina..." She closed her eyes. "It's not without cost. But... I am strong enough..."
"And it's patient..." a warning tone there as his hand came to rest over her heart. "It knows what's in here, and how to manipulate it. Never grow comfortable as long as it's within you."
She laced her fingers in his, over her heart. "I am vigilant." She ran her free fingers across his mask again. "And you taught me what to look for, when it tried."
"I still saw it take you over in public even after showing you..." He didn't have to remind her of that, but felt it best.
She sighed. "It was a learning experience... I had to take baby steps. Now, I understand every lesson..." She kissed his chin. "I was an apt pupil..."
"So I'm beginning to see." His chin dipped to catch those pale lips gently. "Keep it up and you just might no longer need me around...."
She leaned into the kiss, passing her forked tongue over his lips. "Perhaps... but that's doesn't mean I don't want you..." Another slow yawn, and she snuggled closer. One hand reached idly for a blanket that had been tossed carelessly to the side, and she drew it up around them.
"Want me huh? So sure about that after this deviant apocalypse?" Little grin as he kissed her forehead, helping to pull that blanket around them. He'd never actually cuddled with any of his recent partners.
She threw her leg over him, pressing closer against him. A grin on her face, almost hidden as she nuzzles against his chest. "More sure than I was before it, actually. If you want to stay around me, that is."
A smile to this as he did something perhaps unexpected, he hugged her. Their bodies pressing closer together. "I'll stick around as long as you'll have me..." Then just to be a tease he started to slip back inside of her though he fully intended to sleep.
She moaned softly, already half asleep. A quiet whisper, "If we sleep like this, I'll wake up a happy woman." A yawn, as she tucked her hand against his side, thumb stroking slow circles. "Good night, Uriel..." A soft kiss press against his side.
"Pleasant dreams Kelathe..." A teasing shift of his hips as he settled in, an arm draping around her protectively even after he fell asleep. If one were to perhaps look at his shadow across the wall they might well see a pair of wings trying to wrap about her as well.
Kel turned, reaching for one of the soft towels that had mysteriously appeared for her. Wrapping it around herself as she stepped out of the tub, she took a deep breath. Tonight, she'd ask him to stay again...
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Drifting far more silently than he normally allowed himself the old man paused just outside Kel's quarters. He didn't know if she slept yet, however he figured checking on her would be best to make sure she were doing all right with any aftermath of her decision. Hand closing on the handle he twisted the metal ring carefully and eased the door a crack to peer within.
She lay, tucked underneath a thick comforter. Long, snowy white hair was neatly braided, her eyes closed tightly. "Coming to check on me?" A soft laugh from her direction, as she sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. Not that it mattered, really, but it was cold in the room to her. "Might as well come in..."
"Old man can't be sentimental?" gruff tones met her soft laughter as he stepped inside, closing the door behind himself. A quick look around the room before he perched on the foot of her bed comfortably. "Everything meet your satisfaction?"
She tucked her knees up close to her, head tilting as she watched him. "Everything's ....lovely." She ran a hand through her unruly locks, a small smile on her lips. She rubbed her eyes gently, blinking a few times. Her vision had started to return, but things were still blurry.
"Good. As agreed you may stay here till a time when you feel ready to venture out. The preserve is yours to use at will." Patting her knee lightly Druid offered a soft nod. Doing things such as what she'd asked seemed to be putting more and more strain on his ability to focus and remain impartial. So many wanting so much of late, almost made the old man wonder if he were losing his faculties.
She laid her chin against her knees, head tilting to the side as she squinted at him a moment. Fingers rubbed the bridge of her nose, before she closed her eyes once more. "Thank you... for everything..."
"Don't thank me yet. There's a price for everything, even divine aid." An effort to keep strain from his voice Druid started to rise from the bed, forced to use both hands on his knees for support. "If you need anything, I'm but down the hall. A good scream should do it." Barely suppressing a groan he stood and adjusted his robes.
"Don't go..." She reached out a hand to him, and patted the bed next to her. "I can ease some of those aches, if you like." There was concern, in her voice, despite knowing what he was capable of. She shifted over on the bed, reaching over to her nightstand, where she'd flung an overlarge nightshirt.
"Just out growing this body I'm afraid..." Uncertain if she wanted him to stay because she thought he was simply tired, or she wanted him to remain just to be close, he chose to see where it all went and moved to lay next to her, pushing his back against the pillows and headboard.
She pulled the shirt over her head, and turned towards him. Hand reached outward, touching his leg, and his side. "How am I supposed to rub your back if you are sitting like that?" She folded her arms across her chest, one slender eyebrow raised. "Come on... lay down. Let me take care of you, for once."
"What am I, a geriatric now?" Harumphs and shrugs, with some difficulty out of his robes. "Next you'll be bringing up a nursing home." More grumbling ensued but he was too tired to put up an actual fight and moved to lay down, body turned away from her.
"No, you aren't. But you are tired." She scooted forward, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Even the all mighty Uriel needs someone to take care of him every once in a while." Fingers found his flesh, delicately massaging. Her touch was tender.
He audibly sniffed at the air. "What is that? Sarcasm? Another time and I'd have flayed those like you alive with a thought..." The words a little wistful there. But no other motions are made as he fell silent under her touch. "And what do you know of me anyway?"
"Absolutely nothing, really." A soft laugh, as she shook her head. "Rumors. Hints. Half-whispered clues. Nothing solid, that I've found. But I've seen some of your... other forms..." She continued her ministrations, working along his shoulders and neck.
That actually got a laugh from him. "What other forms? Just the two of us stuck in one shell." As those hands passed over the scarred flesh coating his shoulders, they tensed, long unused to such things he was a cornucopia of knots.
Gently, she worked on each, leaning forward to press soft kisses as her fingers moved. "Different forms of you... You know what I mean, Dru." She shook her head. "Does no one take care of you?"
"No one cares about the angels. The angels have to care about everybody else. Thankfully I'm neither anymore." A bitter drip of acid to his words before groaning with the death of another knot. Laying flat he kept his marred face away from her, eyes closed.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she gave another shake of her head. "Where I'm from... there was no room for angels or devils. We just...were. We had no one to watch our backs except our handlers." She worked her way lower down his back.
"Ahh but both are all over the place Kel. In one form or another. You know we don't traipse around in halos and horns singing about golden fiddles and low swinging chariots." Even he had to admit that mental images was amusing where it brought a faint smile to his face, shoulders gently shaking.
"I know that now... " A soft chuckle, fingers methodically working back up along his spine. She curled up closer to him, laying her head against his arm, but never stopping that massage. "Why do you say you are outgrowing this body?"
"Just as the demonic do not have existing bodies upon the material plane, this plane. Neither do the angelic. However, we don't have to force our way like they do. Provisions were made for mortal bloodlines we can inhabit if needed. However, sometimes, the vessel can't handle a prolonged possession."
He stilled as she lay against him, listening to her carefully in that moment as he all but said demons and angels are the same form of creature. Parasitic. Moral ambiguity aside.
There was a perceptible tension in her body at his words, her hands lifting away from him for but a moment. They laid against his back, fingers spread wide for a moment. "That's..." She never finished the sentence, as she laid back against her pillows, hands folding over her stomach.
Not up for rolling completely he lifted his head and turned in order to see her. "Is upsetting, I know." His one visible eye just looked in it's normal unfeeling manner. "They covet you because your kind are beloved above all. To us, you're the new baby dad brought home."
She laughed softly, fingers lifting to rub her temples. "Isn't that interesting... It's not upsetting, really... just something that I never thought of. Demons were always thought to be terrible, especially because of the whole possession thing... but angels?" She turned her head towards him. "Imagine how...upsetting that would be to some people..."
"Like I said. We don't get to force our way. The host has to actually say yes. They don't, well, we can't do much about it. Free will hurts us more than the other team. Then again, that's the point. It's supposed to be harder to be a good, upstanding, person than low-road warfare." Indifferent rise and fall of his shoulders against the sheets. "People will, as they always have, believe what they want to believe. However it is agreed that whoever started depicting us as babies in diapers gets a wedgie off of St. Peter's gates until the Rapture."
She let out a short laugh, finally curling up close to him again. She laid her head against his arm again, watching him. Fingers picked up the massage once more, working on some of the tougher knots.
"Think it was a Roman deciding to be cute and changing Eros' image. Eros and Psyche. Lust and Love." Druid shook his head feeling the flood of these so called endorphins where they broke free with each untangled knot. "At least I don't have to worry about all that...." Eyes close as he settles under her ministrations. "Why do you care that no one takes care of me?"
"I don't believe in fairness and justice, necessarily. But you've taken a good deal of care with me... Seems only fair you should be repaid, somehow." She turned, brushing her lips against his temple.
He moved then, rolling with that brushed kiss to pull her pale form closer. "Fair wasn't invented by my kind. And justice is a blind woman so a lot gets overlooked." Perhaps for the first time, he tried to see her as what she was. This young, intelligent, delicately painted woman. "I think you repay my vigilance in your own....flexible way..."
She leaned into him, a slight flush coming to her cheeks. "You know... I'm good for more than just that..." Her hands worked around behind him, not willing to stop working on those knotted muscles just yet.
"I'm more than aware, but I've only seen you in two lights. Depraved and distressed." With the rolling brought that painted face from seeming nowhere. Animated lines showing amusement in their wavy nature around the feline design.
She shook her head. "I really don't have an answer for that. Other than, perhaps, you probably should not have been watching my sexual escapades so much." A smirk crossed her lips. Her fingers touched the mask briefly, and she made a face. "You don't have to wear that around me, if you don't want."
"I don't want to run out of mystery just yet....and, I enjoyed watching your escapades. Even if I couldn't live vicariously through them..." From behind the mask came the soft sounds of snickering before animated lips kissed her fingers. "Everyone wears masks, Kel. Some more visible than others."
She moved her fingers, kissing the lips of the mask softly, before curling up close to him. A yawn escaped her. She sat up, slipping the nightshirt over her head, and tossing it back onto the nightstand, before getting comfortable again.
He looked from her to the tossed shirt and back. "Why did you bother with it in the first place?" Yep. He was in a male head space right now as she settled against him. A knee shifted to prod for her permission to settle it between her thighs as was his preferred position, pulling her cooler flesh against his warmer skin.
"Because you looked tired. I thought I'd cover the temptation..." She shifted to accommodate him, nestling her head against his arm comfortably. She ran her fingers over the mask again, back through his hair.
"And what about now?" A teasing lilt of words as the mask fell away under her passing touch into his hair. Red flesh pulled tight against the open expanse where his cheek should have once been. Leather like fingers slowly cup her face, pulling it in for a lingering kiss as that bit of flesh between her thighs moved up dangerously close.
She leaned in close, fingers lightly stroking his hair as he kissed her. "Now? I don't really care..." A soft chuckle, her fingers moving down to cup his cheek a moment, despite the scarred flesh. She kisses him again, sweetly, letting it linger.
"Good..." Into that lingering kiss he pushed, one hand dropping low to trace along the line of her hip where it curled, bringing their bodies close. "There's still a price for severing that link...." Laughing softly against her lips he brought himself up and then kissed her delirious.
She lay, tucked underneath a thick comforter. Long, snowy white hair was neatly braided, her eyes closed tightly. "Coming to check on me?" A soft laugh from her direction, as she sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. Not that it mattered, really, but it was cold in the room to her. "Might as well come in..."
"Old man can't be sentimental?" gruff tones met her soft laughter as he stepped inside, closing the door behind himself. A quick look around the room before he perched on the foot of her bed comfortably. "Everything meet your satisfaction?"
She tucked her knees up close to her, head tilting as she watched him. "Everything's ....lovely." She ran a hand through her unruly locks, a small smile on her lips. She rubbed her eyes gently, blinking a few times. Her vision had started to return, but things were still blurry.
"Good. As agreed you may stay here till a time when you feel ready to venture out. The preserve is yours to use at will." Patting her knee lightly Druid offered a soft nod. Doing things such as what she'd asked seemed to be putting more and more strain on his ability to focus and remain impartial. So many wanting so much of late, almost made the old man wonder if he were losing his faculties.
She laid her chin against her knees, head tilting to the side as she squinted at him a moment. Fingers rubbed the bridge of her nose, before she closed her eyes once more. "Thank you... for everything..."
"Don't thank me yet. There's a price for everything, even divine aid." An effort to keep strain from his voice Druid started to rise from the bed, forced to use both hands on his knees for support. "If you need anything, I'm but down the hall. A good scream should do it." Barely suppressing a groan he stood and adjusted his robes.
"Don't go..." She reached out a hand to him, and patted the bed next to her. "I can ease some of those aches, if you like." There was concern, in her voice, despite knowing what he was capable of. She shifted over on the bed, reaching over to her nightstand, where she'd flung an overlarge nightshirt.
"Just out growing this body I'm afraid..." Uncertain if she wanted him to stay because she thought he was simply tired, or she wanted him to remain just to be close, he chose to see where it all went and moved to lay next to her, pushing his back against the pillows and headboard.
She pulled the shirt over her head, and turned towards him. Hand reached outward, touching his leg, and his side. "How am I supposed to rub your back if you are sitting like that?" She folded her arms across her chest, one slender eyebrow raised. "Come on... lay down. Let me take care of you, for once."
"What am I, a geriatric now?" Harumphs and shrugs, with some difficulty out of his robes. "Next you'll be bringing up a nursing home." More grumbling ensued but he was too tired to put up an actual fight and moved to lay down, body turned away from her.
"No, you aren't. But you are tired." She scooted forward, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Even the all mighty Uriel needs someone to take care of him every once in a while." Fingers found his flesh, delicately massaging. Her touch was tender.
He audibly sniffed at the air. "What is that? Sarcasm? Another time and I'd have flayed those like you alive with a thought..." The words a little wistful there. But no other motions are made as he fell silent under her touch. "And what do you know of me anyway?"
"Absolutely nothing, really." A soft laugh, as she shook her head. "Rumors. Hints. Half-whispered clues. Nothing solid, that I've found. But I've seen some of your... other forms..." She continued her ministrations, working along his shoulders and neck.
That actually got a laugh from him. "What other forms? Just the two of us stuck in one shell." As those hands passed over the scarred flesh coating his shoulders, they tensed, long unused to such things he was a cornucopia of knots.
Gently, she worked on each, leaning forward to press soft kisses as her fingers moved. "Different forms of you... You know what I mean, Dru." She shook her head. "Does no one take care of you?"
"No one cares about the angels. The angels have to care about everybody else. Thankfully I'm neither anymore." A bitter drip of acid to his words before groaning with the death of another knot. Laying flat he kept his marred face away from her, eyes closed.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she gave another shake of her head. "Where I'm from... there was no room for angels or devils. We just...were. We had no one to watch our backs except our handlers." She worked her way lower down his back.
"Ahh but both are all over the place Kel. In one form or another. You know we don't traipse around in halos and horns singing about golden fiddles and low swinging chariots." Even he had to admit that mental images was amusing where it brought a faint smile to his face, shoulders gently shaking.
"I know that now... " A soft chuckle, fingers methodically working back up along his spine. She curled up closer to him, laying her head against his arm, but never stopping that massage. "Why do you say you are outgrowing this body?"
"Just as the demonic do not have existing bodies upon the material plane, this plane. Neither do the angelic. However, we don't have to force our way like they do. Provisions were made for mortal bloodlines we can inhabit if needed. However, sometimes, the vessel can't handle a prolonged possession."
He stilled as she lay against him, listening to her carefully in that moment as he all but said demons and angels are the same form of creature. Parasitic. Moral ambiguity aside.
There was a perceptible tension in her body at his words, her hands lifting away from him for but a moment. They laid against his back, fingers spread wide for a moment. "That's..." She never finished the sentence, as she laid back against her pillows, hands folding over her stomach.
Not up for rolling completely he lifted his head and turned in order to see her. "Is upsetting, I know." His one visible eye just looked in it's normal unfeeling manner. "They covet you because your kind are beloved above all. To us, you're the new baby dad brought home."
She laughed softly, fingers lifting to rub her temples. "Isn't that interesting... It's not upsetting, really... just something that I never thought of. Demons were always thought to be terrible, especially because of the whole possession thing... but angels?" She turned her head towards him. "Imagine how...upsetting that would be to some people..."
"Like I said. We don't get to force our way. The host has to actually say yes. They don't, well, we can't do much about it. Free will hurts us more than the other team. Then again, that's the point. It's supposed to be harder to be a good, upstanding, person than low-road warfare." Indifferent rise and fall of his shoulders against the sheets. "People will, as they always have, believe what they want to believe. However it is agreed that whoever started depicting us as babies in diapers gets a wedgie off of St. Peter's gates until the Rapture."
She let out a short laugh, finally curling up close to him again. She laid her head against his arm again, watching him. Fingers picked up the massage once more, working on some of the tougher knots.
"Think it was a Roman deciding to be cute and changing Eros' image. Eros and Psyche. Lust and Love." Druid shook his head feeling the flood of these so called endorphins where they broke free with each untangled knot. "At least I don't have to worry about all that...." Eyes close as he settles under her ministrations. "Why do you care that no one takes care of me?"
"I don't believe in fairness and justice, necessarily. But you've taken a good deal of care with me... Seems only fair you should be repaid, somehow." She turned, brushing her lips against his temple.
He moved then, rolling with that brushed kiss to pull her pale form closer. "Fair wasn't invented by my kind. And justice is a blind woman so a lot gets overlooked." Perhaps for the first time, he tried to see her as what she was. This young, intelligent, delicately painted woman. "I think you repay my vigilance in your own....flexible way..."
She leaned into him, a slight flush coming to her cheeks. "You know... I'm good for more than just that..." Her hands worked around behind him, not willing to stop working on those knotted muscles just yet.
"I'm more than aware, but I've only seen you in two lights. Depraved and distressed." With the rolling brought that painted face from seeming nowhere. Animated lines showing amusement in their wavy nature around the feline design.
She shook her head. "I really don't have an answer for that. Other than, perhaps, you probably should not have been watching my sexual escapades so much." A smirk crossed her lips. Her fingers touched the mask briefly, and she made a face. "You don't have to wear that around me, if you don't want."
"I don't want to run out of mystery just yet....and, I enjoyed watching your escapades. Even if I couldn't live vicariously through them..." From behind the mask came the soft sounds of snickering before animated lips kissed her fingers. "Everyone wears masks, Kel. Some more visible than others."
She moved her fingers, kissing the lips of the mask softly, before curling up close to him. A yawn escaped her. She sat up, slipping the nightshirt over her head, and tossing it back onto the nightstand, before getting comfortable again.
He looked from her to the tossed shirt and back. "Why did you bother with it in the first place?" Yep. He was in a male head space right now as she settled against him. A knee shifted to prod for her permission to settle it between her thighs as was his preferred position, pulling her cooler flesh against his warmer skin.
"Because you looked tired. I thought I'd cover the temptation..." She shifted to accommodate him, nestling her head against his arm comfortably. She ran her fingers over the mask again, back through his hair.
"And what about now?" A teasing lilt of words as the mask fell away under her passing touch into his hair. Red flesh pulled tight against the open expanse where his cheek should have once been. Leather like fingers slowly cup her face, pulling it in for a lingering kiss as that bit of flesh between her thighs moved up dangerously close.
She leaned in close, fingers lightly stroking his hair as he kissed her. "Now? I don't really care..." A soft chuckle, her fingers moving down to cup his cheek a moment, despite the scarred flesh. She kisses him again, sweetly, letting it linger.
"Good..." Into that lingering kiss he pushed, one hand dropping low to trace along the line of her hip where it curled, bringing their bodies close. "There's still a price for severing that link...." Laughing softly against her lips he brought himself up and then kissed her delirious.
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