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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 17:57:53 GMT
Willow blushed a little but still looked at him in confusion. "I know you aren't an incubi...I just figured..." She shook her head. "Just since you said the things about Bryant I just assumed you would want to find someone...sometimes." The pretty little demon rolled her shoulder in an embarrassed little shrug.
"Humans aren't too bad, I hear...I've never...I think I'm too scared of hurting one." she admitted before she caught herself and stopped the words from coming out. But this place and that bed will be nice compared to what you had. Sleeping outside is weird unless you have a tent and you can't heal out there." Smiling, she brushed a stray strand from her face. "Plus, here I know where to find you if I come back to check on you. I make really good curry...if you want to try it I could bring you some later...ah...if that's not too annoying to suggest.
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Post by Shea on Jul 10, 2014 6:09:35 GMT
"What I said about Bryant?" he blinked up at her in confusion. And then he laughed. "Well, hell. Now I know why Markus dumped holy water on me. Fucking hell..."
He sighed, shifting to get more comfortable. "You're not annoying, calm down. I wouldn't mind curry. Being constantly on the move with Bryant has gotten me used to fast food. Shit's nasty. No idea how so many people eat so much of it," he said in disgust.
Looking over to her, he paused. And when he spoke again, his voice was serious. "Listen... what Connie said. You're naive as hell, but you aren't dumb. I know it didn't go over your head. And I really don't want you digging. So you promise me you won't, and you swear on your fuckin' life you won't tell Bryant, and I'll explain. Deal?"
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 10, 2014 10:11:30 GMT
Willow wrinkle her nose at him as he called her naive. Not that she COMPLETELY denied it...but she hated the word. Just because there were things she didn't know...it didn't make her naive. Did it? Anyway, she moved to have a seat in a chair, brushing down her skirt. "Why would I tell him? He doesn't talk to me much, and I don't think he'd even listen to me if I tried."
Smiling a kind, reassuring smile, she leaned back ever so slightly in the chair. "Meaning, you can trust me. I'm not going to tell anyone anything you don't want leaving this room."Giggling a bit and brushing back the stray strands of hair. "It might seem silly, but you trusting me with something might actually make me feel not so alone. So. Deal!"
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Post by Shea on Jul 11, 2014 0:53:06 GMT
Daeven sighed again, unsure why he was even bothering. Probably because he'd been hoping Willow knew how Connie had known. Another part was he didn't want her asking around. If he told her and had her swear to keep it a secret, it'd be better on him. Or maybe he just wanted to talk about.
He tried not to think too much about it. "Look. Before you ask any questions, I won't have any answers. I don't remember shit." He shrugged, and looked at her for a long moment. "I wasn't... born a demon. I... fell."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 11, 2014 3:19:25 GMT
Willow didn't know much about demons or really the supernatural world. Frankly, other than knowing that she was a succubus, and her boyfriend was a demon...well exboyfriend, she hadn't known much about anything else in her brief life. Even now, she was still learning things about the world she was born into.
So, when he spoke of falling, her mind didn't jump to angels, or even remotely close to it. Perhaps she was still unsure what all realyl existed and what was a figment of human imagination. So she just stared on at him in confusion for a moment. "You...fell? I'm sorry...what does that mean??"Willow straightened up, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
"Were you turned into a demon somehow?? What were you before?" She asked her questions more as though she were asking herself, brows drawn tight and her eyes looking around the room as if she'd find the answer anywhere but looking directly at him.
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Post by Shea on Jul 11, 2014 3:59:53 GMT
Daeven stared at her for a moment, unbelieving. She was joking, right? Pulling his leg? He almost got angry, but the confusion on her face was genuine.
He laughed out loud. "That's too fuckin' cute," he snickered, a hand going to his chest as the laughter hurt his ribs. He shook his head, and looked her head in the eye. "Kid... ? Fallen. From Heaven," he said, and left it at that.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 11, 2014 5:39:14 GMT
It took her a moment and a little blush for it to sink in. At first her mind was focused, unnecessarily on him calling her cute. She wasn't sure exactly why but it did but passed before things could become too awkward. As the words "from Heaven" sunk in, her eyes grew wide. He was...an ANGEL?
That's when her words were lost. There was question after question swimming in her mind. But how had he fallen? Why had it been so violent on him earlier if he was an angel...or previously an angel? But the words didn't come out, after all, he had already told her her didn't know. So she just settled down and tried to calm her surprise. "So...you're an angel then? Or...were. I wouldn't have known." She quickly tried to rectify her words, worried it would come off as an insult. "Which isn't anything big! I don't know much about this world so!" Her flush deepened.
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Post by Shea on Jul 11, 2014 6:38:54 GMT
There we go, he thought. There was the shock and disbelief.
"It's the wings that give it away," he admitted. He didn't bother dragging his out; he wasn't moving, and he wasn't showing the decrepit things off. "The... fuck. One's a shredded mess, and the other's skeletal. Demons don't have wings that look like that, okay?"
He looked away, unsure if he wanted to talk anymore. After a few long, tense minutes, he said, "I don't know what I did. But when I fell, they ripped four wings off of me. And then they mutilated the two they left me with, as some sort of sick punishment. I don't fucking know."
Leaning back against the pillow, he ran pale fingers through his dark hair, holding the strands up to the light. His eyes were closed. "Blonde. Golden eyes. Six brilliant, powerful wings." Black eyes opened to stare at the ceiling. "And now this is what I am."
He finally turned to look back at Willow. "Live like a demon for long enough, and you start to act and think like one. It was... more centuries ago than I can even remember anymore." He didn't want to talk anymore. He wanted to sleep. But he kept rambling. "I tried to tell Connie the exorcism wouldn't work. But the hex kept taking over... but. She knew. What she and Markus cast? It wasn't that at all. It was a cleansing rite. After... we would strike down a sinner, or fight demons, we were cleansed of the blood. Couldn't be let in Heaven with that on our hands, you know? Fucking stupid..."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 11, 2014 7:38:16 GMT
Willow listened to him talk, interested and pained with what he had to say. She could tell, even if she didn't completely understand his pain, that he was something that was hard for him. Maybe he missed it, even if he couldn't much remember it, he had to miss it with the expression he had right then. "I'm sorry..." She responded, moving to sit on the bed and the young succubus placed a hand to his arm.
"I can't imagine what it must be like...to go from that, to a...a 'demon'." She bit down on her lip, looking over him trying to picture what he must have looked like. His hair was such a brilliant red now, she liked it...and his eyes, though frightening to a degree, she liked them. Still, what would he have been like as an angel? Would he have been the same as he was right now??
She shook the thoughts off, smiling down at him. "I'm glad she knew...I'm glad they could help."
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Post by Shea on Jul 11, 2014 14:50:31 GMT
Daeven started when Willow move to sit on the bed and touched his arm. It was an act of concern he wasn't used to having. He wasn't used to any of this. Being shown tenderness, and talking about his falling, it suddenly hit him like a brick wall.
He wanted to snap at her, tell her to get the fuck out. But she didn't deserve it. Instead he didn't speak until he was sure his tone wouldn't sound angry. "Like I said, I don't really remember anything else." He remembered the pain, God did he ever; worse than what he's just gone through. But that wasn't something he would talk about. He wasn't going to WHINE about it.
Instead he frowned, and looked at her with confused eyes. "Why are you here? Why... do you even care? I could have killed you. If Connie hadn't known, I WOULD have. Why the fuck would risk your life for someone you don't know?"
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 11, 2014 22:48:40 GMT
Willow looked at him with her face pulled into a look of both pity and sadness. She tried to push it down, not wanting to make the other angry at her pitying him. She knew how fragile men's pride could be, even one that was a fallen angel. She had seen it first hand amongst the three men. Admittedly, sometimes it exhausted her to think men could be so...but this time she wouldn't have been. After all, how frustating must it be to have a being like her pity him.
Smiling the best she could, the young succubus shrugged a shoulder. "I'm here because...because I just care. I felt bad seeing you in there, seeing what was happening and everyone could be so...calm about it. No one even said a cross word to Markus for what he did to you. It made me sick. You might not be a demon but I know how much it hurts." She touched her face where she had been burned by holy water before. It had healed, obviously, but it still made her stomach roll just thinking of the pain.
"But I know you. We weren't friends before, we didn't talk much but you weren't BAD. My life is important to me, don't misunderstand, but so are the lives of others so I couldn't sit there and watch you tear at yourself." Willow took her hand back, not wanting to make the fallen angel uncomfortable. "I don't have many friends, and you don't either...maybe I'm just hoping I could give you a friend."
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Post by Shea on Jul 14, 2014 6:52:11 GMT
Daeven shrugged, not looking at the young woman. "Bryant will yell at him for it. It wasn't pleasant, but Markus wouldn't have killed me." Turning back to her, he amended, "Don't get me wrong. I'm pretty pissed. He knew I wasn't in my right mind. But he's... fuck, he'd make a GREAT demon. He doesn't deal with emotion shit; pain. He just turns it physical. Learned that early on. You hurt his precious feelings, and he'll hurt your body just as bad. Effective, admittedly. Just not when on the receiving end of it."
He wasn't sure how to respond to everything else Willow said. How could she care about someone who she didn't know? Especially someone like him? He was crude, and standoffish. He wasn't a good person. Demon. Fallen angel.... whatever the fuck he was. In the end, he sighed, weary, and asked, "You want to be my friend because you think I'm lonely? That sounds an awful lot like pity to me. And sweetheart, that's the LAST thing I need. Or want." He didn't say is rudely, but it was obvious from the look on his face that if that was the case, he was going to be very unimpressed.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 15, 2014 5:28:42 GMT
Willow made a face, thinking about ho Markus could be and the words she as hearing then. It...well it frankly scared her. She'd never been a violent person. Her foster parents had been gentle people who had never raised a hand to her. But she understood the world wasn't always so nice and full of rainbows just..the violence she had seen once she'd become a part of this world was overwhelming and frightening.
Shaking her head. "I'm sorry. He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have gone so far regardless of what that made you say." Brushing her hair behind an ear, Willow gave him a gentle yet pained smile to follow his next question.
"If it were just pity I wouldn't still be here. You haven't been cruel to me, or mean to me..." She shrugged. "You can't get to know if you want to be someone's friend if you don't try. And I don't think you'd HURT me so why not try..." Willow smiled sweetly at him.
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Post by Shea on Jul 15, 2014 6:16:53 GMT
Daeven let the topic go. He didn't disagree that Markus had gone too far on him, but of course he would think that way. That shit hurt like a motherfucker. But he also knew it wasn't any good fighting more about it. It was in the past, and, admittedly, no one cared more about him than they did someone else. Markus would never apologize, and honestly, Daeven wouldn't forgive him even if he did.
"I could have hurt you," he told the young succubus. "I could have KILLED you. There was no reason for you to trap yourself in there with me." He frowned. The more he thought about it, the more confused it made him. "You don't... fuck, you don't risk getting your fucking throat ripped out because you think you might want to be someone's friend.."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 15, 2014 8:16:09 GMT
Willow furrowed her brows and shook her head. "I did it because you were in pain and I didn't want to see you rip your own skin off." She was naive, too nice...maybe. But she was passionate about her choices at times and she wasn't a complete fool...at least she didn't think she was. So she leaned toward him, face serious as she did so. "I did what I did because it was right. You could have hurt yourself really badly, Daeven. More than you already were hurt..."
Sighing she shook her head. "Connie said you'd try to hurt yourself and...I don't know. I felt like I wanted to stop that. Like I had to. Maybe you could have killed me, but i'm not as fragile as a human and see." She ran a hand over her on throat, more or less in a playful gesture of her sarcasm. "My throat is still intact. You just went limp when I trapped myself in there with you. And for that I'm happy you didn't hurt yourself even more."
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