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Post by Shea on Jul 15, 2014 16:38:16 GMT
Daeven felt himself suck in a breath when she ran her hand over her own throat. A warmth had spiked in his belly, and he had to laugh aloud. There was no way she could have tripped her power on purpose; she wouldn't, not on him. And especially not right now. If she were managing to trip it without meaning to, and he'd gotten that, he wondered just what the hell she was capable of. He knew her mother was powerful, but add that to whatever rank her father had been? She could do some damage on a human. She'd suck them dry before she even realized it.
Fucking hell, everyone around here was dangerous. Maybe she wasn't such an odd one out after all.
"I still think it was an incredibly stupid idea," he told her, easily shutting down the wash of power she'd accidentally shot out at him. "And when I'm all healed up, your mother and Viveka are going to kick my ass right back here," he snorted. He may have not hurt her, but he knew how protective those women were of their daughter. Hell, Viveka might even be more so.
Yvaine might understand she wasn't hurt, but Viveka would still kick his ass. If not for how close her daughter had gotten to being killed, then for her seeing him naked. Humans were funny like that.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 16, 2014 0:25:18 GMT
Willow hadn't noticed the spike in her power. In all honestly, she was still learning to control it even now. Being exclusive with another demon had meant that she didn't need to control it...well not so much. Yvaine still made efforts to teach her and to get her to practice...but Willow was stubborn and scared.
So, all she didn't was smile innocently at his laugh and laugh herself, rolling her shoulder in a shrug and brushed over the front of the dress she had borrowed from Connie. Maybe he thought she was stupid. Just a stupid young girl who had acted too rashly, but she was pleased with herself if that little flip in her stomach and the way her chest swelled was any indication.
"My moms won't bother you, I promise." Chuckling a little, she brushed a hair back behind her ear before leaning back, resting her hands behind her on the bed. "I'll be sure to let Vivi know that you didn't hurt me and it was all my choice. After all...I was told to leave, and I didn't. It's really not anyone's fault but my own. And you didn't ask me to do what I did, or to stay. You'll be okay!"
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Post by Shea on Jul 16, 2014 2:15:30 GMT
Daeven rubbed at his eyes. "Say what you want, pretty thing. We both know that even if they don't kick my ass, they're going to threaten me so badly they might as well have. Your adopted mother is downright terrifying, for a human."
He didn't even bring up Yvaine. If the woman truly wanted, she could have him disappear without a trace. He knew the family she came from, and he knew the power she possessed. She could make him fall so badly in love with her that he'd tear himself to pieces if she asked.
It was horrifying thought. If Willow had gotten him semi-hard without even meaning to, were her powers as strong as her mother's? Even half that, and with how it seemed she couldn't fully control them... she could be damn dangerous.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 16, 2014 2:47:34 GMT
'Pretty thing' It made her flush a little to hear that. Sure it wasn't meant as a compliment or a comeon. She knew that. It was just something of a nickname or pet name that he might only use once and never again...but it still made her flush and have to find the words she had intended to say. It to a moment, trying not to make a fool of herself with a cracking voice or god forbid she speak more what was on her mind than what she'd originally intended to respond with.
So, once the moment had passed, she chuckled lightly as if dismissing what he'd said and went. "I know she can be. She looks after me. But I'm sure it'll be okay. Mom will probably calm her down." Willow smiled at him, almost playful. "Don't tell me we can't be friends because you're afraid of my stepmom..."
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Post by Shea on Jul 16, 2014 3:00:04 GMT
Daeven let out a startled laugh. "I said she was terrifying for a human," he grinned. "I didn't say I was afraid of her. It'd take more than just her to bring me down, talented though she might be. She's still a human. She's still weak."
Chuckling to himself, he said, "Maybe we should be friends. Watching them freak out of me corrupting their precious little girl would be amusing as all hell. Before I got my kicks from teasing Bryant about becoming more human, but he's gotten to the point where he just locks me in a Devil's Trap. And if I have to be stuck in there one more time..." he shook his head.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 16, 2014 4:06:57 GMT
Willow giggled, her hand coming to cover her mouth as she did. Somehow, the image of Daeven cowering away from her stepmother made an amusing image. But she couldn't stop the smile she had at him not declining her friendship. He could have and he could have made her leave, but he hadn't yet. That, more than anything, made her happy. She wanted a friend, and he really wasn't all that bad.
"Corrupting me? I don't think you'll corrupt me. I'm too stubborn..." Giggling to herself a little she looked down and smiled. "Well, unless I WANT to be corrupted. But if Bryant locks you in a devil's trap again, I'll help get you out! As long as I don't get caught in there with you... Once was enough for a little while."
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Post by Shea on Jul 16, 2014 4:39:31 GMT
Daeven snorted, throwing an arm across his eyes. "Yeah, it ain't the best thing in the world. Especially when Bryant does it 'cause he's pissed at me. Fucker makes it smaller so I'm forced to stand in it, and after a few hours some sorta... claustrophobia or some shit kicks in. Fucking hate being trapped..."
Despite how his entire body ached and how exhausted he was, Daeven found himself enjoying the young woman's company. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a conversation with someone that was on a friendly nature. He and Bryant spoke, sure, but when they weren't harassing each other they were talking about "work".
He wouldn't admit it, but he was sort of glad she wanted to be around him. Centuries without a friend had been lonely, though it was easier to forget when he didn't have anything recent to compare it to. Now, thinking back, he felt... sad.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 16, 2014 4:50:38 GMT
Willow frowned a little at the thought. Markus and Bryant could be...cruel and spiteful. Not that she knew the sort of things the three of them did to each other or if they deserved it, but it left her wondering why he even stayed. Pulling her braid over her shoulder to pet over the hair as she looked over the fallen angel, the young succubus sighed. "Why...are those two like that? Markus hurts you because he gets...jealous? And Bryant does things like that just because he's..what? Annoyed?"
She shook her head. "That's so childish. I can see hating being trapped. I am really claustrophobic so I've never wanted to be trapped. Thankfully, I haven't other than today." Trembling. "But i know how holy water feels"
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Post by Shea on Jul 16, 2014 17:50:19 GMT
Daeven moved his arm away from his face, and watched her with dark eyes. "They're like that because of the lives they've lead. Because they're scared. They like to act tough, and cruel, because it's easier and more natural. Do you want to be the predator, or the pray?" He sighed. "It's demon logic. But hell, what the fuck do I know. I'm not a doctor."
He watched how she trembled, and frowned. Who the fuck would even want to throw holy water on this girl? She was so small, and looked so delicate. Probably some cock that couldn't do any damage to an actual demon. He looked away, shrugging a shoulder, "I've been through worse. Not saying it's pleasant, but. I dunno. After the first few times, the pain loses the horror that makes it feel worse."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 17, 2014 15:28:07 GMT
She chuckled at his words, shaking her head. "Maybe. Still, it's kind of scary to know they can be like that. I hope I never get in their way." She thought out loud. She really had nothing to worry about with her mothers there. They would keep anyone from hurting Willow so, really, it was more of a figure of speech, expressing her remorse for their attitude.
Then she looked back up from where her gaze had drifted and saw his frown. "I can imagine...you've lived a long time, haven't you?" Willow rubbed her own upper arm, a little nervously. "I'm....I'm not old like you or my mom. Not really.I'd still be in human highschool if my mother hadn't come to take me because...because I was coming into my powers soon."Chuckling to herself, willow let out a little sigh. "But it's good, I guess...I haven't had to experience the bad things you have, but I think all the bad things are proof that you need to learn to enjoy some of the good things life can offer, too." Smiling at him, she chuckled. "Like a healthy friendship."
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Post by Shea on Jul 17, 2014 15:40:15 GMT
Daeven shook his head. "Even if you got in their way, I doubt they'd hurt you. Bryant's got some code against harming women and children, and you kinda fall under both. And it's not like you're gonna go apeshit even and require a bullet in the head. Hell, even Markus has restraint around someone that's weaker than he is." But honestly he didn't know.
With as long as he'd been with Bryant, you'd think he'd know more about him. But he really didn't. He had ideas of how the man would respond to certain situations. But sometimes he threw him for a loop. Like when he'd used his powers to bring Markus back from the brink of death.
Snorting, Daeven said in a weary tone, "I've been alive longer than I can remember. I only remember back to my fall. I don't know how long, or even what exactly I was, before that. Not hard to guess, considering they ripped four wings off my back, but still. Was I born into seraphim status? Work my way up? Was I one of the first? The last?" Sighing, he bit his tongue to keep from rambling. "But what the fuck does it even matter now? This is what I've been reduced to."
Eyeing the young succubus, he let out a whistle. "Jesus. You really are young." Knowing that, he honestly didn't think she had any place in this life. Let her go back to her adoptive family. Let her ignore this darker part of the world.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 17, 2014 15:56:10 GMT
"I guess...what matters now is you aren't dead. There are some good things there. I know it might not be the same as being holy and having wings that are white and beautiful." Willow sighed wistfully. "Mine aren't impressive or as pretty as an angel's wings must be. But...for what it's worth, you're not so bad like this and I know you'll find out more someday." Listening to him talk pained her, but she knew there was nothing she could say or do to change the past. There was nothing anyone could honestly do. It was in the past. The best any of them could do would be to make the best of the present and the future. so Willow gave him a sweet smile and stood from the bed.
"Yeah...I am. But age doesn't matter too much in demon culture, so I've heard. Once you come into your power you're basically an adult." Willo looked away, a little embarrassed for a moment. "After all, you have to be an adult at that point if you want to survive." She said, knowing well that she hadn't fed, hadn't wanted to feed, since she'd left her boyfriend. She did what she could to stay fed, but not have to...well.
Shaking it off, she stretched a little and looked over at the door. "I'll come back and visit you later, okay? I need to get home before my moms find out and blow a fuse...well, Vivi in particular." She tossed a smile back at him, hopeful that he wouldn't tell her to stay away. "It's okay, right?"
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Post by Shea on Jul 17, 2014 16:13:20 GMT
Everything the young woman said was true. And he knew it. Which was why most of the time he ignored his past, and ignored trying to answer questions he couldn't. It'd happened, it was done with it, and there was nothing to be done about it.
Honestly, the pain of realizing what he'd lost had faded a long time ago. It was still bitter and raw if he dwelled on it too much, but normally it was easy to dismiss the dull ache of the wounds that never quite healed on his back.
"Yeah, off with you," he said, waving his hand towards the door. "Stop by later if you want. I need to sleep. I'm fucking wiped," he said around a yawn. He should probably thank her, but he found the words stuck. "I'll see ya later, Willow," he said instead.
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