Who: Nenael, Belle, Edward
Where: Beach
When: Later morning
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Edward and Belle talk about Nenael; Nenael wanders over and they chat a bit uncomfortably before each parting to go their own way.
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Where do fallen angels go // They keep falling )
He hung back a little, not entirely certain where to start with this.
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"Hello, Edward," she greeted him quietly before she started along the beach toward him. She wasn't wondering what he was wondering; it was pretty plain to her. "We go back a little way," she replied. "He probably won't ... bother anyone today. Damion's the one they're likely going to have to look out for."
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"Probably," he echoed, "But not assuredly. Somehow I'm hardly comforted."
Topaz eyes narrowed as he watched the angel wander away. He wouldn't pursue, but he was highly suspicious.
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Which wasn't to say he couldn't - or wouldn't - harm people, but it wasn't his primary function. Belle glanced over her shoulder, down the stretch of sand the angel had walked along before she swept her gaze back to Edward.
"How's Bella doing?" she said, mostly to shift the topic. There was genuine curiosity there, too - Bella's mind was one of the few Belle couldn't get into herself. It was endlessly frustrating.
She could at least slide into Sev's when his defenses weren't up - though now that he wasn't fucking her mother, she wasn't nearly as interested in him as she had been.
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He offered a light smile; things were going well, for all that. Despite all his worry, things were going remarkably well.
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Interesting. Voluntary shields were good and useful, but involuntary ones ... well, they could be detrimental when one was in a dicey situation.
Still, it was annoying that there was a mind about she couldn't get into - she could only imagine what it was like for Edward.
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Their memories said the same thing, Edward having gleaned the recollections straight from their heads. It had been mildly disturbing, but at least here he'd managed to avoid some of the particularly less desirable parts. Not that he didn't want a child, but ... not that way, not the way his hand was forced, the way he'd seen her unwittingly harm Bella the way she did.
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She watched the angel make his way back up the beach, content to remain silent until he was beside them. "Look like it used to?"
"More or less. Fewer rocks than I recall," he murmured before he glanced to Edward somewhat warily. Nenael dipped his chin in a slight nod to the vampire, though the crests of his wings showed some lines of tension. "Hello," he greeted him quietly.
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For all intents and purposes, Nenael was the enemy. Which was all well and good when the angel was standing on the other side of things looking smug. Standing here, looking like little more than any of the rest of them, Edward was slightly less sure of what protocol he should be taking here. Belle’s rather placid stance wasn’t helping all that much. Still, it didn’t seem right do to something so foolish as extend a hand or similar, so he simply nodded, topaz gaze slipping to the psychic as if in question.
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"So she liked the rocks just fine before?" He smirked faintly before he nodded to Edward. "I'd say it's nice to meet you but I'm sure neither of us would actually mean it."
He was half tempted to ask the man what he did here, but refrained. No need to start things, after all.
"Well, she's Laurel," Belle pointed out. "Still crazy as a loon. Clearly, it was the rocks fault Tris got hurt, so when she was pulled here ..." Belle splayed her hands in a 'you see my point' sort of gesture.
She glanced to Edward, offering him a little shrug in response to his expression. He's not going to attack you. And if he did, I'm pretty sure you could take him.
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"Probably not," he agreed with the angel, "Perhaps under different circumstances."
Though he couldn't say for certain being that he had precisely nothing to compare this with. How he and the other might have interacted under a happier veil remained to be seen.
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"Different circumstances," he agreed as he inclined his head. He flared his wings out, shaking them a few times. Stray feathers fluttered down to the sand, and he had an urge to gather them up for Sylar.
Shaking off the urge, he glanced over to Isabelle. "So, where are the safe places today?"
She shrugged. "Wherever Damion hasn't already stirred things up," she guessed before she glanced toward Edward to see if he had input on the matter.
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The hostages, really; those who couldn't defend themselves. There weren't that many of them, but there were enough. And many of them were connected to some heavy hitters in a cruel twist of fate.
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But yes, it stood to reason he'd start in the dorms, and seek out the ones he knew to be most susceptible to his presence. "Maybe I'll just spend the day on the beach," he offered in a bit of a tease toward Belle.
"Might not be the worst idea you've ever had," she admitted. "If not the beach, the shops." She shrugged. Then wondered if they could take what they'd bought back to Riverfell with them.
It was interesting, and she wondered if her mom and Laurel were buying things on the other side. Useful things, she hoped.
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"Do they get to shop while they're here?" he ventured warily.
Not that he didn't think they'd be allowed to, but taking it back would be interesting. Though he wondered what they'd be interested it. It wasn't as if the joke shop or the lingerie store would have anything of interest. But then again, those weren't the only ones there. They were just the ones more frequently used. He supposed something would be of use in some of the shops.
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The angel smirked faintly before he turned his gaze out across the water again. "Can't imagine what I'd want to bring back there," he murmured. Still, he might browse simply to sate his curiosity.
Fluttering his wings a few times, he resettled them against his back as he watched the sun sparkling on the waves.
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