i am a demon, call in my defense
Characters: Fallen (sauntersthrough), Cle (unwinding_key), East (tartancakes).
Date/Time: January 12, late afternoon.
Location: The house of drama, Section 3.
Rating: Probably no higher than PG-13.
Summary: All about Eden, storytime style. Angst quite likely, religious discussion inevitable.
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There was a bowl of apples on the living room table, there to be marvelled at and eaten with reverence; Fallen had seen, in the past, how East had shied away from them, even though the man himself had seemed confused as to why he disliked them so much. Once Cle had slipped him some, mischievously, cut up into little, unidentifiable pieces, and the look of innocent happiness on East's face as he ate was, quite possibly, the most disturbing thing Fallen had ever seen.
He picked one up with a sigh and tossed it in the air, catching it in his other hand, letting out an experimental hiss. It was heavier than he expected, and he balanced it on the tips of his fingers curiously, before dangling it by its stem. He could smell it, and the shine on its surface was distracting; he frowned, though, and dropped it into his other hand, closing his fingers around it tightly.
Turning, he blinked into the darkness of the kitchen, where East was sitting with Cle, speaking every so often in an undertone, though they stopped and looked at him cautiously when they saw him looking.
"Cle," he said, his voice raw; he cleared his throat and nodded once, sharply, before trying again. "Cle, I think we should talk." He looked straight at East then. "All of us. About last night."
Date/Time: January 12, late afternoon.
Location: The house of drama, Section 3.
Rating: Probably no higher than PG-13.
Summary: All about Eden, storytime style. Angst quite likely, religious discussion inevitable.
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There was a bowl of apples on the living room table, there to be marvelled at and eaten with reverence; Fallen had seen, in the past, how East had shied away from them, even though the man himself had seemed confused as to why he disliked them so much. Once Cle had slipped him some, mischievously, cut up into little, unidentifiable pieces, and the look of innocent happiness on East's face as he ate was, quite possibly, the most disturbing thing Fallen had ever seen.
He picked one up with a sigh and tossed it in the air, catching it in his other hand, letting out an experimental hiss. It was heavier than he expected, and he balanced it on the tips of his fingers curiously, before dangling it by its stem. He could smell it, and the shine on its surface was distracting; he frowned, though, and dropped it into his other hand, closing his fingers around it tightly.
Turning, he blinked into the darkness of the kitchen, where East was sitting with Cle, speaking every so often in an undertone, though they stopped and looked at him cautiously when they saw him looking.
"Cle," he said, his voice raw; he cleared his throat and nodded once, sharply, before trying again. "Cle, I think we should talk." He looked straight at East then. "All of us. About last night."