The garden
Okay. This is just funny now. A chapter and a bloody quarter in a DAY. :D
Audrey awoke to a white, octagonal, marble ceiling, its beams sprawling from the centre to each of the eight pillars surrounding her. The sound of rain lulled her into a false sense of security before she recalled what had happened and sat upright with a sharp gasp upon the flat, stone altar where she lay in the middle of the gazebo. The first thing she noticed was a pair of bare feet beside hers.
Heart in her mouth, she shifted over to Lucifer’s side, pulling an eyelid open with her thumb on his brow; he stirred groggily and blinked, allowing her to sink back and breathe again with her hand over her heart. As she did so, a black tunic came into view, and she followed the broad, muscular frame up to meet Gabriel’s watchful, azure eyes with barefaced, unmitigated fury. He stared back, evidently nonplussed over her anger.
“How could you?” She barely managed to whisper.
“I don’t understand,” he replied quietly; “I thought this was what you wanted?” Audrey squinted at him, incredulous.
“You didn’t even warn me,” she scolded, her voice flat from her effort to keep it even.
Lucifer’s fingers touched her wrist; they were ice cold. She looked down at his pained expression and suspected he was suffering from the same throbbing headache as she.
“You didn’t know?” He mumbled, his other arm coming up to shelter his malachite eyes, despite the dullness of the light coming through the open sides of the structure.
“Of course not,” Audrey assured him, a little hurt. “What reason would I have to lure you into a trap? Stints of hostility aside - because I’m pretty sure that was actually nothing to do with me - you’ve been kind to me. You’ve protected me just as fiercely as your brothers; you listened when I needed somebody to talk to; that’s why I asked you to meet me,” she clarified, raking his white-blonde hair aside with her fingers. “I don’t see the evil in you everyone talks about. I wanted to ask you why you did it - to give you the chance you never got to explain yourself, for everyone to hear.”
“And that’s exactly what we’ve done,” Michael chimed in from her other side.
“No,” she retorted scathingly; “What you’ve done is made a difficult situation worse.” She turned back to Gabriel, her vehemence waning to an irritable, motherly reprimand: “The fact that you have the ability to bend others to your will does not mean you should use it at every given opportunity.”
She watched the understanding bleed into his sorry, blue eyes as he regarded the passionate flux of her corona, convulsing with unmatchable radiance; he knew she was right. We didn’t even try to speak to him, he realised; we just assumed he’d attack.
“I should have trusted you,” he acknowledged. Turning to Lucifer, he extended his hand to help him up. “I’m sorry,” he beseeched.
And now, to bed. :) Night, guys!
Audrey awoke to a white, octagonal, marble ceiling, its beams sprawling from the centre to each of the eight pillars surrounding her. The sound of rain lulled her into a false sense of security before she recalled what had happened and sat upright with a sharp gasp upon the flat, stone altar where she lay in the middle of the gazebo. The first thing she noticed was a pair of bare feet beside hers.
Heart in her mouth, she shifted over to Lucifer’s side, pulling an eyelid open with her thumb on his brow; he stirred groggily and blinked, allowing her to sink back and breathe again with her hand over her heart. As she did so, a black tunic came into view, and she followed the broad, muscular frame up to meet Gabriel’s watchful, azure eyes with barefaced, unmitigated fury. He stared back, evidently nonplussed over her anger.
“How could you?” She barely managed to whisper.
“I don’t understand,” he replied quietly; “I thought this was what you wanted?” Audrey squinted at him, incredulous.
“You didn’t even warn me,” she scolded, her voice flat from her effort to keep it even.
Lucifer’s fingers touched her wrist; they were ice cold. She looked down at his pained expression and suspected he was suffering from the same throbbing headache as she.
“You didn’t know?” He mumbled, his other arm coming up to shelter his malachite eyes, despite the dullness of the light coming through the open sides of the structure.
“Of course not,” Audrey assured him, a little hurt. “What reason would I have to lure you into a trap? Stints of hostility aside - because I’m pretty sure that was actually nothing to do with me - you’ve been kind to me. You’ve protected me just as fiercely as your brothers; you listened when I needed somebody to talk to; that’s why I asked you to meet me,” she clarified, raking his white-blonde hair aside with her fingers. “I don’t see the evil in you everyone talks about. I wanted to ask you why you did it - to give you the chance you never got to explain yourself, for everyone to hear.”
“And that’s exactly what we’ve done,” Michael chimed in from her other side.
“No,” she retorted scathingly; “What you’ve done is made a difficult situation worse.” She turned back to Gabriel, her vehemence waning to an irritable, motherly reprimand: “The fact that you have the ability to bend others to your will does not mean you should use it at every given opportunity.”
She watched the understanding bleed into his sorry, blue eyes as he regarded the passionate flux of her corona, convulsing with unmatchable radiance; he knew she was right. We didn’t even try to speak to him, he realised; we just assumed he’d attack.
“I should have trusted you,” he acknowledged. Turning to Lucifer, he extended his hand to help him up. “I’m sorry,” he beseeched.
And now, to bed. :) Night, guys!