[closed/complete]
Characters: Samael [andaclatter] & Daphne [revolutionarize]
Date/Time: Before the Blackwell family meeting.
Location: Daphne's apartment.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Summary: Sibling breakfast.
Daphne was usually awake very early, and since she did not know who she was- the last few days were pretty much as they had always been (minus the gap about zombies, the end of the world and other weird shit). Still, her brother was back and welcomed at her apartment.
Now, her apartment was clearly designed to be simple and yet hide a few guns here and there. No self-respecting hit-woman would be caught unarmed in their own home. Nor did she go unarmed anywhere. Ever. Not anymore. With age came experience, but it also slowed your body down, your reflexes and such.
No, Reza didn't plan to die any time soon. In the kitchen, barefoot, she made herself a cup of tea before heading out. Beneath the business skirt was a knife, and a small gun. Before she went out, she'd add another gun beneath her jacket. Then she'd be more or less ready.
Samael was in pretty good form. He hadn't been to bed yet but that was totally okay. He'd been having too much fun, playing Hide n Seek with his kindred and preying on Raphael and playing with Horsemen. This was the fucking life, man.
In spite of being Samael now, and more Samael than Dante, the last few days had, at least, taught him something (or reminded him of it, at least). Reza was his sister and therefore she was his. Samael liked the having; the possession that came with family. Their few visits together had been pretty pleasant, all things considered. That was why he was presenting himself at her apartment, bright and early and with breakfast bagels for good measure.
Reza headed towards the door, wondering who had felt like interrupting her very small breakfast. A sigh, then she threw the door open. Of course it was her brother. "Good morning to you, what are you doing here?" Though the words were far from friendly, Reza didn't sound annoyed, just curious.
She didn't much care what her brother did in his free time, as long as he did not get arrested. If he wanted to fuck with everyone in the community (literally or figuratively) that was his own choice.
Not that she liked to share either.
Samael grinned at Reza. "Early birds, worms, that's us, sis." He stooped down and kissed her cheek in a sort of haphazard greeting. He smiled to himself at the familiar scent of her. He had missed her and had no actual excuse for not having kept in touch with her other than the fact that it was bloody difficult to have the conversation: Yo, sis. I'm an angel. One of the good guys. Sometimes.
"You heading out or do you've time to grab a bite with your favourite brother?"
Reza scowled a little, but followed him inside, shutting the door behind him. "I've got time." As if she wouldn't give her brother time, especially in this moment. She would not deny herself his company if he was already here. There were questions that she wanted to ask, but she was not one for sentimental crap..
So she didn't.
"Want a cup of tea?" She lead the way into her kitchen.
"I'd murder one," he said, breezily, as he followed her. He liked her apartment, though it was pretty spartan. She didn't seem to be one for the fancy indulgences of life but that was cool. That was Reza. He was curious, though, that in all the time since they'd last seen each other (over seven years, fucking hell), she didn't seem to have accumulated anything; not belongings and not acquaintances.
"You busy today?" he asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "I'm looking at a job outta town, maybe next week, but I'll totally be back." It seemed important to tell her this. That he would be back. That they would be together again.
Reza didn't answer, instead she made a move to get a second cup of tea ready, she didn't bother to put more than a spoon of sugar and some milk. His reassurance that he would be back made her face harden, "Yeah, I'm sure." She slammed the cupboard a little bit harder than initially intended, then pushed the cup in his direction.
"I have a meeting for work, yes." Daphne did not believe that Samael would come back, why would he? He had not been around in seven years, they were practically strangers now. (So the nymph kept telling herself). "You going to explain the shit in the community?"
Samael looked at her for a few moments. He really had no clue how to phrase it. He didn't like to lie; one of the few 'good' attributes to which he could lay claim.
"Which shit precisely, sis?" he asked. He was absolutely buying time for himself. He took his cup and sipped it, delicately, like a proper Englishman and all the while he was watching her and how he could still read her, in spite of all the years apart. Her face was almost mask-like now. He just smiled slightly
But Daphne was not someone who enjoyed being fucked with, "Don't fuck with me, you know exactly what I mean." And while she was withdrawn from him, she was also very clearly angry that he seemed to be avoiding the topic. "The whole brother-angel-shit. If you need me to be specific."
No, she didn't believe in Gods, but she was pretty damn sure, there was something otherworldly playing around with them. Otherwise, how to explain what had happened the last few months?
Samael frowned, rather deeply. He was not practised enough as a liar to think how to get out of this with half-truths only.
"It's a bit like this, I guess. I'm an angel. One of the good guys. Sometimes." He gestured. "I mean. I was. Before. Now I'm just a guy. A pretty fucking epic guy, in truth, but yeah." He laughed, humourlessly, and set down his mug. "I'm not fucking crazy, in case you're worried. No more fucking crazy than I ever was."
"I don't think you're crazy." Reza said softly, she helped herself to a bagel, and leaned on the counter. "I'm pissed as fuck at you for leaving for so long, but crazy? No." She personally wasn't going to question what they put in everyone's water in that community. Her brother was her brother after all.
And he was one of the few people on the planet she cared for and loved. Even if she wanted to punt him half of the time.
Something in Samael softened. Like, became totally squishy. He guessed it was Dante but he and Dante were the same person so he wasn't going to knock it.
"C'mere, kid," he said quietly. He didn't really care that he'd likely get bagel on his shirt (or in his face, if she was feeling punchy). He stepped over to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Now you know that, I guess there's nothing else to confess." He squeezed her, pretty gently, really. "I'm not going anywhere. Not for long. Not again. I promise."
Reza allowed him to pull her close for a moment, "Liar." And then the bagel ended in his face. Luckily it was the bagel and not her fist. It was probably going to take her a long while to accept that he really was back and intending to stay. She had been betrayed enough in this life to leave down all defences.
Especially since she perceived him to have carried out some of the worse betrayals. Leaving her was the worst thing done. He was her brother, and instead he fucked off and left her in the company of that moronic stepbrother of theirs. A Blackwell whose name she cared not to mention right now.
Samael calmly grabbed a tea towel and wiped his face clean. He reached for her again, grasping her wrist loosely, giving her all the time in the world to pull away.
Samael was used to being the subject of distrust. His entire existence had been for the sole reason of tempting, of causing grief, of stirring up the shit and testing humanity, over and over. He was not fucking fallen, though, and no one seemed quite to believe it. His Archangel brothers loved him, perhaps, though he was as different from them as could be. His fallen brethren - well, there was no love lost there, either. Samael was used to being on his own, in terms of family, so this was relatively novel for him.
"You're stuck with me," he said, all stubborn repetition. "And I'll prove it to you. I promise, you'll believe me."
Date/Time: Before the Blackwell family meeting.
Location: Daphne's apartment.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Summary: Sibling breakfast.
Daphne was usually awake very early, and since she did not know who she was- the last few days were pretty much as they had always been (minus the gap about zombies, the end of the world and other weird shit). Still, her brother was back and welcomed at her apartment.
Now, her apartment was clearly designed to be simple and yet hide a few guns here and there. No self-respecting hit-woman would be caught unarmed in their own home. Nor did she go unarmed anywhere. Ever. Not anymore. With age came experience, but it also slowed your body down, your reflexes and such.
No, Reza didn't plan to die any time soon. In the kitchen, barefoot, she made herself a cup of tea before heading out. Beneath the business skirt was a knife, and a small gun. Before she went out, she'd add another gun beneath her jacket. Then she'd be more or less ready.
Samael was in pretty good form. He hadn't been to bed yet but that was totally okay. He'd been having too much fun, playing Hide n Seek with his kindred and preying on Raphael and playing with Horsemen. This was the fucking life, man.
In spite of being Samael now, and more Samael than Dante, the last few days had, at least, taught him something (or reminded him of it, at least). Reza was his sister and therefore she was his. Samael liked the having; the possession that came with family. Their few visits together had been pretty pleasant, all things considered. That was why he was presenting himself at her apartment, bright and early and with breakfast bagels for good measure.
Reza headed towards the door, wondering who had felt like interrupting her very small breakfast. A sigh, then she threw the door open. Of course it was her brother. "Good morning to you, what are you doing here?" Though the words were far from friendly, Reza didn't sound annoyed, just curious.
She didn't much care what her brother did in his free time, as long as he did not get arrested. If he wanted to fuck with everyone in the community (literally or figuratively) that was his own choice.
Not that she liked to share either.
Samael grinned at Reza. "Early birds, worms, that's us, sis." He stooped down and kissed her cheek in a sort of haphazard greeting. He smiled to himself at the familiar scent of her. He had missed her and had no actual excuse for not having kept in touch with her other than the fact that it was bloody difficult to have the conversation: Yo, sis. I'm an angel. One of the good guys. Sometimes.
"You heading out or do you've time to grab a bite with your favourite brother?"
Reza scowled a little, but followed him inside, shutting the door behind him. "I've got time." As if she wouldn't give her brother time, especially in this moment. She would not deny herself his company if he was already here. There were questions that she wanted to ask, but she was not one for sentimental crap..
So she didn't.
"Want a cup of tea?" She lead the way into her kitchen.
"I'd murder one," he said, breezily, as he followed her. He liked her apartment, though it was pretty spartan. She didn't seem to be one for the fancy indulgences of life but that was cool. That was Reza. He was curious, though, that in all the time since they'd last seen each other (over seven years, fucking hell), she didn't seem to have accumulated anything; not belongings and not acquaintances.
"You busy today?" he asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "I'm looking at a job outta town, maybe next week, but I'll totally be back." It seemed important to tell her this. That he would be back. That they would be together again.
Reza didn't answer, instead she made a move to get a second cup of tea ready, she didn't bother to put more than a spoon of sugar and some milk. His reassurance that he would be back made her face harden, "Yeah, I'm sure." She slammed the cupboard a little bit harder than initially intended, then pushed the cup in his direction.
"I have a meeting for work, yes." Daphne did not believe that Samael would come back, why would he? He had not been around in seven years, they were practically strangers now. (So the nymph kept telling herself). "You going to explain the shit in the community?"
Samael looked at her for a few moments. He really had no clue how to phrase it. He didn't like to lie; one of the few 'good' attributes to which he could lay claim.
"Which shit precisely, sis?" he asked. He was absolutely buying time for himself. He took his cup and sipped it, delicately, like a proper Englishman and all the while he was watching her and how he could still read her, in spite of all the years apart. Her face was almost mask-like now. He just smiled slightly
But Daphne was not someone who enjoyed being fucked with, "Don't fuck with me, you know exactly what I mean." And while she was withdrawn from him, she was also very clearly angry that he seemed to be avoiding the topic. "The whole brother-angel-shit. If you need me to be specific."
No, she didn't believe in Gods, but she was pretty damn sure, there was something otherworldly playing around with them. Otherwise, how to explain what had happened the last few months?
Samael frowned, rather deeply. He was not practised enough as a liar to think how to get out of this with half-truths only.
"It's a bit like this, I guess. I'm an angel. One of the good guys. Sometimes." He gestured. "I mean. I was. Before. Now I'm just a guy. A pretty fucking epic guy, in truth, but yeah." He laughed, humourlessly, and set down his mug. "I'm not fucking crazy, in case you're worried. No more fucking crazy than I ever was."
"I don't think you're crazy." Reza said softly, she helped herself to a bagel, and leaned on the counter. "I'm pissed as fuck at you for leaving for so long, but crazy? No." She personally wasn't going to question what they put in everyone's water in that community. Her brother was her brother after all.
And he was one of the few people on the planet she cared for and loved. Even if she wanted to punt him half of the time.
Something in Samael softened. Like, became totally squishy. He guessed it was Dante but he and Dante were the same person so he wasn't going to knock it.
"C'mere, kid," he said quietly. He didn't really care that he'd likely get bagel on his shirt (or in his face, if she was feeling punchy). He stepped over to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Now you know that, I guess there's nothing else to confess." He squeezed her, pretty gently, really. "I'm not going anywhere. Not for long. Not again. I promise."
Reza allowed him to pull her close for a moment, "Liar." And then the bagel ended in his face. Luckily it was the bagel and not her fist. It was probably going to take her a long while to accept that he really was back and intending to stay. She had been betrayed enough in this life to leave down all defences.
Especially since she perceived him to have carried out some of the worse betrayals. Leaving her was the worst thing done. He was her brother, and instead he fucked off and left her in the company of that moronic stepbrother of theirs. A Blackwell whose name she cared not to mention right now.
Samael calmly grabbed a tea towel and wiped his face clean. He reached for her again, grasping her wrist loosely, giving her all the time in the world to pull away.
Samael was used to being the subject of distrust. His entire existence had been for the sole reason of tempting, of causing grief, of stirring up the shit and testing humanity, over and over. He was not fucking fallen, though, and no one seemed quite to believe it. His Archangel brothers loved him, perhaps, though he was as different from them as could be. His fallen brethren - well, there was no love lost there, either. Samael was used to being on his own, in terms of family, so this was relatively novel for him.
"You're stuck with me," he said, all stubborn repetition. "And I'll prove it to you. I promise, you'll believe me."