Rebel souls, deserters we are called [Chose a gun and threw away the sun]
012. Patience
There's something to be said for the color blue, she thinks, laughing to herself as she saunters down the never-ending staircase. Her fingers trail delicately along the gleaming banister and she can feel the weight of the stares on her skin like a warm blanket. She is one half of their reason for being and she commands equal parts respect and hatred. She revels in it.
The deep blue fabric of her dress rustles as she pulls up the hem, taking the last step with a smile as the skirt falls gently around her, brushing the floor with a whisper. She's barefoot and she can see a smile in Michael's eyes as she enters the room, tiptoeing around newly born Blue Bloods who know nothing of themselves or her, and regal Blue Bloods who used to be young once, but are now in charge of the last of Lucifer's angels.
She can feel the hint of recognizance from some, fear from most and disdain from them all. She is not a Blue Blood -- ultimately, she's a Red Blood and she's not allowed at the Four Hundred Ball. Heads swivel and eyes search for Charles Force, but the search is in vain because she's walking towards him as they murmur and whisper behind their hands.
If they've expected him to demand she leave, they're solely disappointed when he takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor, his strong arm circling her tiny waist as her hand flutters onto his shoulder.
"You shouldn't be here," he tells her, bending low to whisper in her ear.
She smiles up at him and squeezes their joined hands lightly. "I know. My invitation was lost in the mail. It was Hell trying to get here."
He laughs softly, the sound muted and muffled like he's holding a hand to his mouth but his hands are on her and his cheek is pressed against the soft white blonde glow of her hair. Vampires glow with their Illuminata, Lilith glows with power. A power only one of them can contest.
It's lovely having all eyes on her for the moment and she smiles with a giddy sort of happiness when he releases her waist and spins her away from him. When she's at arm's length, held together with fingertips and light, he smiles at her again and she hears the whispering increase, nearly drowning out the sound of another's approach.
"Hello, love," she purrs as he drops down in a wicked little bow, flicking his coat tails with one hand before taking hers. One hand is held by Michael while the other is held by Abbadon and she kisses Michael gently before letting go of his hand in favor of destruction. No one had ever been able to recall why their Pure of Heart had taken their downfall as his first familiar, but they hadn't been surprised when Abbadon had as well.
Her lips curve up into a smirk many would fear but he only smiles at. "It's been too long, Lilith," he tells her, abandoning propriety as his hand snakes to the small of her back, pressing her closer. She can practically feel the daggers Azrael is glaring at her. It's a god damned family reunion.
"You're prettier this time," she says, shrugging one pale shoulder and letting her hair cascade over it like a molten gold waterfall. His hand reaches up to twirl a lock around his fingers and she feels the way his mind slips into a memory, the way his fingers press into her back as the memory unfolds before his eyes. "We had some good times, didn't we?"
He's still lost in thought as she disentangles herself from his embrace, letting his twin quickly take her place. She's not here for him after all; she's here for Michael, and more importantly, the newest Blue Bloods.
She steps lightly across the cool marble floor to the girl with the hair so dark it almost shines blue. The red dress stands out against the fine blue of Lilith's dress and when she crouches down the skirt billowing around her she smiles. "Clever color choice."
The girl doesn't say anything and Lilith smiles wider, placing warm fingers against her frail shoulder. "Don't be who they want you to be, Angel, you have a destiny. They have a damnation."
She stands up with a rustle and nearly skips to the staircase. Halfway up she turns and looks back at Michael. The teenagers there insist she winked, but Jack Force always corrects them. Lilith doesn't wink, she shines. None of the younger Blue Bloods remember, but the older ones know.
Lilith was there at the beginning; she'll be there at the end.
There's something to be said for the color blue, she thinks, laughing to herself as she saunters down the never-ending staircase. Her fingers trail delicately along the gleaming banister and she can feel the weight of the stares on her skin like a warm blanket. She is one half of their reason for being and she commands equal parts respect and hatred. She revels in it.
The deep blue fabric of her dress rustles as she pulls up the hem, taking the last step with a smile as the skirt falls gently around her, brushing the floor with a whisper. She's barefoot and she can see a smile in Michael's eyes as she enters the room, tiptoeing around newly born Blue Bloods who know nothing of themselves or her, and regal Blue Bloods who used to be young once, but are now in charge of the last of Lucifer's angels.
She can feel the hint of recognizance from some, fear from most and disdain from them all. She is not a Blue Blood -- ultimately, she's a Red Blood and she's not allowed at the Four Hundred Ball. Heads swivel and eyes search for Charles Force, but the search is in vain because she's walking towards him as they murmur and whisper behind their hands.
If they've expected him to demand she leave, they're solely disappointed when he takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor, his strong arm circling her tiny waist as her hand flutters onto his shoulder.
"You shouldn't be here," he tells her, bending low to whisper in her ear.
She smiles up at him and squeezes their joined hands lightly. "I know. My invitation was lost in the mail. It was Hell trying to get here."
He laughs softly, the sound muted and muffled like he's holding a hand to his mouth but his hands are on her and his cheek is pressed against the soft white blonde glow of her hair. Vampires glow with their Illuminata, Lilith glows with power. A power only one of them can contest.
It's lovely having all eyes on her for the moment and she smiles with a giddy sort of happiness when he releases her waist and spins her away from him. When she's at arm's length, held together with fingertips and light, he smiles at her again and she hears the whispering increase, nearly drowning out the sound of another's approach.
"Hello, love," she purrs as he drops down in a wicked little bow, flicking his coat tails with one hand before taking hers. One hand is held by Michael while the other is held by Abbadon and she kisses Michael gently before letting go of his hand in favor of destruction. No one had ever been able to recall why their Pure of Heart had taken their downfall as his first familiar, but they hadn't been surprised when Abbadon had as well.
Her lips curve up into a smirk many would fear but he only smiles at. "It's been too long, Lilith," he tells her, abandoning propriety as his hand snakes to the small of her back, pressing her closer. She can practically feel the daggers Azrael is glaring at her. It's a god damned family reunion.
"You're prettier this time," she says, shrugging one pale shoulder and letting her hair cascade over it like a molten gold waterfall. His hand reaches up to twirl a lock around his fingers and she feels the way his mind slips into a memory, the way his fingers press into her back as the memory unfolds before his eyes. "We had some good times, didn't we?"
He's still lost in thought as she disentangles herself from his embrace, letting his twin quickly take her place. She's not here for him after all; she's here for Michael, and more importantly, the newest Blue Bloods.
She steps lightly across the cool marble floor to the girl with the hair so dark it almost shines blue. The red dress stands out against the fine blue of Lilith's dress and when she crouches down the skirt billowing around her she smiles. "Clever color choice."
The girl doesn't say anything and Lilith smiles wider, placing warm fingers against her frail shoulder. "Don't be who they want you to be, Angel, you have a destiny. They have a damnation."
She stands up with a rustle and nearly skips to the staircase. Halfway up she turns and looks back at Michael. The teenagers there insist she winked, but Jack Force always corrects them. Lilith doesn't wink, she shines. None of the younger Blue Bloods remember, but the older ones know.
Lilith was there at the beginning; she'll be there at the end.