Fifth Psalm [accidental video]
[The Forge clicks on, slightly at an angle. Raphael is shirtless, wings spread out, lying on the couch. Lia is wearing a sleeveless chemise and corset. Her legs, bare save the knee-high stockings, are twisted awkwardly in the chair she's seated in. Though effort has been made in the hair and cosmetics department, Lia looks pale and a little ill. Raphael is flushed to rival that, but both of them look tired.]
"One more."
"No."
"I will groom your wings if you allow me to try."
"How long?"
"Five minutes."
"Ten. This is torture. Torture won't come cheap."
"...agreed."
[She shuts her eyes. Arms that were crossed beneath her breasts lift, hands tracing the line of the rosary about her neck. As she speaks, words appear on her flesh as though tattooed there. They flow over her chest, over her hands and arms, down the floor and onto Raphael, crawling on his skin like roaches.]
"When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches. Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me. "
[Her voice is hoarse and it gets softer with each word, no matter the power behind it. The words glow and burn and Lia bites her lip, tipping her head back against the sensation of it. Suddenly, Raphael shouts. Lia jerks, the words flying back into her skin. Raphael seems like he might follow, foot connecting with the Forge and sending it clattering to the floor, ending the feed.]
"One more."
"No."
"I will groom your wings if you allow me to try."
"How long?"
"Five minutes."
"Ten. This is torture. Torture won't come cheap."
"...agreed."
[She shuts her eyes. Arms that were crossed beneath her breasts lift, hands tracing the line of the rosary about her neck. As she speaks, words appear on her flesh as though tattooed there. They flow over her chest, over her hands and arms, down the floor and onto Raphael, crawling on his skin like roaches.]
"When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches. Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me. "
[Her voice is hoarse and it gets softer with each word, no matter the power behind it. The words glow and burn and Lia bites her lip, tipping her head back against the sensation of it. Suddenly, Raphael shouts. Lia jerks, the words flying back into her skin. Raphael seems like he might follow, foot connecting with the Forge and sending it clattering to the floor, ending the feed.]