Juliet broke the contact, her cheeks flushing with heat and warmth. She laughed, or more like choked, as she stood and stretched. "You- You sleep well… I've got to get up early… so I should probably get some sleep… after such an exciting day…" Juliet rambled, taking a few steps backwards before stumbling a bit.
Zackary rose after her and steadied her with a hand on the shoulder. “Easy, there. Get some rest. Don’t wake Qhuinn in the morning, he’ll be okay with me. Just bring him in here in case I’m still asleep.”
Or he could wake up and surprise her with breakfast…
She steadied. "Yeah, yeah uh- thanks." She took a step back. "I'll do that…" She took another before turning to head into her room. "Goodnight…" She closed the door.
Zackary smiled and curled his hands together. He was definitely making her breakfast the next morning.
“Good night.”
Juliet changed into pajamas, smiling to herself. So much had happened in one day… She could hardly take it all in. But, before she went to bed, she found herself checking in the mirror, craning her neck to see that mark. It was all real… She thought as she traced the tattoo with her finger. "It's all real…" she thought as she crawled into bed and slept.
Zackary sat on the bed but didn’t lay down. He unbuttoned the sleeve that was covering his arm and carefully pulled it up. The stab wound he made in himself was scabbed over already. He traced a finger over it slowly, his body twitching in rebellion of the pain. He ignored it and rested his finger over one of the stabs. It was the largest, first one. It hurt the most.
Sariel's eyes had since directed themselves back down to Avilasa's hand, which she pulled away from the demon once they had arrived near the restaurant. Does she not trust me? Sariel wondered, following silently alongside Avilasa. Maybe she's bothered by what I am. The blonde thought, only somewhat bothered by this. She doesn't seem to be thinking of it anyway, so you shouldn't either. Sariel told herself, giving a quiet hum of agreement as to what Avilasa had said.
(Don't worry about it, I can understand internet troubles or just being busy.)Avi opened the door and stood back, letting Sariel pass through first. "This place makes the best chinese in my opinion." She looked at the street and saw something that made her quickly draw up the hood of her sweater. "Let's get inside. Quickly."
Sariel passed through the door and scanned over the interior of the restaurant. "Seems nice," she said, looking back at Avilasa. "If there is something bothering you, you need to tell me. I will take care of it, that's why I'm here."
Com shrugged. "I actually have no clue what I'm supposed to do, but I'm Cameron Corspe. You can call me Cam." He said, holding a hand out to Ryan. "You want some chocolate though?" He asks.
(Shoot, I thought I responded to this, sorry)
Ryan ignored the hand, laying back on his bed, “Unless it’s dosed with pot or something I don’t want anything you have.”
Erik gritted his teeth, “Ryan, you said you were done with that kind of stuff.” This was already turning out hopelessly, Erik was surprised he even expecting anything more.
"I dunno, my friend Brandi gave it to me… so it could be anything. Guess you just have to try it to see." Cam says with a small smile, Brandi was a local gang leader and one of the sweetest and deadliest people he knew.
Juliet's sleep had been fitful and torturous. Every hour or so she awoke to gasping breaths and sweat drenched sheets, desperate to grasp exactly where she was. Soon after a few episodes, she settled for not sleeping at all. She'd crawled out of bed, pulling her blanket along as well, and settled beside Qhuinn's crib. She watched him, peaceful and undisturbed.
Soon Zackary’s wings had unfurled from his back and nudged his arms apart. They wrapped around him, squeezing him into a gentle hug. He sighed and crooned softly to them. They loosened their hold on him slightly and he shook his head. His wings acted so strange sometimes. They thought he was sad. Depressed. What have you. He wasn’t. Sure he got lonely at times, but… he couldn’t help that much.
"I dunno, my friend Brandi gave it to me… so it could be anything. Guess you just have to try it to see." Cam says with a small smile, Brandi was a local gang leader and one of the sweetest and deadliest people he knew.
“Brandi?” Ryan perked up slightly, making Erik frown even more.
“No, no, no. No more drugs, no more smoking. Next thing you know you’ll have lung cancer and-“
“Erik,” Ryan interrupted him, giving him that look -gosh that darn look- that meant terrible things. A look that meant he didn’t plan on getting lung cancer, he didn’t plan on living that long. Ryan wanted to die. Again. Erik averted his gaze, staring at the floor in attempt to keep his emotions at bay. No, no, no, no, no- This never ended good.
"Yup Brandi… They gave me a bucket of chocolates." Cam said, noticing the suicidal look in his eyes. He knew that look, he had worn it multiple times before. Many, many, many times.
“Oh,” Erik mumbled, Ryan staying quiet this time. The tension between them could’ve been sliced in half with a knife. Erik chewed his lip, giving Cam a desperate look. Help.
Watching her baby boy, Juliet's fingers danced along the bars of the crib. What would she give to see this little boy, peaceful and happy for the rest of his life? If Zackary had asked for her soul, would she have given it to him?
Juliet reached through the bars with a small hand and ran her hand down his hair, those black curls swaying in response. She knew her answer.
Yes, she would have…
Zackary spoke in a hushed voice to his wings. The language he spoke in was hissed and nasty-sounding, it did wonders to his already deep and hissy voice. He spoke in his town’s Demon language. It was widely known, but Demon had it’s own forms, especially in little towns such as that Zackary grew up in. His wings didn’t seem to like what he said to them, because they coiled around him again, and he heaved in pain, losing his breath. He crooned to them desperately, but they didn’t loosen their grip.
(Me: Boots Lillian back into the story
Lillian: What the-?!
Me: BE SOCIABLE)
Lillian wandered the streets, dragging her dagger along the walls of buildings, whistling lightly. With her blood-soaked outfit and cheery expression, she was more than sure that she looked absolutely insane. And while, yes, she was crazy, she only killed for business. She worked as a private assassin. It was a messy job but it paid well, she didn't mind capturing a few souls in her dagger for a little bit of extra cash.
Juliet's thoughts came to a halt as she picked up on the commotion in Zackary's room. She heard the hissing, and the subtle whoosh of the sound of wings. She stood slowly. "Zack?" She called tentatively. She crept to her door and opened it slowly. "Zackary are you alright?"
There weren't many people walking around outside at this time of night but the ones that were looked at her, terrified. She simply smiled and waved, acting like she wasn't covered in blood. She listened to the screams of terror around her and giggled. "Ah, humans are so entertaining to mess with."
Zackary squeaked like a guinea pig who was stressed and nodded. His wings losened slightly but still constricted his chest from heaving in air. He felt breathless and afraid, emotions his wings regularly applied to him. He had to remember the pain he put them through. He had to have the painful memories flowing through his mind of people crushing him under them…
(When Zackary is done doing…whatever he's doing…can someone find Lillian? I don't want her to just wander the streets all night.)
She watched her dagger shimmer in the moonlight, looking at her reflection in the blade. Blood had splattered up her face, leaving red blotches on her chin and cheeks. With the wild, crazy look in her eyes, she looked like a psycho. No wonder people were running away screaming.
(Whatever he’s doing rolls eyes
More than one thing can happen, bro bro
Let me characterize my favorite Demon boi)
Juliet stepped into the room, taking in the sight of those humongous wings in all of their glory. She gasped. They coiled over Zackary and she heard his squeaked. She approached him warily. It looked like he was hardly breathing. "Zack?" She reached out a hand to touch him, her heart hammering in her chest with worry and fear.
(Well I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening and Zach and Juliet are the only other active characters right now.)
Zackary squeaked again, and gasped. He wasn’t paying much attention to his less-than-usual air intake, but the memories of past contracts. They prickled on his wrist and bit at him. His wings slowly released away from him and he quickly caught his breath, coughing hoarsely, bending his front-half over his huge wings.
(Bump for Lai if she’s still on)
(I don't think she is. But I am! Of course I am.)
(Hmm do we have a free human? I might be able to nab one of my friends to get you a human if you want. Of course it’s up to Koffee Owl too.)
(I don't know if we do. But please, I need someone to interact with my favorite psychopath before I turn into one myself.)
(Aggrgrgrr I really wish I could help out but I can’t take Zackary from this scene randomly. It’s a good chance for fluff. I’m sorrrryyyy!)
