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lucifer's tears - lilith

{ first dream | accidental video }

[Lilith can be seen, feeling her way forward along the outer wall of a building, one step at a time – hesitantly, bare foot hovering above the ground for a moment before making contact. The right one first, her left foot repeating the process. The progress slow as a result, but there is a certain grace to it that can’t be denied.]

Is this... the land beyond death? Is this Heaven? There are so many strange scents here... sounds...

[She comes to a faltering halt. Her voice the backdrop of the network device’s recording of the City in part and herself in whole. When she finally continues speaking, her conclusion is soft. The harshness of its implications already too familiar to her. To be truly frightening.]

But the darkness, it has not withdrawn. Then, is this Hell? Because he said... Hell is eternal darkness.

[She remains standing in that one place – looking cold and vulnerable in her white, cotton nightgown. Seemingly wary to move. After a few more minutes, the recording times out and cuts off.]

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If it's any comfort to you, madam, no, wretched as this place can be sometimes, it isn't Hell.

[She freezes at the sound of his voice, since she has heard no one approaching. Reaching out one hand blindly in front of herself, she feels for the physical contact of this other individual who has spoken.]

... Who?

[Cain can read these signs well enough. This is no mere confusion over the Network and the devices that access it.]

Can you hear me? I'm not speaking to you in person, I'm afraid. And I do apologise for that.

My name is Cain Hargreaves, one of the residents in this city.

Yes. I hear you. Your voice... [Her hand falls to her side. Her expression taking on an air of wonder as she moves her head from one side to the other, much as if looking, although she sees nothing.] It is fainter. Are the sounds of the city... swallowing it up?

Perhaps...that's it, yes. Can you still hear me?

You must know, I'm not so nearby to you, though my voice is being carried to you.

How... is something like that possible?

It is by the art and science of the City, the place you now find yourself. Some would claim it to be magic, but I doubt it to be that.

A place... that reigns on its own. Why would I... of all people... be chosen? Someone like me...

What do you mean? Are you truly so surprised by the whims of the City?

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onlydancing - 2013-12-22 17:51 (UTC) - Expand

[He'd been flying around the city and saw the woman with her hesitant walk. He circled above her, seeing how she looked. It had taken him a long time to learn to just go with what the world threw at him and it had come in somewhat handy in this place.

But she seemed... somehow so much more vulnerable than he would expect a human to be. He dropped down, keeping his wings flapping so he was more or less hovering. He expected something of an instant reaction to the flying cat thing, since it was a rarity even in his world, but her eyes seemed unfocused. Hopefully the sound of his wings and his 8-year-old-girl voice wouldn't scare her.]

Do you need help...?

[She was so used to the beggar children roaming Pecq's streets that it was less the sound of the little girl's voice as the sound of flapping wings that made her react with initial confusion. Turning her head in the general direction of the speaking person, she stepped forward one step and another... With an air of desperation to every unstable metre crossed. They might not possess the light that she had felt from that person whom she'd met before her death, but this child was no ordinary child - she was certain of it.]

An angel?

Me? [He laughs, not unkindly.] I'm Nall, one of the four guardians of the Goddess Althena and the people of Silver Star, which is where I'm from, but I'm no angel.

[She had never heard of a goddess Althena nor of a place called Silver Star, though the stars might be described as silver - so far as she recalled, from when she could still glimpse them in the night sky. Frowning, she came to a halt. Uncertainly. ]

In my dreams... Usually, I can see again.

Well, unless I'm dreaming too, I don't think you are.

[It was no angel, then. Another child of the streets, rather... Those she was familiar with, at least - even if this new, strange place was foreign to her and attacked her senses from all sides. Holding out one hand searchingly, she smiled.]

I know... I shall be a burden to you, but may I request that you lead me where I must go?

It's not a burden. I'm a Guardian. I like to help. [He flaps over to her and settles on her shoulder.] I'll sit here, okay?

Edited 2013-11-30 23:29 (UTC)

[As he settles down on her shoulder, she startles. Eyes widening slightly. What does this sensation mean? What sort of being could this possibly be? Reaching up hesitantly, she makes as if to seek him out with her fingers, to run them over his body. For confirmation.]

You are...?

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