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 Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:40 pm
Hilaire sat on the floor against the wall. This would be fun. "I guess I can tell you my age then. I am nineteen. My birthday is a ways away."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:50 pm
As Hil moved to sit on the floor Rory moved to lay in the tub, shocking himself at how deep it was and the fact that he had to sit up in order to look over the sides. Oh, the wonders of this,
"I currently work two jobs - at my family's bakery and as a groundskeeper at the local cemetery. I just got back from that job and came straight here, s'the reason why I smell like dirt and sweat. Not always a good combo, yeah?"
He did lean back though despite how deep it was and the tile in the bathroom made his voice echo about. He loved the acoustics of such places.
"You said you haven't been in school for a while, right? Do you just stay at home or is there something you go out and do?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 10:14 pm
"I used to be a waitress at a diner. Then my parents died and I got all this." She stroked the floor with her hands. "Now all I do is a whole lot of nothing. The only reason I worked was for money. And that problem definitely got solved."
Hilaire stood, took off her hoodie and tossed it out the door. She then crawled into the tub on the opposite end and sat. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. She gave Rory a smile.
Lucifer hadn't hear any doors shut, or any noise from the kitchen. He grabbed his empty plate and took it down to the kitchen so he had an excuse to be there. When he reached the room it was empty. "Where did they go..."
He left his plate on a counter and went back up the stairs. He heard the echo of Hilaire's voice, and it wasn't coming from her room. He walked briskly to the only room that had an open door. The maids kept the doors shut, so it was obvious where they were. Luci peered through the door, but saw no one. However, he did see the hoodie Hilaire was wearing on the floor outside another open door.
And there they were. Clothed, but in the tub together. His jealousy and rage had hit a high point. He walked to hte side of the tub and grabbed Hilaire's arm, pulling her up so she was standing. "What are you doing?!"
"Sitting here with my friend! What does it look like!?" Hilaire was flabbergasted that he was acting this way. That he grabbed her the way he did. He was not her boss nor her parent.
"Looks like a lot more to me!" Lucifer gritted his teeth. He had become so emotional his illusion faded, and he was revealed. He didn't care. Perhaps it would scare off this Rory.
"And so what if it is? I'm not dating you, and I don't need your permission for anything." She tried tugging her arm away from him. "Let go."
"No! Not until you come to your senses!"
"Let go." She stepped out of the tub and as her foot hit the floor a green aura covered her body. She looked at Lucifer with such a great intensity that it could have shattered the mirror had it been her target. "Don't make me do this Lucifer."
He wanted to let go, but he couldn't. He couldn't show weakness in front of a mortal.
"Lucifer, I Invidia order you to let go and leave this room. You are not to come near me until I come to you." Her voice was stern and clear.
Lucifer said nothing. The look on his face was that of pain and surprise. He let go of her arm, looked at Rory once more and left. He returned to his room and sat in the darkness, thinking of what he had done.
The aura subsided and Hilaire fell to the floor. Tears began to roll down her face, for she feared Rory would leave screaming. "I'm sorry...I-I didn't want you to know...I didn't want you to see what he is...what I am...you must think I'm a monster..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 10:30 pm
He was pretty sure his heart stopped somewhere along the way of all of these events, his mind stopping once Hilaire climbed into the tub to talk with him and starting up once again once she started to cry on the floor near him. His mind must have stopped too as it roared into action against the sides of his skull, the insides of his ears now being deafened thanks to the massive amounts of pounding he felt.
The sobs from Hilaire were joined by a rather acrid smell of ammonia, one that caused Rory to turn his gaze down towards the seat of his pants and the floor the tub. A small stream of yellow was running towards the drain, which he was setting on, and slowly the man's body started to tremble as everything clicked into place.
The events that had transpired had scared him beyond thinking, so much his body reacted without him knowing. Rory...had been terrified, but not of either person. He was not scared of the man who came and demanded things of the girl, and her certainly was not frightened of the child who sobbed on the floor near him.
"I..."
His voice cracked, so weak from being trapped within him for just that short time. He found it frustrating, embarrassing, shaming. A man at his age acting the way he was over something like that - something that was beyond his control anyway and deep down he probably had a hunch this offer was too good to be without a hitch.
"You're not a monster. Him I'm not so sure of because I don't know many living humanoids with wings other than angels and demons, but you....you're no monster."
He tried to sound reassuring, but it was hard to do when he wouldn't really move from his spot in the tub. It was more or less because of the fact he'd wet himself now, but Rory was trying to do what he could. He didn't like seeing girls cry.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 10:38 pm
Hilaire stayed where she was, so still she could have been mistaken as a statue if she wasn't crying. "I suppose...I should explain..." She spoke in between sobs.
"His parents weren't cruel. In fact I don't think he has a mother..." She sniffled. "He is THE Lucifer...and I brought him here...and I...I'm..."
She couldn't say it. She wanted to, she needed to...but it was as if her mouth wouldn't open. She was scared. Terrified that he might hate her. "And I am the Sin...Envy...I rank higher than him, that's why he had to listen. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 10:52 pm
"The Lucifer? As in the beautiful angel that was cast down from Heaven after starting a civil war?"
Well, that explained something. The only winged things after all were demons or angels, and he was going to be living in a house with the Prince of Hell. Oh, and apparently an incarnation of a Sin. Envy, to boot.
. . . no way in any type of hell, right?
". . . I just hope that I'm full dressed in whatever ditch I am currently laying face down in, because this dream keeps getting weirder and weirder. Though I must admit I don't usually wet myself in my dreams unless I've had a wee bit too much to drink."
Rory leaned back enough that his head struck against the rim of the tub, causing him to wince and finally accept that he wasn't dreaming. He'd just encountered two things his mother had scared into him since he was a child, one of which was a young girl who reminded him so much of Shelly it was almost painful. She even cried like his younger sister - the whole weeping statue type.
" . . . You know what, I think a hot shower will do us both good. Me to try and sober this whole situation and you to calm your nerves."
The shower was hooked to the tub, like Rory thought, and he learned forward to turn the knob on. Right away icy water poured from the spout and slowly turned warm as he adjusted the knobs, and when it was the right temperature he finally flipped the lever that sent a jet stream down onto his clothed frame. His shirt quickly became soaked and stuck to his frame, his hair gathering moisture in little bead lets as it tried to actually absorb things here and there.
"You come in too. If he comes back even though you said no then we'll just have to make him join in too. Showers are a cure for all that ails you."
With that in mind Rory stood up and reached over the side, gently pulling Hilaire to her feet. She was much lighter than he though she would be, and with a little coaxing he managed to get her back into the tub and under the cleaning rain of the shower. As he stood in front of her, facing Hilaire, Rory could only give a gentle smile and pick up a mass of wet hair from in front of her face, showing off eyes that were probably red from crying.
"There, see? It'll cure what ails."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 11:07 pm
The warm water washed over her and relaxed her muscles. It was soothing just as Rory had said. It helped clear her head. She opened her eyes to see him standing there just as soaked as she had become. He was good looking when he was dirty, but when he was clean he was perfect. To her anyway. She couldn't help but stand on her tip toes and kiss him.
When she pulled away and realized what she had done, she covered her mouth quickly with her hands. "I'm so sorry! I-I-I"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 11:19 pm
"Hey now, I thought you said you were Envy and not Lust. Did you get your sins mixed up somewhere?"
There was the usual tone of joking in Rory's voice that came back through the water, and he rubbed the top of Hilaire's head with his water soaked him. Being kissed by her hadn't phased him, hadn't made his heart jump, but it did make him feel something for her.
It just wasn't a feeling he was sure of yet - they had just met after all.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 12:19 am
"I'm sorry." She hopped out of the tub and began to run away, only to trip on the tiled floor. Hilaire began to mumble to herself. "Damn it, how could I be so stupid...I don't even know him. He could never like me anyway..."
She stood, turned her head slightly towards him, and walked into the bedroom. She placed her head in her hands and began to shake it lightly back and forth.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:13 pm
Rory was soaked to the bone and dripping wet when he finally turned the water off, taking a few shaky steps out of the tub. He wrung his hair out with his left hand before doing the same to his shirt (over the tub, naturally) and with a few soggy steps he made his way back into the room he'd be occupying.
He gave a sidelong glance to Hilaire as he passed her, a smile still on his face and a bit of a blush still on his cheeks. He didn't know what to say to her that wouldn't make her feel worse then she probably already did so he stayed quiet and simply made he was back down the stairs. It was slow going as he had no idea where to turn, but he made his way back to the kitchen.
He had to put the bread into the oven, it was probably time now, and he grinned to himself as he walked over. Rory wasn't the type of guy to dwell so much on things, they only gave him stress and bad dreams.
"I hope the kiddo's okay . . ."
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:27 pm
Hilaire's eyes followed him until he left the room. Perhaps she should change into some warmer, drier clothes. She walked to her room and riffled through her wardrobe, pulling out a sweater and a pair of sweat pants. She put her hair into a ponytail and decided it'd be best if she found something dry for Rory as well.
There were some clothes she had gotten Lucifer so he could blend in, but he hadn't touched them. Hilaire came to the conclusion that they might as well get used instead of just collecting dust. She took the clothes in her arms and headed to the only place he could have gone.
Sure enough, there Rory stood by one of the ovens. "I-I brought you some dry clothes. They should fit."
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 8:58 pm
"Don't tell me you're a mind reader now too? I was just about to go back up there and ask if you had any clothes I could borrow."
Rory turned at the sound of Hilaire coming into the kitchen, and he took the clothes from her hands with a word of thinks. He couldn't help but blush though as their fingertips touched as the clothing was passed over and for a moment his cheeks burned as red as his hair. It soon died down and he was able to continue with his thoughts, which mostly consisted of how he knew these clothes probably belonged to a certain demon that resided not far from his own room.
"I guess I'm lucky then that he and I are the same height? I think he's probably more broad in the chest and shoulders though, but I never look a gift horse in the mouth."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 5:57 pm
"Yeah, pretty lucky...and don't worry about them. He's never worn them, nor cared for them." She sat on the stool she was using before and rested her head on her hands. She felt strange that he wasn't reacting, it made her want to squirm in her seat. Hilaire couldn't decide if she regretted it or not. In all truth it was her first kiss, and she liked it. She wanted more. She liked the warm tingly feeling inside. The feeling that all was right for that moment.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 6:49 pm
Rory nodded and slowly lifted his shirt up and over his shoulders, showing off his body that had been toned from a year's worth of digging and hauling each night. It wasn't the baker's body that his siblings made fun of, and for a moment he rotated his shoulders to try and loosen them up.
"I'll have to tell him thanks for them sometime, when I feel like he probably wouldn't rip my tongue out of my mouth or kill me in some other way."
He pulled the shirt on over his bare skin after another pop of his neck and shoulder, noticing that indeed Lucifer was more broad in the chest and shoulders than he was. Not that it was a bad thing, since Rory liked his body the way it was.
"I'll go and change my pants in a second if you'll watch the oven for me."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 7:00 pm
Hilaire's eyes were opened wide, and she almost began to drool. Such a cruel world she lived in. She wanted to run her fingers down his chest and...
She shook her head and collected her thoughts. Hil tried to will herself to answer, but she was afraid all that would come out was babbling. She gulped and took a deep breath. "Yeah, sure I can watch the oven...I won't let it burn down the house. That'd be slightly anti-productive."
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