08-27-2012, 05:41 PM
Lot of pp in here :3 i hope its okay, just wanted to move it along a bit.
They both appeared smaller and more fragile at her mention of their shared sire, this was Lucifer's legacy, a destroyed and broken family that feared and hated him but then Lucifer would probably get off on that. He took her hand and squeezed and she was glad for his comfort smiling weakly. She nodded uncertainly at his suggestion, she never wanted her children to hear the story she was about to tell her brother, a tale of death, abuse and imprisonment that would make the most hardened of warriors weep with horror for her.
She was silent as they moved further into his pack, thinking about how their conversation to be would go. They met up with Aunt Rosie as Taliesin called her, Gemma fell in love with the kindly old lady immediately and had only the slightest of anxiety about leaving them, mainly at leaving them at all. As they walked to his house they made idle conversation about nothing in particular, still holding hands, neither seemed to want to let go of the other. Gemma was scared if she did he might float away and leave her alone again, as silly as the thought was.
They arrived at his house and he invited her in politely, she smiled suddenly shy of being alone with him and ducked in past him to stand awkwardly in his kitchen. How did they even start such a conversation?
They both appeared smaller and more fragile at her mention of their shared sire, this was Lucifer's legacy, a destroyed and broken family that feared and hated him but then Lucifer would probably get off on that. He took her hand and squeezed and she was glad for his comfort smiling weakly. She nodded uncertainly at his suggestion, she never wanted her children to hear the story she was about to tell her brother, a tale of death, abuse and imprisonment that would make the most hardened of warriors weep with horror for her.
She was silent as they moved further into his pack, thinking about how their conversation to be would go. They met up with Aunt Rosie as Taliesin called her, Gemma fell in love with the kindly old lady immediately and had only the slightest of anxiety about leaving them, mainly at leaving them at all. As they walked to his house they made idle conversation about nothing in particular, still holding hands, neither seemed to want to let go of the other. Gemma was scared if she did he might float away and leave her alone again, as silly as the thought was.
They arrived at his house and he invited her in politely, she smiled suddenly shy of being alone with him and ducked in past him to stand awkwardly in his kitchen. How did they even start such a conversation?