[[ Accepted, *tree*of*life* -- Also, if there is anybody on the member's list that I haven't added, can you please remind me what page your form is on so I can do that? ]]
{:: F ᴀ ᴜ s ᴛ ::}- - - + - - - + - - - + - - -
Today I stood and walked away
I'm never coming back this way
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Faust eyed the half-angel with as much distaste as the demon below her, his eyes cold. "Angels are only as rational as the situation presented to them," he snarled -- which wasn't exactly true. Faust wasn't at all rational -- he was arrogant and boastful and hot-headed, even if he insisted that he was only acknowledging his own prowess (and, yes, he had said this before).
But the half-angel was right, even if Faust didn't want to admit it. He needed some kind of food (however much he believed he didn't) and he had no idea why his wounds were getting worse. Faust had only bled once and that had been an altogether unpleasant and messy experience that involved a rabid canine and a "new-to-walking-on-land", "what-the-hell-is-going-on" Faust. He definitely didn't want anything relatively close to the experience.
Brea, he thought, with some relief. At least it wasn't too embarrassing to ask a fellow angel about anything. He looked at her over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "Shall we go with them?" he asked, hiding the uncertainty in his voice with a hardened expression and look that almost genuinely said i want to know your opinion. Almost.
{:: N ᴀ ᴏ ᴍ ɪ ::}- - - + - - - + - - - + - - -
Some of us, we're hardly ever here
The rest of us, we're born to disappear
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"Is she talking to us?"
"Kill her with zombies!"
"I second that notion."
"letmegosetmefreeIshouldnothavebeenkilledgetmeout--"
"Please stop." Naomi's voice broke with another choked sob as she tore the hands from her face and scrambled away from Lilith, a familiar force building in her. She wanted, so much, to get as far away as possible from the demon but unable to look away from her Eyes. What was it that made her look? Was it that maybe she saw herself, human, happy, laughing? Or maybe it was the train-wreck that blended into her dream, hair whipping around her face, army of blank, emotionless faces behind her, bloodshed all around -- eyes black as night.
"Wow, that's your dream come true?"
"You're not exciting at all."
"Naomi... er, Jane and John... you here? I can't hurt you or do anything really, relax..."
"Who that hell is that?"
Naomi had no answer to Jane's question, and she looked around, even more frightened, if that was possible. She'd only ever had two coherent voices in her head, now there was a third? No, no, no, thought Naomi, tears building behind her eyes again, I don't want to be more than I already am...
"Hey, we have an audience. Hush." Naomi still had no idea what was going on, but she obeyed, shutting down her thoughts. It was something she was good at, at least -- something she'd practiced for years. Whatever this new voice was, she didn't want it... probing.