Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 10:39:58 PM)
(This user has entered Serenity lost! Kinda.) (IP = 98.155.160.243)

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 10:40:17 PM)
(This user has entered Serenity lost! Kinda.) (IP = 58.166.186.130)

Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 10:42:06 PM)
Nahuel was, as he had been before, meditating in his Angelic shape, sitting lotus in front of the flames. Knees were butted up against the coals that rested therein, his brow leaned low forward. Most fireplaces wouldn't deal well with the size of the inferno therein, but this one was stone from floor to ceiling, and apparently not to Louisiana State Code. As in, dangerous as fuck and open enough for the Annunaki to dwell within the flames as he contemplated.

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 10:45:37 PM)
*Drifting down the stairs some time later, her feet bare and soundless as she walks clad in only his shirt she moves towards the meditating man. Risking the flames she places her fingertips to his back, her gentle evocative voice calling out to him, and where he journeys within the lost recesses of his mind, tugging him back to consciousness.* Ar'siuqqa, you've been sitting here for over an hour.

Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 10:49:04 PM)
The Angel didn't budge, nor respond. He didn't appear to be breathing... much. Shoulders rose and fell roughly once or twice a minute. His eyes, rather, the coals that rested in those sockets, would have been closed if they had lids. Instead, they lacked that stoked ember color they generally had. Black. His back, however, was only about 120 degrees, hot enough to be uncomfortable after a few seconds, but not nearly enough to burn. The knees of Ar'siuqqa that rested at the edge of the flame, though, had taken to glowing.

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 10:53:04 PM)
*Whether out of concern for him, or need of his presence she turns and moves towards the laundry. A bucket secured and filled she carries it over to the fire, and with a brief look of apology to the smouldering man calmly pours it out onto the flames. The sizzle of dying fire greeting her senses, the process is repeated until the last of the flames flicker and die away, subdued by the patient strength of water. The empty bucket laid down beside her she once more reaches forward to touch her fingertips to his shoulder.* Ar'siuqqa, come back to me.

Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 10:55:55 PM)
*There was a brief interlude of darkening, the knees losing that glow. The light trailed up to the embers that remained in his sockets, which sprang to life. Hunched over shoulders gradually rolled back and he cracked his neck, grunting quietly... mostly profanity. The Ebon God rose up and glanced back and forth, then to Liaphon... regaining his bearings. Eyes focused behind her, then upon her. He shook his head with a slightly irritated look.* I haven't found what I'm looking for yet, Liaphon. We need more time. Why've you roused me?

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 10:58:26 PM)
*Standing before him in mortal form wearing only his shirt, her dark hair fell over her shoulders in stark contrast to the white linen material. The endlessly blue eyes look into his, her voice beckoning as she speaks the simple truth, too exhausted by the nights revelations to embelish it.* Because I wanted you by my side. *She steps forward and towards him, one hand reaching out to touch lightly upon his.* Is that not reason enough mon chere?

Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 11:01:02 PM)
I... yes. It... it is. But... But I need to know how to deal with them. How to keep you safe. *His fingers garbed in metal lifted and caressed her cheek, the light in his sockets cooling and darkening somewhat. Losing a bit of that intensity they'd held a moment ago. He smiled, and silver fangs behind those deeper black lips showed interlocked. Even as an Angel, the Malefactor was quite disheartening. The warm hand cradled her jaw as he stared at her quietly.*

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 11:03:09 PM)
*Her eyes closing for a moment her cheek brushes against that metalic hand, her own reaching up to wrap around his wrist and maintain the contact in case he chose to pull away. Her face leaning to the side and into the caress, her eyes flutter open as she looks up to him.* Oui, but can it not wait just a little while Ar'siuqqa? I would know exactly what you do remember, we have not even had a moment to speak of it all yet.. and you know that we must.

Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 11:08:04 PM)
*He nodded, and the moment of intensity wasn't lost on the Annunaki. He slid the other arm around her waist, and pulled the Human shape into himself, hips and stomach flush to eachother firmly. Brow was once again brought to hers as he tilted his head back and forth, rubbing it gently to hers.* I remember what I've stated already. It starts being spoken to by the Bloodrinker, the Seventh Pillar. He asked where the status of the Weapons stood, and I informed him they were ready, with what I perceive as little enthusiasm on my part. I do not recall how or why I crafted them, nor if it was willingly. But none of it matters. He professed to employ them on Lucifer's chosen, and that translates to you, Amoureux.

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 11:13:10 PM)
Oui. *She smiles a little at that, moving closer to him as the transformation allows her body to accept the more natural heat that he exudes. Fingers dropping from his wrist, her arm instead slides around his neck to keep him close, her lips brushing along the side of his cheek as she uses the physicallity of the now to root him in this time and place and remove the past, even as her lips speak of it.* We always knew that we must have at some point fought against one another no? Perhaps one of the greatest mistakes any of us made was turn against our own bretheren, but we could lose ourselves in the possibilities of what could have been if we begin down upon that road.

Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 11:16:10 PM)
I mourn at length, the possibilities we strangled in the cradle. So much time spent in conflict, so much time spent at war, at eachother's throats with the wrong intention when we arrived there. *His hand trailed down her face as the burnished iron shape tilted to lean in and kiss her. Lips that didn't bow or bend with any semblance of her liquid shape, but yet maintained that deep, powerful heat she felt, as if his core were liquid metal, roiling.*

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 11:20:37 PM)
*Losing herself in the sensation of the moment her own lips part underneath his touch, seeking out the heat inside his own. Head tilted back, she looks up into his eyes as the kiss breaks, her hands contstantly moving over his arms, his neck, his back with light delicate touches that spoke of love and wanting to keep him close.* Then you shall forgive yourself my Ar'siuqqa, promise me that no matter what happens you will not carry the blame for the Hounds.

Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 11:23:22 PM)
*There were several moments of contemplation, in the mind of the Kishtar it was an eternity. He nodded slowly after, and the only semblance of emotion that showed upon his expression was drafts of steam curling from the corners of his sockets. He drew her in close, in silence, and lifted the smaller Angel's frame to himself tighter, so their shoulders rested on the same level and chins were to one anothers necks. There was a low sigh, reminiscent of a hiss as he stood quietly.

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 11:26:47 PM)
*She smiles at that resting comfortably in his arms, her head leaning upon his shoulder, her breath a soft light touch upon his neck.* Then we need no longer spend the evening in mourning oui? We can drink and make plans and speak of things both small and large, and I will refuse to leave even though you will wish me gone so that you can return to the fire.

Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 11:35:03 PM)
He nodded, carrying her across towards the stairs. The pair ascended, balance of the Kishtar appeared to be completely without flaw as he rose up and stared into her eyes. The "Master Bedroom," if it could be called that, was a locale she knew well. A desk with at least a half dozen flatscreen monitors all asleep at the moment, computer towers for hundreds of different perceived tasks idled. The bed they'd yet to make love on appeared to be made entirely of feathers, as if a duvet. Obviously something purchased in the thick of an opiate high, she'd figure. He laid the Lammasu upon it and moved to skirt in beside her, shape giving way to the Argentinian's once more... he simply laid there and basked in Violetta's beauty.

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 11:43:43 PM)
*Rolling upon her side she rested her head on his shoulder, one leg thrown over his thighs as she let the exhaustion of the evening wash over her. Eyes fluttering closed she felt the tension inherant within him, knew that at the moment the most she could do was remain close and stop him from blaming herself. Her head raising momentarily her lips brushed against his, the simple words "I love you" pouring into his ears before her eyes closed once more and she found herself drifting off to sleep. Drifting into a sleep of the past, a sleep of a time best forgotten and one that never would be.... Standing upon the hill she looked down to the wastes of the battle below, the white wings spread about behind her. The fierce awe inspiring beauty of the war muse shone like a beacon in the darkness, the flaming red hair a living representation of the Crimson. Her eyes swirling with fury, she inhaled the scent of burning flesh and blood, the air around her crackling with latent power as she stood watching over the ru

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 11:44:20 PM)
ruins of the day of battle, soldiers, both elohim and mortal, bunked down for the night several miles away as she found herself unable to sleep, unable to swallow down the searing anger that the Ebon had acted against the Morningstar himself.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 22, 2011 11:50:15 PM)
In the distance somewhere, the Iron Beast stormed lines and charged through targets. He wore armor that appeared to be litearlly carved to fit his flesh, with massive wide clubs extending from each fist. A troupe of Rabisu, each with their main focus in Beasts, were under forms of Animals not seen in an Age. Dragons, Manticores, all sort of creatures flanked the destruction he sowed. The earth trembled when he stomped through, and shields caved beneath the mighty blows of the creature. Charge deemed successful, the contingent of Elite moved into a small bough of foliage organized by the Rabisu, a tent of sorts lined in thorns and earth. The sky cast dark overhead, and rain threatened its presence in the near future. The outward tremble of earth signalled the passing of the Iron Beast's temper, slowing with his breath.

Violetta duBois (May 22, 2011 11:55:02 PM)
*Wings spreading out behind her she took to flight, their fires calling her, the tremble in the earth itself marking their location. Eyes filled with promise of the storm to come, of destruction made real she sped through the night, a glowing beacon of light; her ver nature encmpassing both the remnants of what had been best within them, and a reminder of how that vision could be twisted and broken. They would be given a choice, surrender to the Morningstar's forces or total annihalation. She swallowed and choked down the desire to lash out at them without warning, to bring the annihalation now, yet her orders were clear... the Morningstar offered mercy.*