{The Rebellion}

[QueenofDorks]

Jade squeaked softly at the kisses pressed to the skin of her neck and shoulder, a flush coming to her cheeks with acknowledgement of of the fact Andras was still very much standing in the doorway. He shook his head, but was nonetheless quiet with his teasing. "Grab breakfast from the cafeteria and meet me in the conference room. Dox, you should know where that is. I'll see you two soon." Then the demon was gone, slipping back into the hall, and closing the door behind him. A groan bubbled out of the witch as Maddox rolled away from her, taking his warmth with him. "I don't particularly want to work today though..." she mumbled with a pout, she reluctantly propping herself up into a sitting position. "I'd rather relax," she continued her grumbling, all the whilst as she rose from up the bed.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox glanced over to Jade as he stood, the chill morning air in the room causing an almost immediate reaction as goosebumps rose all over his bare chest and arms. "Damn it, its cold this morning." he laughed, shaking his head as he rifled around to locate something warm to wear. "Me, too, Jade. But we can't shirk doing anything just to laze about. We can get back to that as soon as we've taken care of whatever Andras needs to discuss." he smiled, locating a long sleeve shirt and clean jeans. He tugged out a hooded sweatshirt, and held it out for Jade, "Here. So you don't freeze." he smiled warmly at her. Once they were dressed, and ready to face the day for the most part, he lead Jade through the halls. Stopping for only a moment to grab them both a tray of food from the cafeteria, he then lead her on to the conference room. The sounds of the growing storm rattling through the old military base, the rain starting just as the ex-politician and witch arrived at the conference room. "Wow, that storm hit quick." Maddox mused, listening as the torrent outside hit the building.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Lightening rippled across the dark, bleary sky, noticeable in the windows they passed. It crackled and hissed. Then came the rolling thunder that shook at the base with velocity. Jade flinched besides Maddox, the loud noise having startled her. She looked like a deer stuck in headlights just for the briefest of moments before recovering, not uttering a word as she slipped into the premise of the conference room. Andras was peering skeptically out of the window, watching as the storm raged on... and yet there had been no sign of Trixie. No sign of her appearance before the storm had hit. Guards below in the front yard were at work to settle the gates closed, objecting anyone from coming in or out. Then they were scrambling back inside for safety, away from the torrent of rain. "Neither of you saw Trix on your way here, right?" He prompted, casting his eyes to the witch and human.


"No... we didn't see her." Jade mused in reply, head bobbing from a side to side shake. She curled up into one of the wooden chairs, drawing her arms around herself to keep warm. Maddox's baggy hooded sweatshirt aided that plenty as well.


"... Alright. Perhaps she's just a bit stalled in the rain then." However, Andras felt that in his heart it wasn't the case. An imminent feeling of pure, and utter dread.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox blinked at Andras, "Did she really go out to fly with this storm brewing?" he asked, concern immediately in his voice as he settled the trays on the table, taking a seat beside Jade. "She'll be back before you know, I'm sure. Let's get to whatever you need to talk about. Pass the time, and I'm sure she'll be trouncing her way in here." he smiled gently at the demon. He had seen how the two had grown close, and after Jade's disappearance, he could understand the worry Andras was probably feeling.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"Right. Down to business then." Andras mused, directing it to a more less worrisome conversation. Well, it was worrisome, but with the lack of Trixie's presence he would differ on that one. He seated himself upon the edge of the metal table, his hands smoothing across a file of photos. "As much as I love our new base, I've been thinking about our old one. About returning to it if possible. We had more than enough room there. Many rebels belongings reside there still, and our armory shipment of weapons. Unless they haven't precisely found that yet."


Jade cupped her hands against the warmth of a styrofoam cup that was filled to the brim with hot tea. She moved one hand to flip open the file, adjusting the various photos that showed the government personnel's activities within the surrounding area of the mansion. "I've been pondering upon this myself. However. Will the rebels themselves feel safe again?" She prompted, eyebrows raised. "I personally don't think they'd be too keen returning to the house where everything has been rifled through and perhaps taken... let alone, if we can spare our guards to assure that we wrangle the mansion back into our owning grasps. So no. I doubt it will be worth living in again. As much as I adored that place myself." She gingerly took a sip at the sea, "It's just too much of a risk."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox listened quietly, peering at the files as well, his own thoughts processing on the issue at hand. He found it easier than he thought it would have been to fall back into that planning politician he had once been. Ideas reeled in his thoughts, knowing the motel and any other of his own properties would be out of the question. His father had probably already had them seized and would eventually be sold to new owners. His brows knitted together in thought, contemplating. "There's also a lot of work that needs to be done to this place just to make it livable by winter." he sighed after swallowing the latest bite of his breakfast, eyes traveling up to Andras and then back down to the file. "Are there any contacts any of you or the rebels still have? Maybe there's another wealthy ally that might have something we could use? I'd suggest my own, but... by now I'm sure my father has done all he can to cut me out of that world entirely." he sighed, shaking his head. He hadn't ever felt so useless, except when Jade was taken. He quickly shut the thought down, not wanting to further dwell on something he'd never stopped thinking about in seven months.


An urgent knock at the door came, another supernatural, an angel, stepped through the door. "S-sorry, I just... Is... Is Trixie..." she started, her eyes seeming to search the room, and she frowned. Her eyes found Andras, "Trixie hasn't come back. I saw her leave, and I've been watching the skies since. There's no sign of her." she rushed, clearly worried for the nephilim that had become like a friend to the girl. "In a storm like this... She'll have been forced to take cover. I thought you'd have wanted to know..." she frowned, a sadness inching into her voice. "I'm going to keep watching. She could be on foot." she noted, and slipped hurriedly back out of the room.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Before Andras could open his mouth and adjust an audible reply, let alone Jade, they were interrupted by the rattling knock. Then one of the rebels, another angel, slipped through. It was evident that this news shook the demon to his very core. His face crumbled, falling into a look of panicked worry. He barely acknowledged the assuring squeeze from Jade. His eyes were focused upon the supernatural before she too slipped from his office. That news alone managed to gather the demon away from the conversation at hand. "I have to go find her... at least look." He weakly excused himself, stumbling out into the hallway.


"Andras --" the ginger witch called after him to put a cease to his movements, stumbling to the door... but it was too late. He had already abandoned the premise of the corridor, it set in mind to search every crevice of the forest to find the nephlim... before anything could happen to her.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox jumped from his seat, chasing down Andras, catching him only moments before he had gotten outside. "Andras, wait until the storm passes. Trixie's a smart girl, she'll be fine. But you won't do her any favors going out into that mess after her." He said urgently, his voice small and gentle, trying to reason with the man. "Once the storm passes, I'll help you look, alright?" He said, glancing around at the gathered rebels in the hall as they stared out windows and doors at the raging storm. Whispers filtered through the hall, apparently Trixie's disappearance had spread quickly, and there were already some who were putting the blame on Maddox rather than the storm.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras registered the rebels that gathered in the halls, most peering out from the windows and adjacent doors that lead outside. Whispers a rose from the crowds, side glances being casted at Maddox and the demon. Some with pity whilst others stared with displeasure. "But..." he whimpered, an odd thing for even him. Dread clawed at his chest, worry tearing him apart and settling in with hurt. Would she be able to make it to the base in this storm? It seemed nearly impossible with the pounding rain pour. Lightening striked nearby, and the structure of the building rattled. Young children yelped and screamed, hiding against their parents. "All three of us will work together to seek her out." Jade's voice chimed, soft with assurance. The witch had followed Maddox from the conference room, having found the two in the front hall. She reached out and clutched at Andras' hand, gripping it tight. "No one will get at her. The police and personnel aren't that much of an idiot to step out during a storm as bad as this." She offered up a lopsided smile, "Okay?"


Reluctantly, after several minutes, he gave a slow nod of his head. Dejected and stricken with horror, he slipped back towards the conference room, shoulders slumped with defeat.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox nodded at Andras, releasing his hold on the other man's arm. "She'll be fine." He said one last time, walking with him and Jade back to the conference room. "Now, what did we need to discuss? Trixie won't be happy if you drop your responsibilities waiting for her to get back." He attempted to lighten the demon's mood. He looked over at Jade, worry clearly etched on his face. He was worried for Trixie, out in the storm, but also for Andras. He'd never seen the man act such a way over anyone, except for maybe Jade.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The Chaos That Follows the Storm...

​

The base had turned into utmost turmoil with the disappearance of Trixie. The lack of her presence affected everyone, those that she had managed to connect with, and then the lover that felt the absence than most. He was a complete and utter mess, such a sight that not even Jade had seen transpire from him in years. Trays of untouched food were all but abandoned by the demon, discarded and trashed. He spent most of his waking hours looking wearily from windows, or scraping outside in the forest by himself, screeching her name in hope she would hear him somehow, wherever she was. It wasn't until Monday, did he finally consume to his lack of sleep and the tired nerves that screamed for rest. He, for once, slept in... not entirely peaceful but enough to ease his mind for a while. Jade had taken up the role of leader once more, it may have been too soon but who else was she to leave it to? Certainly not Dox... it had come under her attention that most of the rebels hated him. A fact that she was trying to turn over and clarify about. But, that would have to wait. She was mulling over papers and files, grim pried cluttered around the conference table... she having spent a few hours looking into reincarnates once more. For the soul sake of seeing if she could manage an idea, one not entirely dangerous. The door to the room slapped open, a guard emerging within, panting and certainly out of breath. "J-Jade...! Trix... Trixie has returned." The news broke through her, shaking the witch to a striding stance. "Make sure she's away from the rebels. I don't want there to be a scene. I'll gather Andras." She responded, urging a direct command upon him as she slipped past to amble her way to Andras' room.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie had run nearly the entire distance to the rebel base, her bare feet aching, covered with cuts from sticks, vines and rocks. Her thin cotton night dress all but torn from her thin form. She was tired, severely out of breath, and near collapsing from exhaustion. When she had finally drawn near the base, her running slowed, her body shivering from the effort and the chill that was in the air. Rebels had raced to inform Jade, and possibly Andras, of her return, while more collected around her in an attempt to shield her rather indecent form from prying eyes. One guard even slid the large coat he wore off and handed it to the nephilim, to which she eagerly slid it over her shoulders, wrapping it tightly around her body. She was ushered quickly to a spare room, the guards talking about some order from Jade that she be kept away from the other rebels to avoid a scene. To which she figured was for the better. She just wanted to see Andras. To feel his arms around her again. Yet something had settled over the nephilim, and she tightened her arms around herself, pulling the coat taught as if to shield herself from the world.


Fear was clear in her eyes, marks littering her body, still old and new mixed together, but the newest ones were clearly not the same that the demon had ever left on her. Her hair was cropped from it's luscious length to a tight pixie. Tears pooled in her eyes as the realization that she was back hit her like a wall. Andras was going to see her like this, and suddenly she was terrified. Yet she was more terrified to even utter a word about not wanting him to see her in this state, knowing that would raise questions. Questions she didn't want to answer. A tremor shook through her, and she gagged, her stomach attempting to repel it's empty state, her nerves searing. She doubled over in the chair where she sat, head in her hands. With her face hidden as it was, it was near impossible to recognize the nephilim. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, the memories of the past week like fresh wounds. Especially one in particular, that she swore silently she wouldn't tell a soul about. But she could already tell she might not be able to hold to that.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Several minutes had passed, and then, suddenly, there was scrambling footsteps at the door of the secluded room Trixie had been placed into. Andras stumbled inwards, Jade's appearance briefly glimpsed as she watched then extended a hand out and closed the door for some privacy between the two. The demon, without thought, threw his arms around the nephlim. It was he who had begun to weep, tears pouring forth from his eyes, mini sobs ricocheting through his body. He remained like this for a while, clutching her body to his, generally holding her as close as possible. Uttering promises that he would never let her go again...


Then he pulled away, and with sudden realization, that damage had certainly been done to his Trixie. Her once long hair was gone, cut and cropped into a pixie cut... and the marks. They were far more noticeable than anything he'd make. His blood turn cold. "Who did this to you?" He demanded, voice low and held quiet for her sake... but there also being a sense of pure, undeniable anger.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie blinked, and her head dropped, shame written as the overbearing emotion in her body language. "Burks." She whispered softly, choking on a sob. "I had to find shelter..." She whimpered, drawing her own arms tighter around herself. Her hands went to her face again, "I spent the week nearly drugged out of my system, and... he used me... like he used to..." She whispered through her sobs. She curled into a ball for several long moments before slowly unfolding herself. She stepped away from Andras, her back to him. Tears still glistened on her cheeks. "He wanted to keep me permanently. He..." She choked on the words, and rather than speak it, she would have to show the demon what she was talking about. Slowly the coat that covered her form slid from her shoulders and fell to the ground. The tattered, backless gown limp on her form. Slowly her wings began to pull away from her back, forming their physical limbs. Save for her right wing. Part of the tattoo that hid her wings didn't lift, and when they were fully there, her right wing was only half of one. "He pinioned my wing... amputated it at the joint." She whispered hoarsely, hiding her face in her hands.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The name of the man, the ungrateful pig of a politician, struck Andras. Though he vaguely remembered it during a previous discussion about her connection to him, how she knew him and kept him as a back pocket contact. It made him coil with complete and utter disgust, anger searing through his gut and embedding in deep... such a fervent emotion that wasn't entirely emitted often. As if acknowledging that she was both drugged and used bad enough for the man and his weighing consciousness.... the sight of her right wing, amputated at the joint, made him snarl. With a sudden burst of strength, he tossed aside a table that didn't stand to far off from them. It clattered with his anger, the hurt, and the regret he couldn't have done nothing, let alone anything to save and/or protect her.Then he pulled back and began the stride to the door, his footsteps stamping harshly against the tiled flooring. "I'm going to fucking kill that bastard."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie jumped, her wings snapping tight against her back and disappearing once more as she spun to look at Andras. "And... w-wait...!" She nearly yelled, pleading. She bolted, throwing herself at the demon, arms wrapping around him like a lifeline. "Don't... don't leave... please." She begged softly, trembling. "I don't want to be alone..." She whispered, clinging to him.


With the loud crashing noise of something being thrown, Maddox looked quizzically at Jade. "Should we-?" He prompted, worry washing over him. He hadn't seen Trixie yet, and he sure as hell didn't know what was going on.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras paused in mid-step, all movements ceased, as her arms found their way around him. His anger dimmed, just slightly, but didn't melt entirely away. He was serious. Burks was to pay, whether if Jade allowed him or not he didn't care. All that mattered, in the end, that Trix would be avenged. Then no harm would dare come her way again. He turned around, and slipped his own arms around her form, drawing her in closer to protect her from the cold of the room. "I missed you..." he murmured, voice soft and nearly cracking with emotion. "I was fucking terrified you would never come back. That I would never see your face again, let alone tell how much I care for you." He slipped into silence for several minutes, a gap between his words. The demon withdrew to peer at her face, one hand pressing upwards against her cheek. "I love you.." he whispered, a sudden admittance.


Jade glanced sideways at Maddox, and discharged a shake of her head. "No, I'd rather let them be alone. Andras isn't the type to hurt someone, let alone the woman he cares for. I'm sure he's just angry at something."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie kept her arms tight around Andras, tears welling in her eyes as she listened to his soft spoken words. Even in the midst of all the physical and emotional pain she was feeling, she smiled at his sudden whisper, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I love you too.... Andras." she whispered, her voice trembling ever so slightly. She pressed her cheek into his hand, eyes slipping closed for a moment, relishing in the moment, no matter the reasons why it had come around. She no longer was afraid of her feelings for the demon, now that she knew for sure he felt the same. No more pushing them down to keep herself from being hurt. She let her eyes slide open again, searching his face, "I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have ever gone flying that day..." she whispered, her arms finally loosening as she reached both hands upward, cupping his face in her cold fingers. She stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to his.


Maddox nodded, and quietly reached out, taking Jade's hand. "I'm glad she's back. Andras hasn't been himself since she disappeared." he sighed, shaking his head. "You've done good though. Taking back over and stuff." he smiled, bumping his shoulder against the ginger haired woman's, a small laugh discharging from him. He glanced down the hall as faces peered around the corner, curious and wanting to know, he guessed, how Trixie was doing. He recognized one particular face, the angel who had told them a week ago that Trixie hadn't come back after her flight before the storm. He glanced at Jade, "We've got a curious audience." he said with a small chuckle.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The briefest of smiles widened at Andras' mouth, stretching to allow the happiness sink in that she too felt the same way as he did. It was a warm, content feeling that bubbled within his chest. He held onto it as long as possible, just like he did with Trixie; clasping not her close to him, vowing to never let her out of his sights again. "Don't," he murmured against her lips, gently returning the kiss. "You don't have to apologize, Trix." He slipped the hand that had cupped her face away, and back down to gently grasp at her waist. He pulled back, examining the marks and fresh wounds... "C'mon," he urged softly, head inclined towards the door. "Let's go get you cleaned up, in fresh clothes, and perhaps a good meal. Unless you'd like to opt out on the last part for some snuggling instead."


"Taking back over and "stuff"? What are you? Fifteen?" Jade quipped wryly, smiling with a sense of sarcasm -- evidently playful. She clutched at his hand, regardless, swinging it slightly back and forth. Though, it was hard not to notice their audience that had crowded around the corner of the hall, most general peeking around or whispering reports on how there was no activity. "Everyone, please. This is a private matter, please continue on your regular day schedule. Thank you." She chimed, the ginger witch discharging her own sigh as she leaned back against the wall, adjacent to the door. There were mumbles and complaints but the rebels, and off duty guards, moved away from this certain corridor with reluctance.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie smiled warmly, her hands dropping from his face, though one arm dropped to her side, the other still remained outstretched, touching the demon that stood there with her. Afraid that if she let go, she's wake back up in the tiny room she had been held captive in. She glanced down at herself, the cuts and scrapes that littered her feet and legs from running through the forest, as well as the memory, and sight, of the numerous bruises and marks making her feel self conscious. Her fingers tightened on Andras' arm where she remained in contact, "I like that idea... snuggling..." she said softly, her feet slowly following the dark haired man toward the door. "But I'm starving...." she said, a tiny laugh bubbling out of her. She knew she was going to have to leave this small room, at some point, but she was afraid. Of the questions and looks. People had seen her appearance when she had gotten here, and she knew all to well how news passed through the halls of the base. Her eyes fluttered up to look at Andras before dropping once again to the floor, "I don't care what we do... as long we're together." she said softly.


Maddox laughed warmly over her playful remark, and his amusement continued as the rebels seemed to disperse with a sense of dejection. They would have their chance to see Trixie, and the friends she had made would have their reunion, but right now, Maddox knew all to well the feeling of having someone you care deeply for return after disappearing. Though he was sure he only understood part of what the demon in the other room felt, as unlike with Trixie, he had known where Jade was for the duration of her absence. No one had known where Trixie had been. "And don't make fun of me for what I say. I don't always have the right words." he added in a mock retort, glancing at Jade with a grin.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"Starving eh? Alright... well, after you're all cleaned up I'll swing by the cafeteria and grab you a tray of food. In my absence, I'll have Jade remain with you." Andras mused in suggestion, his feet ambling towards the door at a slow pace as Trixie followed closely beside him. Clinging to his arm and refusing to let go. Not that he exactly wanted her to.. he sure as hell wasn't about to let her leave his side. "If that's alright with you, of course. I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable and be thwarted into the social chaos that the cafeteria possesses. That's all." He chided with assurance, and opened the door with a twist of the doorknob.


"Pfft," Jade jutted the sound of disbelief from her mouth, eyes rolling at his mock retort. "Really? That's all you got for a response? No playful jabs, no avid teasing? Well, Doxie. I'm certainly disappointed." She continued to drawl from her mouth, which inched with a sense of an impish twist that alluded to a smirk. But as the door besides them creaked open, and the demon slipped out with the company of the nephlim, her facial expression softened into one of relief. "Hey Trix..." she addressed softly.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie nodded to Andras, opting to leave it at her silent response rather than speak as the door was pulled open. Her eyes darted up as Jade addressed her, glancing at Maddox, and then her eyes dropped again. She settled her free hanging arm around her middle, the chill in the halls sending a shiver down her spine as goosebumps raised on her skin. "Hey..." she whispered softly, unsure of what to say exactly. It as apparent that they had worried for her, and it made her feel better knowing that, her small exchange with the demon beside her being of the most enjoyable. Yet with everything else, the euphoria of it all faded quickly, her thoughts clouding over once again as it filtered back to what she had lost in that week she had been held captive. Her sight swam again, and she desperately tried to press the overwhelming feeling that was the want to just curl under a rock and never face the world again. She cleared her throat, quickly lifting a hand to wipe at her face before tucking it around her middle again. Habitually, her hand dropped from where it held onto Andras, wrapping around her middle as well. "How's it going?" she asked, trying her damnedest to be semi-normal, even if she couldn't raise her eyes to look at who she spoke to.


Maddox had been about to attempt another retort, his words dying quickly in his throat as the door opened and Andras, accompanied by Trixie, entered the hall. He glanced at the nepilim, the look of her clear she hadn't had been through something terrible in her absence. Her hair being short, and the way she seemed to guard herself, when a week ago she was bold and never once looked like she wished she was invisible. His eyes found Andras, and he frowned, "Hey." he said softly in response, pain for the nephilim jabbing through him as she wiped her face before speaking. He sighed softly, clearly unsure of what to even begin to say.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Quiet filled the hallway, merely after the briefest exchange of words... it further dampened everyone's mood. But what was to be expected? Nothing was going to be the same after this unexpected event. Especially Trixie. It was notable and acknowledged. She wasn't the same nephlim, bold and daring. Wanting to be the center of attention, let alone be playful as ever. But now it seemed all she desires was to fade away, turn invisible. To not exist right now. Andras looked to both of them, Jade and Maddox, searching desperately for something or anything to be said. So Jade, baring the slightest small grin, responded back to her little prompt of a question. "It's going good. Although I'm quite disappointed at the moment. Doxie's lacking on amusing comebacks. Don't think he's too well at the whole retorting thing too be honest." She quipped, attempting to ease the overwhelming silence. She wavered, tempted to a raise a hand and comfort her, but opted out on that decision. It probably wasn't what she even wanted right now. "How about you? How are you doing?" She questioned, although was merely curious in general, not trying to pry any further details or information from the woman.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie had held her breath as Jade started to answer, only releasing it slowly as she wasn't pressed upon about her absence, or what had happened. Though she couldn't help the tiny amount of connection with Jade, the same want of not talking about something terrible that had happened outside the presence of those she cared for. A tiny smile fluttered on the naphilim's lips as Jade quipped about the ex-politician's lack of snarky comebacks, though it faded just as quickly as it came. She held silent for several long beats of time before she lifted her gaze, looking at Jade, but it seemed at the same time, she wasn't. Her shoulders rose and fell in a halfhearted shrug, "I'm glad to be back..." she started, glancing at Andras for a mere moment. "Happy... a little... I guess." she added, her eyes dropping, and raising once again. She seemed to be having her own problems holding eye contact, mostly opting for looking anywhere but at Jade or Maddox's eyes. It was hard enough for her to meet the demon's gaze as it was. Then she recalled what she and Andras had exchanged in the room in privacy, the smile that knowledge itself brought to her lingering longer than any of her others. "More than happy in some cases." she said softly, an giggle bubbling in her chest, but died quickly as the flood of other recent knowledge hit her as well. Her eyes fell back to her feet, her arms tight around her. "I can't fly...." she said softly, knowing it was best for Jade to know, as it left the nephilim that much less of an asset to the rebellion. She started to speak again, but her breath caught, and she paused, swallowing thickly. "Sorry." she finally said after a moment.


Maddox had been about to respond to Jade's teasing remarks when Trixie started to speak, so he opted to remain silent, as it was more than likely they were lucky she was talking at all to them. He glanced to Andras as the expressions rose and fell on the blonde's face, her eyes darting around as though she didn't know where to look, her inability to meet their gazes. What happened to you, Trix? He silently asked himself, biting back the frown that wanted to form on his own features. He had to admit, over the seven months since becoming a permanent fixture in the rebellion, he'd come to like Trixie. Almost like she was family, and the way she acted now just seemed like she wasn't real. This wasn't the nephilim he remembered. Then his eyes grew wide in shock at her whispered words, "I can't fly..." and he was confused, questions vying to the forefront of his thoughts. Why? What happened? Are you hurt? all things he wanted to ask, but knew he held no place in asking. If she wanted to explain, she would have. Though he couldn't help but wonder if this was a temporary thing, or permanent. His heart sank for the woman, hoping that it was only temporary and she'd eventually be able to take to the skies again.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The silence consumed them once more within one gulp after the revaluation about her lack of ability to fly. Why? was the first question that surfaced at her mind. Then transpired into more thoughts, and in an instant like this... most shouldn't even wriggle from her curious mouth. Jade merely looked sympathetic, albeit sad by the news. Gingerly, she reached out and gripped the nephlim's hands. "Don't feel like you're a burden now, Trix. Because you're not. You never will be one. You have impacted the life of so many others here, most had to be instructed to go away when they found out you returned. You're a great support system, more importantly you do play a great damn job as co-leader." She smiled, small but assuring that there would be nothing said that would break her positive view upon her. She pulled her hands back, "Anyways! We have some more documents to inspect, Dox," she urged, pivoting and grasping the human's hand, tugging him in the direction of the conference room.


Andras watched the two, mostly Jade, as she reluctantly forced for Maddox to follow. Whether he wanted to or not. He tilted his gaze to her, for the briefest of moments admiring her expression.. and then her newly cut hair. The style alone was pretty different from previous before. He'd grown to love it sometime soon. His lips connected against the side of her head, "Let's go, princess. We gotta wash you up and then prepare your clothes for the rest of the evening."