{The Rebellion}

[QueenofDorks]

Andras hummed his approval as he felt her fingers nestle and tangle within his hair. His eyes slipped back shut, feeling as her body shifted slightly as she too followed in suite and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. The demon held her, smoothing his hands slightly over her sides and up roaming across her back. "Right... it was certainly an embarrassing situation at first. Can't recall the time, but I do know it happened in the forests of Salem, Massachusetts. I think right around when Jade abandoned the town itself. Anyways," he continued, his fingers still easing over her form, "she found me in the midst of me about to be murdered and possibly cooked into raven soup. I had upset a Banshee witch. Irish originating creatures. Tricked the thing into thinking that I loved her, merely for the sole sake of being protected from my death at the time. Certain men were keeping an eye out on me." He explained, his lips moving gently across her skin with every spoken word that was uttered against her skin. "They wanted me dead, and I desired to avoid such a disaster. See, Banshees could sense death... and if it pertained around their lover, then they would stop at nothing to protect them. Ahem, me in this current situation. Except.. the plan itself backfired. I mean, she killed the men. But... she found out a little while after that I was faking my affection. The Banshee transformed me into a malnourished raven, and was minutes away from embedding a knife into me to end my misery... till Jade stumbled upon the scene, in the front yard of the woman's hut." He paused for effect of his story telling, and casted his eyes aside to see if Trixie had any questions to prompt him with before he continued.

 

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The nephilim listened quietly, her fingers still toying with his hair as his hands caressed and roamed her body where she lay against him. With every brush of his lips against her neck, her stomach lurched and fluttered, but her mind was far from the same physical need she felt. Her brows knitted together slightly as he explained his lying about loving a person for protection, but she let the thought go quickly. There was no reason to hang herself on that notion, knowing there was nothing she could see that would add similarities to the two instances in time. It's just because of what I've been through. I believe what he told me. She silently scolded herself for even attempting to throw doubt into the mix of the day. She listened, clearing her mind as much as possible of thought. When he paused in the story, she tilted her head slightly and cracked her eyes open to look at Andras. "Why did the men want you dead?" she asked softly, the curiosity prickling at the back of her thoughts.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"At the time I was lent a good portion of money to support a business idea. It was such a good one that the men complied. Except... it was all used on gambling purposes." Andras found himself smiling smugly. Those were certainly the days. Where he'd cause as much mischevious and trouble, be on the near verge of dying. It was a rush, one he had been addicted to for quite sometime but laid within him now. Not many brought out that feeling except for one particular person. "They found out and wanted me dead." He concluded his explanation, a low purr resonating in his chest as her fingers continued to toy with his hair. "Anyways... Jade intervened on my behalf, because I wasn't exactly in the best knowledgable state, and I had begged her through telephathic thoughts, willing to give her a demon's promise. She was more than willing to comply such an idea. She challenged the Banshee, to see who had the more prominent powers of a witch. They would gather the next day to show off, but in the mean time the Banshee would not hurt me. If Jade lost, she'd leave and avoid the situation, letting me succumb as a victim to the creature. If she won, however, the Banshee would be forced to return me back to my original form." He explained just as softly, pulling away slightly enough and peering at the nephlim with his amber gaze. His fingers smoother across the skin of her cheek, "Obviously the latter happened... but Jade didn't entirely play nice. She had her own tricks, foolish spells that were projected and made the Banshee flustered when the time came for the competition. She won, but went against her victory winnings as the Banshee was a sore loser as it seemed. The damned witch nearly took my life but Jade stopped her in time... with her own knife. I returned to my natural form after the creature's death and took the vow that I promised. Thus forming a timeless friendship..."

 

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As she listened, something caught her attention. A demon's promise? She silently asked herself, her curiosity tugging to ask the question of what exactly was promised. The action of playing with Andras' hair becoming absent minded, twirling strands around her fingers and releasing them, her nails brushing against his scalp feather light. She shifted her head as he did, chocolate brown eyes meeting his amber ones. "Then I should thank her." she said softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I have Jade to thank that you were here to fall in love with." she sighed, the smile fully taking her lips, her eyes sliding closed when his fingers smoothed over her cheek, a soft hum of contentment sliding from her lips. She leaned forward and placed a light kiss at the corner of his mouth, one hand sliding from his hair to brush her fingers down his cheek, the other remaining tangled in his hair. "You don't have to answer if it's something you don't want to share, but what was the promise you made with Jade?" she asked, unable to contain the egging thoughts.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras, for a moment, became lost in her continuous hair playing. Her nails absently scratching against his scalp, triggering a shiver to run down his spine. He wielded his gaze shut... and then opened them again, just as Trixie muttered something about thanking Jade. "I do suppose so... otherwise I'd be dead or flying as some desolate raven demon." The thought made him cringe, although seemed to soften up as a wide smile came to pass over his lover's mouth. He always enjoyed her smiles, the way it sometimes, just slightly, lit up her eyes. The demon tilted his head aside and caught her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to them. Although, as her prompting question arose, and her curiosity slithered out into the open, a steady smirk of mischief came to his own mouth. "Ah? You want to know about the demon's promise? I'm afraid that's confidential, princess. A secret. Only kept between Jade and I." He uttered, voice low in a purring growl.

 

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Trixie couldn't help the small bubble of laughter when Andras' pressed his lips to hers just before she had asked her question, but she also couldn't help the pang of jealousy that gripped her for a moment at the smirk that played on the demon's lips, coupled with his statement that it was something secret between him and Jade. She fought the frown that wanted to form on her lips, and sighed, rolling her eyes. "I'd be lying if I denied that you didn't just make me incredibly jealous." she stated, for a moment, her old self seeming to peer through and a smirk settled on her lips. As quickly as the smirk appeared, it was gone again, her currently fragile mind settling on things that were better left not thought. First it seemed to cling to the story of how Andras had feigned feelings for a banshee witch, leading to the possibility he was doing the same to her. No, there was nothing he could benefit from it. Was there? Then second, it clung to the fact there was more between Andras and Jade than he seemed willing to admit, and that thought wedged itself into her mind. He was happy she was back, but she knew she wasn't the same. The most prominent being that she no longer had the ability to fly. Not counting the fact that she was emotionally torn, having had another man use her as Burk had. She wrangled with the thoughts, unable to keep the tears from pooling in the corners of her eyes. She groaned, and pulled away from Andras, drawing her knees to her chest. "Damn it..." she muttered softly, hiding her face behind her knees. "I'm sorry, Andras... I don't know what's wrong with me... Used to be... that wouldn't even have scratched me." she said softly, her voice trembling.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The smirk grew wide on the demon's splayed mouth, amused with her response. How the Trixie he knew and adored seeped back through her newfound reclusive personality. But then it faltered, fading away as soon as it presented itself. There were tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall. Such vulnerability surprised him. Had he struck a nerve? Was he unsuccessful in amusing her but rather merely made her upset, tormented jealousy raging through the woman? Such thoughts gathered together, presented at the fore front of his mind. He watched her pull free from his nestled grasp, sitting away from him, knees drawn into her chest, face hidden. Her words were soft, strained and trembling. Andras barely heard them for a mere moment... then he finally addressed them. "I'm sorry, Trix. I shouldn't be teasing... that was my mistaken choice from the start." He uttered quietly, though was unsure if he should reach out and coddle her. Or perhaps just sit back and leave her be.

 

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"It's okay... really." The nephilim said softly, sitting as she was for a moment before shifting again and lowering her legs back down. "I know you were only playing..." she sighed, scrubbing the back of her hand over her eyes. She took a deep breath, releasing it in a rush as she tried to calm herself down. "I don't know. I'm just... frazzled. Messed up... however you want to put it." she said softly, wringing her fingers together as she attempted to reign in her straying thoughts. She looked over to Andras, "There's more between you and Jade... isn't there?" she asked softly, her eyes quickly darting back to her lap.

 

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Andras felt like he had been struck, slapped across the face by the unexpected question. Now, he faltered. Hesitating. He opened his mouth, prepared to form words... but such attempts discharged from him as well. The demon heaved a sigh next and after several minutes bobbed his head in a nod. "Yes..," he admitted softly, "there is more between the two of us. A bond neither Dox or you could quite begin to understand." His hand ghosted upwards and he smoothed the appendage through his hair, amber gaze closing to avoid her expression. "That's what happens when you lived through centuries together with someone at your side consistently. You rely on each other more than ever. The relationship becomes personal and close, intimate... such feelings remain intact over time. In a sense it has. I am still her demon, and she my witch."

 

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Trixie closed her eyes as she listened, a pain seeming to squeeze her chest as her thoughts were confirmed. I shouldn't be surprised. Nor should I be jealous. I should have known. She told herself slowly, over and over as the minutes ticked by since he had stopped his explanation. She drew in a slow, shaky breath as she steadied herself, forcing her mind to clear. This was nothing. Andras still loved her. Right? Even with his bond with Jade, he had fallen in love with her. A broken half-human, half-angel supernatural. Finally her mind seemed to begin to relent, though she was unsure of how long it took her to let the moment pass. Slowly, she turned her body, sitting on her knees to face her demon lover. She opened her eyes, leveling them on his face, and the seemingly pained expression that sat there. She lifted a hand to his cheek, her fingers brushing over his skin, from chin to temple, and across his cheek bone before settling her palm against his face. "It's okay." she said softly, her voice small, but there was no hint of hidden tears or hurt. Her hand shifted, moving up to tuck her fingers into his hair, forcing herself to lean forward, their faces coming closer. "I would never come between that." she smiled softly, "You're lucky." she added, the smallest of laughs escaping her. "Because I truly do love you, Andras." she added before kissing him tenderly, one hand still tangled into his hair, the other propping her up so that she wouldn't fall on him.

 

[QueenofDorks]

There was silence. Heavy and filled with an aspect of most uncertainty. Andras feared the worst. Of what she might say, if she would cry and say his words of affection were a mere lie. It, however, was not. He cared for Trixie so much. Despite the mutual personal intimacy between Jade and him, the relationship that remained intact, he loved the nephlim more than anything. He lifted his eyes as the bed shifted underneath her movement, and he felt as her hand brushed against his face. The mixed emotions of 'what ifs' were settled, easing away to a dulling nothing. He had nothing to be concerned about after all. It had all just been in his head. "And I love you too, princess," he breathed against her mouth gently, returning the tender kiss as he wound his hands back to her waist.

 

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Her lips turned up at the corners, smiling into the kiss, and after a moment she tilted her head so that their foreheads touched, and their lips parted. "That doesn't mean I'm not still incredibly jealous about this demon's promise you and her have." she said softly, the soft smirk toying on her lips. She let her eyes focus on his, studying his face, her hand sliding through his hair. "Thank you... for everything. I don't know where I'd be if I hadn't met you." she said softly, and leaned back slightly, but not enough to pull his hands from her waist. "Any more stories, or do you just want to cuddle?" she asked, shifting herself again so that she was laying partially on him like before. Her arms wrapped up around his head to play with his hair.

 

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As her teasing words surfaced, an echoed comment of what had been previously mentioned before, a grin broke out on the demon's face. "Mm... I don't think you'd want any partake in that particular demon vow, hon. Very deadly dangerous stuff." He mused, a taunting hint to what lay beneath the shared promise with the witch. He nuzzled his forehead against her own, furthering the sentimental affection he directed towards her. A pur resonated in his chest, content with how close they held one another, the nephlim nestled against him once more. Her hands entangled within his hair, which he leaned his head backwards in a near coaxing motion to be able to enjoy the hair playing she might dabble in. "I'd rather just cuddle... that seems more fun at the moment. Plus I want to space out my stories."

 

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Trixie let out a small bubble of laughter, her arms tightening around him for a moment. "You're like a cat... or maybe a dog." she said, her words bouncing with the laugh of amusement. Though the hair playing didn't stop, she lifted her head to look at Andras. "It's rather cute, if I must say." she said with a smile, kissing him lightly again. "I can think of other fun things that will space out your stories." she said softly against his lips, a playful tone in her voice. The scarring memories long shoved back in her mind, her old self having a moment of shining through. "As long as this vow of yours doesn't take you away from me now that I have you, I think I'll live." she added when she parted from the kiss, smirking at her lover.

 

[QueenofDorks]

A Few Days Later...

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Everyone in the rebellion had readjusted back into their schedule after finding a sense of normalcy amongst the return of Trixie. Andras returned to his position as co-leader, and had since then been collaborating with Jade and Maddox upon how to adjust the base to everyone's standards. Not entirely possible but they could improve some of the things around here. There was always plan B, which they would seek out one of their previous contacts. This one in particular that had given them the mansion and property for their cause. This morning Andras was already busy with work, and handing out orders to get operations into the city. They needed an in, to be knowledgable of the government and what their plans might be next for them or any other supernaturals still holed up within their premise, hoping to be unnoticed. Just as he turned the corner, a flustered guard bumped into him. Obviously he had meant to find Andras, considering he jumped right into whatever message he was sent with. "S-sir! There's a lady that is here to see you. She said her name was ah... Marcelle? I t-think that was her name... I wasn't entirely p-paying a-attention as much..." The name struck the demon and he turned, glancing left and right. He hadn't seen Trixie this morning... perhaps she was still asleep. Best to get this over with now. "Show me to her."


Jade, this morning, had found herself not wanting to get out of bed. The slightest sleep still plagued at her bones, and fatigue was becoming more emphasized in the witch. For the last two days she had been plagued with nightmares, riddling her everytime she closed her eyes in hopes of finding peace. But no such thing came her way, and there was certainly no potion that would automatically shoo away the dreams that terrified her. They were meshed within recent memories, of what transpired in the prison, of what could have happened if she not escaped. It was unnerving and all she could do last night was lay awake, listening to the next heavy down pour of rain. Soon it would snow, once the storms passed over. Which brought her to the various corners of rebels, they wanted to know how they can prepare and, just in case, how would they escape in the snow if the government personnel found them? A tired groan bubbled out of her mouth and she rolled over onto her stomach, nestling her head into the pillows that were adorned on her mattress.

 

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Trixie shifted in the large bed, her arms absently searching for the body she'd come so used to having beside her. When she couldn't locate the warmth, her eyes finally cracked open and she groaned softly. "Why didn't he wake me?" she mumbled softly, tucking her arms under her and pushing herself up so that she was sitting, her knees drawn under her. She had been laying on her stomach. She lifted her arms over her head, stretching herself and yawning widely. The sheer teddy that clung to her form sliding easily over her skin, the marks that had been from her unfortunate disappearance yellowing and fading. New ones had been placed, some over old marks Burk had made that were in more visible places than others. She climbed from the bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor and sending a shiver down her spine. "Wonder what he's up to." she mused absently as she moved to locate some clothing. She still hadn't told anyone outside of Andras about her wings, politely declining offers to go flying with a few other rebels who had wings of their own. She had gotten back into her old ways of dressing after that first night she had been able to be physical with Andras again after her stint away, and it had seemed to somewhat help her heal from the trauma. Skin tight jeans that hugged her hips, the waist low enough it was in danger of showing more than what most probably wanted to see, and a halter top that was backless, save for a string that kept the front of the shirt from showing everything off. She fixed the pixie cut of her hair so that it spiked in almost a bedhead fashion. When she was finished primping and polishing, she headed out of the room, and for the cafeteria. She'd grab some breakfast, and maybe see if she couldn't locate her lover in the process.





Maddox balanced the trays of food he carried so that he could lightly knock, and then enter into Jade's room, smiling. "I brought breakfast!" he chimed lightly, moving over to set the trays down. "And even some coffee." he grinned, the steaming mugs precariously balanced on the trays. He moved them quickly to make sure none of the food knocked them over, and then lightly plopped onto the edge of the bed beside Jade. He could tell by how she lay that she was still tired, and he knew it was difficult for her. He reached out and gently brushed his hand over a shoulder, "You know I'd sleep in here beside you if you need, Jade. You're exhausted." he said softly, concern for the witch lining his words. "Is everything okay? You seem to only be getting more and more tired lately." he frowned, his eyebrows knitting together in worry.

 

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With vast, long strides Andras entered the secluded room, once upon a time a interrogation office for prisoners of war. The messenger hesitated, seemingly distracted by the woman's appearance, and then he reluctantly excused himself. There, perched upon the loose metal table, legs crossed, sat a brunette. Her tresses were loose and wavy, brushing around her shoulders. Her dress showed too much of skin, let alone her chest. At the sight of Andras she regained herself, sliding off of from the table surface to totter on her heels. A grin broke out onto her features, sweetly sly, and she threw her arms around the man. "My raven!" She cooed, a startled noise arising from the demon. "Dear, how have you been? Poorly I bet." She pulled away, and cupped her hands to his face. "You'll have some excitement in your life now, I assure you that much." She chided in a drawling matter, her words thick with a sense of hidden sensuality. A suggestiveness that made Andras blink and then, surprisingly, flustered. He pried away her grasping hands and slid his feet backwards. "Mari -- ... Marcelle," he corrected. "What are you doing here?"


Her full lips curled at his evident rejection and she sighed dejectedly, curling her fingers around a loose strand of hair. "Mm... well, a little birdie told me you were in need of help with your rebellion. I think I could help you, Andras. I have contacts that you're in dire need of. Trust me, sweetheart. They can help... plus I've really been missing you..."


Jade lifted her bleary gaze to register Maddox into her gaze as he slipped into her room, balancing two trays within his grasp. She didn't adjust her position, merely shifted aside so there was enough room for the ex-politican to sit. Though, the smell of coffee did rouse some of her senses awake. A shiver ran through the witch as his hand came to brush across the skin of her shoulder, the witch propping her chin upon the pillows. "Mm... it's tempting. But I don't want to disturb your sleep too, Doxie... it's just nightmares. They're strong... and terrifying." Her voice wavered slightly, and then she pulled herself up with an amount of reluctance. She stared at the food with consideration. "They've become more... alive. Darker. As if it's not just a dream and more like reality. I don't like it..." she complained bitterly and reached for a steaming cup of coffee.

 

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Trixie frowned when she didn't spot Andras in the cafeteria, and momentarily assumed he was with Jade, curious about what, but quickly shoving the thought away. It had only been recently that he had shared there was some secretive promise that had been made centuries ago between the two of them, and she had resolved not to think about the details. Andras had professed love for her, and that had all that mattered to the nephilim. She smiled and greeted those who said hello to her, grabbing a small portion of food and settling in a seat surrounded by some friends so that she could eat. Once she had finished there, she passed the off comment if anyone had seen where Andras had gone, one mentioning something about a flustered guard, and one of the old military interrogation rooms. Trixie was curious about what was going on, so she excused herself and headed for the corridor that held the doors to the old rooms, curious about which one Andras might be located within. "Basic?" she decided to call, wondering if he would even have heard her.





The dark haired man's brows pulled together in a look of concern, taking a slow breath before releasing it just as slowly. "Jade. It wouldn't bother me one bit." he said, for another countless time, sighing softly. "You're so stubborn." he chuckled, shaking his head as he moved his hand from her shoulder to grab his own cup of coffee. "I'm here to help, all you have to do is ask." he said as he brought the cup to his lips and sipped carefully. After a short pause in the conversation, he grinned as an idea came to mind. "Why don't we go for a walk today? The rain has stopped for the moment. It'd be good to get out and about. Stretch out legs." he smiled, "Andras and Trixie should be fine watching this place for a couple hours, right?" he mused, raising an eyebrow.

 

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"And how exactly could I -- we, as a rebellion, gain from your contacts?" Andras prompted, as he settled his crossed arms against his chest. He wanted to presume the look of consideration but yet, within him, he couldn't help but be cautious with her toying temptation of an offer. With Marcelle it was never that simple. She always had to gain something out of it, some weighing benefit for her. Perhaps that was too a problem in the rest of her kind.


"Armory, supply of consistent food, guards, and a whole set of properties you could choose from." The brunette emphasized with a sweetened smile. "Everything that you've been needing. Everything that Jade has been hoping you get a hold of. Don't want to disappoint your little witch now do you, Andras?" Reaching out, her fingers brushed across his jawline and traced upwards to his cheeks. "No one need know who's it coming from." There was a pause in their conversation, however, as Trixie's voice was registered by both supernaturals. She lifted her brows, "Basic? If I'm not mistaken... that sounds like a pet name. Oh, I have to see who you've picked up now."


"Marcelle --... no!" Andras flung himself after the sultry woman, to only stop in the now open doorway. Marcelle flashed a sneer to the nephlim, "Hello, dear. Looking for my raven?"


"I am stubborn," Jade grumbled against her mug as she gingerly sipped at the coffee, the caffeine bringing some energy to her body. As well as warming her up in this dull weather. "Is that a bad thing?" She questioned to herself, then released an outward sigh. Her gaze casted aside to peer at Maddox, a sense of consideration passing across her features, and she shifted her body to be a tad bit closer to him. "Then, if you won't be bothered by it, can you sleep in my bed tonight?" She questioned, as her eyes turned away briefly. She feeling like a lonesome child who needed someone close to them. Her fingers bent further around the mug and she listened as he proposed an idea of a walk. "Mm... they should be fine if we went out and stretched our legs. Plus I don't see the bad in the idea. Gives me a chance to clear my head... when were you thinking of going? Right after we eat or...?"

 

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Trixie blinked, slightly startled by the sudden appearance of a woman, brunette and beautiful. She registered her words, and then caught sight of Andras in an open doorway. What's he doing in there with her? She thought curiously, an awkward knit in her brows over her statement of calling Andras her raven. She straightened herself, and placed her usual content look on her features. "Actually, I was looking for my lover." she stated calmly, projecting as much confidence as she could into her words, knowing them to be true. She strode toward them, her eyes locked with the woman's. When she neared, they switched to address Andras, a small, tender smile sliding into place before being replaced with her usual sly smirk that radiated playfulness. She stepped around the woman, sauntering over to the doorway where he stood. "Hey, Basic. Missed you for breakfast." she said lightly, leaning against the door frame. Her entire posture of course radiated that she had affection, and a kind of claim, to the demon she now spoke to. Of course her mind had other things in motion, but she wasn't going to focus on them at this moment. "I just wanted to know what we were doing today, or if you and Jade had something you needed to take care of." she said with a smile, "I was thinking about sneaking back to town and maybe checking out a few things." she shrugged, hooking her thumbs in her back pockets.


Maddox chuckled as the ginger haired witch agreed in her stubbornness, shaking his head 'no' in response to her questioning if it was bad or not. He grabbed one of the doughnuts off the tray, taking a hefty bite while she mulled over his offer for a walk into the woods. When he swallowed, he followed it with a drink of the coffee before answering. "It would be my pleasure to sleep in here tonight." he grinned, chuckling lightly. "As for when, I'll leave that up to you. Whenever you feel ready." he said with a smile as he bit into the doughnut again. He watched Jade out of his peripheral, a content feeling in his chest that she had finally relented to let his presence be near, and he silently hoped that would at least dull the nightmares for her. He desperately wanted her to get some rest, knowing the fatigue and tiredness affected her daily activities. Which also affected her willingness to do much of anything. The ex-politician had taken it upon himself, since Andras was kept busy with being the second in command as well as with Trixie, to help keep Jade from burying herself in work and books. Which was harder than he had originally thought, to the amusement of the demon who knew Jade far better.

 

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Marcelle settled a smile upon the curve of her mouth, seemingly satisfied with the notion that she had at least startled the nephlim. Though, it wasn't enough to keep the emotion embedded into her. She inclined her shoulder to the right, bumping it against the demon's arm. "You found another feisty one. Am I right, Andry?" She prompted with a teensy smirk, drawling a bit too much on the supposed nickname. Andras casted his eyes aside to skewer a silencing glare in her direction. Then he registered his gaze onto Trixie. He sighed, and relented, leaning his arms outwards to incline her into a brief hug. "I'm sorry, princess. Got sidetracked with business." He offered as an apology and a surmised excuse for his absence. He tilted his head sideways, a silent notion for Marcelle to get going.


"Right, anyways," she began, "I hope you have an answer for me soon, my raven. In the meantime, I think I'll stay. Find a room to board in." She turned aside, averting her crisp gaze of blue to peer at Trixie with the sense of a sneer. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Trixie." With that said, the Succubus pivoted and sauntered off to seek an empty bedroom and perhaps another guard to toy with.


Jade reached outwards and plucked off one of the donuts from her seperate tray. She bit into the chocolate frosting that coated the surface, and chewed on it before washing the bite down with coffee. "Thank you, Doxie." She murmured, setting her head against his shoulder. She sighed sleepily, evident that fatigue was still clinging to the witch. "I guess we could go after we eat. I need to wake up and get going anyways." Another breath discharged from her mouth and she cupped her hands further around the mug, slumping further down against the side of the ex-politician. Her eyes blearily stared at the window, the curtains drawn aside to reveal the sun that was trying to peak through the dark clouds outside. Another dull day it seemed.

 

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Trixie bristled slightly as the woman drawled out a nickname for Andras, though she smiled and returned the brief hug offered to her. "Answer?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow as the woman sauntered off, her eyes narrowing into a small glare before she turned back to Andras when she disappeared around a corner. She smiled, settling a hand on her hip, the other reaching out and playfully tugging on the hem of Andras' shirt. "You didn't answer my question." she mused, a playful pout on her lips, cocking her head to the side. "You've been busy a lot lately." she pouted, stepping close to him, her chest puffed out as she leaned into him. "Have you missed me?" she asked, a smirk pulling the pout off her lips.





The ex-politician smiled, turning his head sideways to place a small kiss on the top of her head before lifting his coffee cup to his lips again and taking a drink. "Or maybe we should hermit ourselves inside, and you can take a nap." he chuckled, teasing her lightly. He popped the last bite of his doughnut into his mouth, chewing as he, too, stared out the window. "Bleary day. Staying in bed with you is just looking better and better." he chuckled after he had swallowed the bite of food before reaching for another.

 

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Andras had his gaze briefly pinned upon Marcelle's swaying form as she turned the corner, disappearing from his vision. Then he was drawn back to the present, looking towards Trixie. He paused, and abruptly stepped forward, briefly unbalanced, before he regained himself. "Uh huh. The real question though, sweetheart, is have you missed me?" He asserted with a tone of teasing, his hands reaching outwards once more to grip her by the waist and draw her against him. His eyes eased along the revealing cleavage line that presented itself, known and evident in his peripheral vision. "As for your answer... I don't have much to do as of today. Jade isn't up and didn't schedule anything for today either. At least to my knowledge. Why? Would you like me to head out into town with you?"


The ginger tress witch stirred slightly at his pressed kiss and she shifted, tilting her head upwards to peer at him. "It's such a tempting idea... but I would rather not. If I sleep all day, I won't get anything productive done. If we walk, I can wake up, collect my thoughts, and then bury myself under today's duties." She asserted with a little sigh that bubbled out of her mouth. Jade stretched out her legs, curling her toes, and then relaxed the muscles. She sipped at her coffee, "Snow will be coming soon... once these storms pass, we'll have to deal with the inevitable cold. Heater has to get fixed and firewood will be needed. We can collect some branches during our walk."

 

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Trixie blinked for a split moment, just barely catching Andras' eyes lingering on the retreating woman, but the thoughts that attempted to surface were pushed down as his hands found her waist. She settled her arms around his neck loosely, "I wouldn't have come to find you if I didn't, Basic." she mused, smirking. She thought for a moment, making a cute show of the expression on her face while she did, her hips twisting slightly in his grip, taunting. She hummed in thought, studying his face for a moment, and then the smirk was back on her lips. "It's been ages since we've been to your bar. Care to buy me a drink?" she asked, lifting onto her toes slightly and leveling her lips near his ear. "I could wear that dress you like." she whispered softly to him.





Maddox sighed, but chuckled, "Then I guess I'll just have to live with waiting until tonight." he sighed in mock dejection, but shook his head. "Yeah. While you're busy with paper work, I'll get back out there and continue splitting those logs I keep getting dumped with." he chuckled, "It'll give me something to do at least." he shrugged. He continued in comfortable silence while he ate and finished the coffee.

 

[QueenofDorks]

All of Andras' undivided attention found it's way to be focused solely on Trixie in this very moment. A sneering smirk of his own pried at his mouth, and he gave her hips the slightest squeeze. "My, my. You're laying down the taunting and teasing real thick today, princess. Did Marcelle make you that jealous?" He questioned, brows lifting in the utmost playfulness. Though, however, his own teasing faltered as she found her way to her tippy toes and leveled her mouth to his ear, promising the most wonderful thing; her sporting his favorite dress. "Y-yes," he choked outwards, stammering slightly. He regained himself after a moment, clearing his throat. "I would love to see that, Trix. You sporting off your lovely curves... mm. Not that your outfit you're wearing today isn't appealing. Still certainly an eye gazer..."


"Sorry, Doxie. But sleep won't be coming for me anytime soon. Unless I can actually manage to get a little bit of shut eye tonight but... I rather doubt that." Jade admitted as she adjusted the mug in her hands. She chomped down on the rest of her donut and found another from the tray, this time a glazed. Just as she had gone to bite into the pastry, she heard he slightest tap on the glass window. Perched outside, on the sill, was Kieran. The same sparrow/constructed shadow spirit that had been given to the witch as a parting gift from her father. Gingerly, she set aside the cup of coffee and half eaten donut, gathering herself up. She strode across the room, and heaved open the window. Without a moment's hesitation it flew in and fluttered atop her shoulder with a shrill tone of a chirp. One she tiredly returned as she settled back upon the bed with an exhaled sigh, her fingers working over the top of the sparrow's head.