{The Rebellion}

[QueenofDorks]

Marcelle pressed further into the darkening shade that the alcove offered. Rouge colored lips skewered together in a feline smirk at his prowling steps. But there was always a stumble, a pause in his slinking movements. The murmured words of protest against the old soul that warred within him. So Maddox still suffered from the side comments of Edwin. Still battling at a soul that was beginning to emerge from confinements, battling against an invisible force that wanted control. She suppressed laughter. This was quite the entertainment.


Icy swirling depths of her eyes surveyed his slow form, watching as he ambled by. As if trying to pinpoint where exactly his lover had slipped off to. She emerged from the indented corner of the hall and, feet sliding across wooden floor, silent as a cat, she caught him from behind. Hands curled around and pressed against his eyes, shielding his sight. Her breath warmed his ear. "I'm right here, Dox," she murmured, amusement lacing and twisting in her voice.


Freshly cut, and adorn in a pressed leather jacket, tattered shirt, and tight jeans, Andras emerged from their shared bedroom. Down he went, his feet gliding across the abstract tiling of the old military base. He uttered brief goodbyes to rebels and ordered the guards on alert in his absence. Then he was out, striding from the vast metal doors and into the chilly autumn air. Wind snatched at the trees overhead and his breath became apparent in the night air. A toothy grin curved his mouth and he popped open the front door of the mustang, sliding into the leather interior they offered. "Told you I'd be only a little while," he purred softly to Trixie.

 

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Maddox couldn't help the heat that rose in him when her arms slid around him and his sight was covered, yet there was something off. He'd never smelled the perfume before, and he took a deep breath. "That's a new smell. You've been hiding out on me?" he asked with a light teasing response, though the other voice in his head screamed that this wasn't Jade. 'Shut it. That's her voice!' he silently responded, a dull throbbing feeling beginning in his head. "You're been far more playful that you've ever been. Did I do something good?" he joked warmly, groping backwards with his hands to reach for who he thought was Jade.


Trixie's eyes focused on Andras as soon as he became visible, a small smile playing on her lips. "Mm... Sexy." she purred, reaching over run her fingers over the leather of his jacket. She pulled her hand back into her lap, smirking, "Let's go. I've been waiting ages for this night." she giggled warmly. "Think the place won't blow up without us?" she tacked on with a light tease as her eyes studied Andras. She had found herself watching him more and more, drawn to the demon in a way she hadn't been before. Ever since those shared moments where they finally deepened themselves to each other on a far more emotional level that just the physical love they shared together.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Marcelle felt his reaching hands, felt the way they tried to grasp at her body. Her warm hands remained plastered over his eyes, firm and unmoving. Lips descended upon the nape of his neck, slow and roving. "Mm... I thought you deserved some time to relax. To feel some... pleasure." The words were breathy and sultry. None of that of Jade; the witch was rather hesitant when it came to things, never bold or broad with seduction. She usually fumbled for a flirt or something to muse on her desires. The Succubus bared her feline smirk like a trophy and her hands slowly slipped away, daring him to turn and catch her. To see her for who she truly was.


Andras eyed her wandering fingers, reveling in the way her mouth curved and taunted him with her notable smirk. A grumbling growl emitted from the depths of his throat. The keys of the sports car were tucked into the ignition and the demon twisted them, the engine roaring to life with a sputtered snarl. "The place will be fine," he chided. "Everyone will live while we're out on a date." The word was foreign to him - date. A concept he understood but never quite participated in. Till now. Who knew that a minx like Trixie could ensure him, capture him and his heart? He didn't quite foresee it. But here he was, seated in a car, heading out from the base and onto the first ever date the lovers were about to have.

 

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Of course as soon as the hands lowered, Maddox swirled around, his arms grabbing the body that had stood behind him and pulling her close. Only when his focus registered the face he now looked at did he freeze. His hands dropped, and he took a step back. "Wait. You're not..." he started, eyes clearly showing startle and possibly fear. Edwin beat against his mind as if to say he had warned him, and the pounding in his skull worsened. "Why're.... you....?" he started, confused, "Where's Jade?" he asked, clearly unable to focus on what exactly he wished to say. He raised a hand and pressed his palm against his temple in hopes to quell the growing pain. He saw nothing wrong with the woman who stood before him, yet Edwin was screaming that she was dangerous to men. Jade hadn't said anything about her either, which meant she wasn't worried about her, or so he assumed.


Trixie laughed warmly at his comment, nodding, "Oh, I'm sure. I've come to care for many of them like family, I can't help it." she sighed, shaking her head. She reached over to place her hand on his thigh as he drove, the contact comforting. "Anyway, this is our date. I won't worry myself over nothing." she stated with resolve, almost as if she were talking to herself. "So!" she chimed, turning her full attention to Andras. "What do you have planned for our date? You better impress me." she teased, smirking at the demon.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Delight broke out onto Marcelle's features, reveling in the startling expression that consumed the man's face. Knowing that she had tricked him, lured him along, was quite a high for the Succubus. Plump red lips curled into a taunting pout as she felt his arms leave her waist, his warmth no longer present and pressed against her. "Jade isn't quite here. Probably buried underneath work and grimoires." Heels slide forward and the Succubus leaned in, her fingers gingerly brushing across the splayed hand that rested at his temple. As if warding off pain from the old soul that didn't quite enjoy her presence. Her smooth features dissipated into feigned concern. "I can help you with the pain," she offered, voice low and swaying. "I can soothe his voice for a little while. Just enough so you can be free of his nagging." Her fingers tilted and dwindled down from his head, across the side of his cheek, and down to rest at his jawline.


A hum of approval slipped past parted lips as Trixie's hand descended upon his thigh, resting there. Her touch warm and delicate at once to the demon. Andras pressed lightly on the gas pedal, allowing the mustang to boost into speed as they traveled the loose and crumpled form of the old road that winded out from the forest and back into the outskirts of the city. The scenery swept by rapidly in blur of night and looming trees and glowing eyes of alert animals. He tilted his gaze enough off of the road to peer at the nephlim with a playful twinkle in his orange hues. "Well," he began, voice low, "I have a lot planned for us. First dinner at one of the best Italian places. Then drinks at The Crow, catch up to see if anything new has happened there. Then... dessert at the Mason Hotel." His teeth bared together in a grin. "Our room has already been paid for the night ahead of us, princess. You're going to be thoroughly impressed."

 

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Maddox flinched as he felt her fingers against his skin, an argument came to mind against her words of Jade, but faded just as quickly as her fingers traced down the side of his face to rest on his jaw. The offer to help stop the pain, to quiet Edwin for even a moment seemed to enthrall the human. Which also sent Edwin into a panic, and Maddox yelped as the throbbing seemed to grow worse. "Anything..." he bit out, as if fighting a sob. "Make it stop... it hurts..." he pleaded softly, squeezing his eyes closed as he fought against the pounding pain. He could hear his heart beat in his skull, and it terrified him. He hadn't learned much about being a reincarnate, but he knew enough to remember Jade had mentioned something about his soul splitting would be horribly bad. "Why won't this stop?" he whimpered, stumbling slightly into the Succubus. As if without his knowledge, his free hand lifted to rest on her waist, an effort to seek comfort from the pain.


Trixie grinned slyly as she listened to his words, a shiver of excitement running along her spine. "Italian? Hmm. Good tastes." she noted, "And it's been a while since we had drinks." she added, her eyes turning to look out at the passing scenery. Her mind having a hard time focusing on any singular moment to be more excited about. "And a room? At the Mason, even?" she smirked, "Fancy." she teased lightly. "I believe I'll be impressed, though I'll hold off final judgement until later." she noted, the playful tone still fully in place as she spoke. She could only hope that nothing went wrong this night.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The Succbus had him. Maddox was wrapped around her finger. Perhaps not all the way but he would soon. Once he realized how much pain she could ease and twist into the slightest pleasure, the slightest relief, he would be her's. Marcelle reveled in the thought. Her fingers alighted across his face, both hands cupping on either side. "The battle of souls is a painful one," she murmured, her voice low and lulling. Her tone similar to that of a swaying lullaby to soothe a crying child. She allowed his touch, allowed herself to even lean in and brush her forehead against his. "Ignore him."


It wasn't even an offer of a suggestion. It was a command, filled with such a direct tone. Her manipulation was setting in, icy blue hues glowing with every word that loosened from her mouth. "Forget the pain he brings. Forget the voice that throbs at the back of your mind. He doesn't own you. You are not Edwin."


"Hon," Andras began, chin tilted and brows raised, "you're going to be impressed regardless. We both know that." He lifted one hand from the steering wheel and, gingerly, he gripped her fingers poised against his thigh. "No need to be playful and make me question my plans for our night out." In a sensually slow movement he raised the tips of her fingers to his mouth, pressing a softened kiss to each one. Then he released them and returned to the wheel, as if he hadn't just enticed the nephlim with his own teasing.

 

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Maddox felt as thought his head was going to explode, his chest seeming to follow suit as it constricted in pain. He forced his eyes open, partly in surprise of the direct tone she used when she told him to ignore Edwin. Though he couldn't help his gaze being caught by the succubi's eyes as they seemed to glow. His head swam slightly, the pain seemed to come to a climax. It caused the human to nearly scream, at one moment clinging to the Succubus, and at another he was almost shoving her away as if to escape. His knees buckled and he hit the floor, clutching at both head and chest. Memories flooded his mind's eyes, first were memories he had never experienced. Memories of Jade, and a child. Memories that were Edwin's. Painful memories that Maddox couldn't help but be hurt by. Then came Maddox's own memories.


When he was a child, loved by his mother and father. Schoolboy memories, and then the memories of when his father began to form him into the heir of his family. The strain, and heartache of his father becoming distant and more strict on his actions. The fights he could sometimes hear his parents in. His mother's constant consoling. Then the memory of his disownment after meeting Jade. His mother's death and funeral that he wasn't even able to attend. All because he had fallen in love with a Witch. A rational part of his mind told him it wasn't Jade's fault. Again, his chest flared with pain. He could hear himself biting back the screams of pain. He felt like he was ripping apart. His mind shattered, and for a moment, he was still and quiet. His breathing was heavy, but otherwise he seemed alright. Then he lifted his gaze to the Succubus, his dark eyes cold and clearly those of a boy raised to be a hard government man. He carefully stood, keeping his calculated eyes on the woman who stood before him. "Good evening. I don't believe we've met." he purred, a smile forming on his lips.


~~


Trixie couldn't contain her laugh, nodding to Andras' words. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you doubt your plans." she said, smiling warmly at the demon. She gently squeezed his hand in apology just before he kissed each finger softly, and let her hand rest once more on his thigh when he let go. A shiver had passed over her spin from the action, gooseflesh rising on her skin from excitement. She took a slow breath, and released it as her eyes turned from Andras and back to the world that flew by outside. A memory slid to the forefront of her mind, causing her smile to falter for only a moment. She shook herself slightly, hoping Andras wouldn't notice. I trust him. Why do those memories pop up in such inopportune times? She silently thought, shoving the memory back to it's dark corner in her mind. She wasn't going to let her traumatic event ruin her evening with Andras. She turned her gaze back to the demon, letting her eyes trace over his features once again, letting him be her distraction to keep her mind from unlocking a door that she knew would ruin this night.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Every uttered painful scream rattled the Succubus' bones. Every gasp of heavy breath, every minuscule whimper that would slip practically acknowledged that the memories, and Edwin, were tearing this human apart. It was a grimacing sight that ensnared Marcelle's interest. Even if she did get briefly get caught up in the middle of his reeling fight for his mind, suddenly being gripped in his hands before stumbling back in a shove; no doubtingly a reaction from the Witch's former lover. He didn't want Maddox to fall prey to a vixen like. But who said that he had to be apart of it? Who said that he could order the poor human soul around? Oh, no, she wouldn't let such a weakling of a man fall into his former life's personality.


But it seemed she didn't have to interfere. The halls collapsed into silence, save for Maddox's heavy breathing. He rose up, suddenly powerful and strong and clearly not the man she had encountered. This, this man before her, was the real Maddox. Political man. Calculating and prowling. Ready to pounce and use any revealing weaknesses. Her mouth curled, replicating his own smile. "We may not have met but it's certainly a pleasure." She extended out a slender hand, offering it to him in an expecting manner for Maddox to take it. "What's your name, handsome?"


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Scrabbling feet issued outside Jade's office, a sound the Witch registered before, abruptly, the door swung inwards. A guard appeared in the doorway, red faced and panting. Also displaying a disgruntled countenance that alluded to the annoyance of his informal appearance. As if he didn't desire to be here at this very moment. From over papers and stacked grimoires, Jade stared dumbly at the rebellion guard. "May I help you?"


"There's been a disturbance in the southern corridor; screaming has been heard. Some believe it belongs to your human."


Icy cold fear slipped into her veins, embedding her in place. Then in a swift movement she scraped her chair back, and scrambled past the guard. Down the hall she went, urged on adrenaline and fear. Hoping that nothing had come to harm upon Maddox.


--


Within 20 minutes they were rolling up to the expectant Italian restaurant. A neon sign, displaying the Italy flag, flashed out the letters to the notable place. It was considerably small looking, having an old rustic appearance. There was outdoor eating arrangements already occupied by other customers, perhaps nobles and citizens alike. Despite being a hole in the wall place, it was severely packed. Andras quietly thanked himself for making the early reserve for a secluded booth. He climbed from the leather interior of the mustang after pulling the keys from the ignition and pressing a softly applied kiss to Trixie's cheek. His feet swaggered around the car, rounding to her side of the passenger which he opened, and then, offered her his hand. "Ready to be treated like royalty tonight, princess?"

 

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The cold smile of a politician responded to the woman’s actions as her hand extended toward him. He gently took it, bending just enough to lightly brush his lips against her hand in a rather chivalrous manner, but clearly flirting. “Maddox O’Conner, and might I pry the name of the goddess herself who stands before me?” he asked, his voice low and sensuous, a lustful growl hinting behind his words. He stood straighter than he used to, poised and all but stiff in his posture. His eyes glanced around where they stood at the dankness of the corridor, “And pray tell why you’d be here of all places?” he added, a light chuckle escaping him over the furnishings and lighting.


--


The Nephilim smiled as she took Andras’ hand and climbed from the car with his help. His words made her flush a faint tint of pink, a sensual smirk lighting on her lips as her eyelids fluttered half closed in a flirtatious kind of look. “More than ever, my knight.” She teased softly, looping an arm around Andras’ as they walked from the car to the restaurant. Her eyes cast over the place, the lights seeming to almost dance in them. She had been her numerous times before she had come across the demon and the rebellion, though she fought away the memories, not wanting to spoil her evening. It was a constant battle, but one she willingly put up with because she had finally found her place with a man.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Pleasure danced up from the very hand he has bestowed a kiss upon, soft but underlining twisting sensuality. Marcelle appraised him with hunger and undeniable yearning. The human had changed into a much charming man. This version she quite enjoyed. One she would be able to relate more to, compared to the feeble Maddox that denied his parentage and connection to his father. Too soft and endearing. This Maddox was cavernous and no doubtingly cruel underneath his current flirting persona.


"Marcelle," she crooned. "My name is Marcelle. Remember it, darling Maddox. I can appease a lot of men." Her hand slowly withdrew, far from his coddling grasp. "I would ask you that same thing. I came upon you, hidden among the darkness. As if you were alone and brooding." Her mouth grew wider, embedding into an offering smirk. "I can always keep you company." As if on cue, after her suggestive, curling words, the sounds of footsteps drew upon them. Jade's dress billowed behind her, the witch breathless, and aching to find the reincarnate of Edwin.


"Maddox!" She shrilled out, pausing and twisting and pivoting amongst the hallway. "Mad--" His name died in her throat. The fair ginger haired woman bore her eyes upon the two close forms of the Succbus and the human. Her chest heaved with her cry and she stumbled forward, hands out to pry away the luscious brunette from the complying Maddox.


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"Thought so," Andras cooed, the demon assuring that both of their arms were locked together. With them safely upon the sidewalk, and the car firmly locked, they ascended towards the restaurant. He led the way, his feet gliding across fallen leaves and pavement growing crisp with the spiraling frost of the night. Niceties loosened from his mouth as their hostess for the night greeted them upon entering. She led them past spread out tables that were already occupied, legs striding to the back where, after going through a single door, opened up to a small room with a table arrangement. Overhead, however, the ceiling opened up into a glass window -- vastly wide and revealing the glittering stars that danced across the sky, the looming moon that glinted yellow light. "If you need anything just call," the hostess chided softly.

 

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Maddox blinked a few times, pondering her words, before his tongue passed over his lips in a thoughtful manner, his eyes once again roving the dark hall. "Marcelle. Such a lovely name." he commented, his eyes casting over her form, a smirk coming to his lips. "I have no doubt you can appease men as you say." he said with a soft chuckle. His further response was cut short as he heard another voice calling out his name. A twinge of pain struck his skull, as if something battered against a wall, trying to break clear. His hands reached out without notice, catching Jade as she stumbled to pry him away from Marcelle. He fixed his cold gaze on the witch, "How is it you know my name?" he demanded carefully, his voice hard and cold.


~~


Trixie followed quietly as they walked, enjoying the closeness in which their arms were twined. When they entered the restaurant, she let her gaze wander the place. It was quaint, and endearing, yet also romantic. She followed Andras and the hostess to the room where their table sat waiting, keeping her surprise at the secluded table to herself. It was usually difficult to gain this private table, if her memory served her correctly. She smiled sweetly to the hostess as she took her seat, "Well. A private table." she started, her eyes falling to Andras, a smirk forming on her lips, her eyes dancing mischievously. "It's beautiful." she commented, looking to the glass ceiling that allowed them to see the night sky. Momentarily, she felt her chest squeeze as the painful memories of flight came to her, but she shoved them back quickly.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jade's face was tilted, blue eyes wide and focused upon the countenance she had grown to love. Her breath stumbled and stilled, hands withdrawing from this stranger that stood in front of her. Maddox's coldness chilled her, the witch appraising this human, this reicarnate that once bore the similarities of her Edwin. Trembling lips parted then closed, she evidently mulling over the storm of thoughts that rained in her head. "Maddox," she tried again, voice breaking and squeaking. "It's me, Jade. Don't fall prey to this vixen's manipulation."


Marcelle aligned a hand out, brushing her dainty fingers across Maddox's elbow and to his arm. Thoughtful eyes appraised the distraught ginger. A quiet tut emerged from her sullen mouth, "It's not of my manipulation, darling. He just finally decided which soul he wanted to embrace; which side of the coin. There's nothing to be done here."


A strangled cry emerged from Jade's throat. Trembling and shaking, wavering and pausing, she slid her feet backwards. The tongue in her mouth was dead, unsure how to properly form the words that screamed in her mind. That, no, this couldn't be happening! No, her Maddox was still there; somewhere within this stranger. Tears welled and rised in the corners of her eyes, expectant to fall.


--


Andras's mouth spread wide to accommodate his amused grin. He swept his hands forward, cupping the side of the nephlim's face. "I chose it," he murmured, referring to the room lit by the light of the moon and the candles that aligned the walls, "because it reminded me of you. A star amidst the darkness of my world. That, eventually overtime, brought light into my heart to finally love." His lips brushed affectionally across her brow, endearing and gentle. His heavy boots scraped back, pulling free from the warmth her body had to offer. He loosened a chair from the table arrangement and held it out for her, only pushing it in once she had been seated.

 

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Maddox's cold gaze remained on the witch, the pain seeming to continue to grow once again. His lips pressed thin, he didn't know what to make of the situation that was unfolding. A hand lifted to his temple as the pain continued to rise once again, only this time it seemed that he was a little more controlled. His face folded into one of pain as he fought off the pain. Jade. Jade. He-help me... The thought was faint, and each word throbbed in his head. "Damn. What the hell?" he snapped, stumbling back a moment as flashes of light flooded his sight. He caught his breath, and for a moment when his eyes opened once again, they were back to his old self, looking at Jade with a pleading expression. In only mere moments, they glazed back over and became cold and distant once more.


His gaze turned from Jade to Marcelle as he straightened himself and cleared his throat. "So. That's what this is about." he chuckled, rubbing his temples. "So, this Edwin... He wants to be the dominate." he muttered as if to himself. "Well, that's no matter. I was bred a politician. I won't be bought so easily." he stated to himself before offering his arm to Marcelle. "Shall we be off? It would appear my other half wishes to be with her, and I can't have that." he said warmly, his voice back to it's velvety softness.


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She smirked, leaning into the affection showed by Andras for a moment before taking her seat. "I should have known you had such a romantic side." she teased lightly, though his words had turned her cheeks crimson. She lifted a hand to brush the small tear that had formed at the corner of her eye in response to not only his words, but the memories of flight that she had fought off. "Sorry." she said softly, and straightened herself. She rested her elbow on the edge of the table, her eyes focused on the man that sat before her. "I'm never that good with words." she said with a touch of envy, smiling warmly at him.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Just for a moment she saw him. Jade saw the flickering remembrance of Maddox, the old Maddox, the one she had a far more grasping understanding on. He was there, briefly. Twisting and pleading. Then he was gone. As if this stranger, this politician, clamped down on that persona and shoved him down, further within him that could not be quite reached. Pain alighted, throwing away the coldness that he caused her. She had lost her Maddox, her Edwin. This man controlled that old soul, and he surely wouldn't let it wriggle through once more. It would be too much of a nuisance. He was too enthralled in the Succubus beauty besides him.


She choked on several words before they loosened and wriggled free, doused in venom. "She'll prey on you like a wolf with a rabbit. Drain you of your lust and emotions. But play with you all the while. She turned you against me." Hurr crept into her tone at the sudden statement. But, shortly thereafter, was chided by Marcelle's drifting laughter. She slid a hand upon his arm, generously taking Maddox's proposed offer. Though alight and amused she may be, her ice colored eyes were steel. "He was drowning in pain. You should've seen him, Jade. Practically twisting about on the floor. He deserves to be free of what you want for him. It's due time he makes his own decisions rather be in the shadow of your former lover."


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The demon's facial features soon shrouded in reflexive concern. He reached across the table, and gripped her hands amongst the strong hold of his own. Perhaps it was too soon. Perhaps it wasn't the best to go out after the traumatic event his Trixie had to succumb to. She probably wasn't even ready, not even in the sated mind set. His fingers rolled gently over her thumb, caressing the soft skin that was there. "Trix," he began, voice soft and assuring, "we don't have to be out tonight. We can go back and have a little night in at the base. Whatever is comfortable for you." His orange hues reflected his worry for the nephlim, gaze pinned upon her hunched form. "You just need to let me know."

 

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Maddox paused at the words that passed between the witch and succubus, finding it interesting that even if it wasn't heartfelt that the woman, Marcelle, basically defended him. Though he was positive it was merely to jab at the ginger-haired woman. His gaze found Jade once again, "Perhaps being preyed upon is better than being loved for someone that I am, clearly, not." he said calmly, a cruelty passing through his eyes that had never been there before. "My prodginator was soft. He, in turn, made me soft. Perhaps if it weren't for being his reincarnate, I might not have lost my mother." he snapped, his words lashing out at the witch, his voice almost dripping with venom. These were real feelings of his, he rather hated his father even now and blamed that man for his mother's death. Yet it was clear that the only way to keep control was to keep Jade at a distance.


Again pain flared in his head and chest, "Oh god. Jade, I'm so sorry.... That's no---" came a voice that was full of anguish and pain, Maddox's eyes filling as a few tears spilled over his cheeks. Then with a wince, he was gone once again, and the cold politician reached up to wipe his face clean. "Let's go. I don't wish to dawdle any longer." he stated, and started walking with Marcelle once again. Leading the woman back to the only rooms that this Maddox knew the location of, his own.


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The brunette gave the demon a warm smile, her eyes dropping to their hands as she blinked a few times. After a moment, she took a deep breath and lifted her gaze back to him. "I'm alright, Andras. I promise." she said lightly, her hands gripping his in return. "I want to be out. I have to face the memories at some point, rather than stay cooped up inside all the time." she gave a light laugh, though there was a hint of sadness in it. She took another breath and let it out in a rush, "Which is why I'm glad I'm here with you." she smiled sweetly. "My dark knight to give me strength to face anything." she nodded, attempting to find some joke to add to the face he had always called her princess.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The politician's venomous words, vicious and cruel, pelted into the witch's heart. Her mouth grew dry and heavy, like it was filled with lead. Jade's face was pitched and upturned into that of gawking shock. Did this Maddox state the truth? Was it better to be preyed upon than loved for someone that he, in fact, was not? Had she fallen for him merely because of his connection to Edwin; his faintest of looks and personalities that were similar to that of her old flame? The sudden realization chilled her.


Moreover, a thought brewed and tempted her. Was she to blame for Maddox's mother's demise? Perhaps it could have been well prevented if if he had been there to begin with, rather, being exiled and forced to flee for his involvement in the rising rebellion. Perhaps she would still be alive and Maddox happily content; still living the double life of a heir politician and an informer to the supernatural cause. She couldn't quite breathe then. Not even as the old Maddox, the one that bore Edwin's persona, slipped through the cracks and uttered an apology. Not when tears were spilled but to then only to be wiped aside. Her reaction seemed to amuse Marcelle, the doting Succubus turning her head aside to watch her crumple against the wall and suffer in the abrupt change in her lover.


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Every moment and movement was watched by the demon before Trixie. Despite even her assurance, despite her kindly said words and notably saddened laughter, Andras' concern couldn't quite shake itself. Though he attempted to look at least sated with her answers. Even though his chest was brewing like a turmoil storm, ready to crack and rain hell upon that one person that should pay for the insecurities and scarring that laid awake inside of his nephlim. The thought of that person alone made him ground his teeth till he forced himself to relax. The decked out in leather man attempted a smile, wobbly and small as it was. "Your dark knight will give all the strength his princess needs to survive and be happy. Anything for her," he crooned slowly and softly, his thumb catching at her lip.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox's cold eyes watched the scene unfold with calculating... was that pleasure? The man scoffed after a moment, and turned away from Jade, continuing his journey to the only room he recalled the location of. "Come along, Marcelle. Let's leave her to her misery and enjoy ourselves." he chimed lightly, beckoning to the succubus when he reached the end of the hall. His eyes took one glance back at Jade, silently thankful that the darkness of the hall hid the flash of emotion in his eyes. He was finding it rather difficult to keep a firm hold on himself while in the witch's presence. That bothered the politician.


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The nephilim gazed at Andras, gathering her strength to continue the evening. She hadn't realized just how being out of the base would have such an affect on her. She didn't want to dampen this evening, and she was determined not to. "Andras, please." she said softly, raising a single hand to cup over the demon's outstretched one that was against her face. "Let's just push the sadness to the side. I want us to enjoy tonight." she said softly, turning her head to press a kiss to his palm. She pulled his hand from her face, still holding it tightly. "Thank you." she added after a moment, a small laugh escaping her. "It makes me all to happy to know you're there for me." she added, as if to explain the thanks she had given.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Marcella surveyed the fallen and distraught witch one last time. To see her unfocused and at a complete loss thrilled every inch of the Succbus. It reminded her of the thin, ragged form of the all powerful Jade that had been plastered all about newspaper in the details of her capture. A thought surfaced and bloomed; what if the woman could be exiled again? Perhaps ridden from the rebellion all together? Would her new found companion, the politic Maddox, help her in such a scheme? Perhaps not right away but with a few manipulating words and he'd obey every whim. A pleasing growl emitted from her lips.


Heels pivoted upon the hard wood flooring and she swayed back to the urging Maddox. Her mouth alighted with an enthusiastic smile, blue hues sparking in the sense of amusement. "I quite agree," she purred, all flirt and sultry. "Your room or mine, luv?"


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Andras breathed out his concern filled thoughts in a heavy sigh. The smile upon his lips faltered but managed to stay upright. His fingers clung against hers, gentle yet urgent. As if he let go she would crumble right before him. No, no more such lurking notions. It wasn't what Trixie wanted to begin with. He coaxed a broader grin upon his face, a struggle but one he overcame within minutes. His chair squeaked softly as he leaned across the decorated table arrangements and planted a kiss on the side of her cheek. "I'm always going to be here for you," he murmured, voice throaty and low. "That's a demon's promise. And surely you should know how special and rare those are, princess."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox chuckled softly, "Yours might be better. Memory serves, I don't have much in terms of furnishings." he sighed as they disappeared around the corner, leaving Jade to herself.


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Trixie nodded, feeling her cheeks warm, she could tell there were other thoughts behind his eyes. Fears that he shared with her, and she could only attempt to show him that those fears weren't needed. "I'll hold you to that, Basic." she spoke softly in response to his promise, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Only these were happy ones. She lifted a hand to brush them aside, laughing warmly. She sighed after a moment when the laughter died away, and focused once more on Andras. "Now, enough of this talk. There's plenty of time tonight and beyond tomorrow to make declarations of love." she said in a teasing manner, "Let's get back to focusing on the fact that we're supposed to be on a date." she finished, playfully poking the tip of her tongue out at the demon. She shoved the sadder thoughts to the back of her mind, focusing on the elated happiness that swelled in her chest that he had made her a demon's promise to be there for her.


"Can we get on to dinner? I'm starving!" she grinned, looking around for their waitress. "Not to mention I'll need all the energy I can get for later." she added as she glanced at Andras, remembering his description of how their night was going to end. Bound and determined, this night was going to be the best night she could remember. Well, next to the night when she and Andras first admitted their feelings. She wasn't sure there was ever going to be a time that made her happier. When finally someone came to take their order, she kept hers short and simple, though there was a moment when she caught the waitress curious if the nephilim could eat that much food. Yet Trixie's appetite had always been larger than her frame would have suggested, being that her metabolism was far more advanced than that of a humans.

 

[QueenofDorks]

With feline ease, Marcelle slipped her arm through his. She tilted her face up towards Maddox and displayed a prowling smile. "My room it is then," she chided, content with the thought that Maddox would be returning to her own small abode amid the military base. The Succubus led them far from the sullen Jade, their footsteps disappearing around the corner -- retreating away to no doubtingly find pleasure amongst themselves. The thought chilled the witch and she only curled in on herself, a broken sob reverberating from the depths of her throat.


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The waitress for the evening was quite polite, staying to herself and never letting her eyes stray across the mighty demon that possessed a seat at the table arrangement. Andras gingerly applied his order shortly after Trixie had placed her own. Of course, a vast meal was required for his insatiable appetite; that's what happens when you have a lacking amount of souls to devour. Like any gentlemen, he swept the leather embroidered menus up and passed them off to their awaiting hostess. In her wake she left a wooden bowl of bread to hold them off till their main meal arrived. Their drinks would be shortly served as well. He leaned back, relaxing in the wooden chair he perched upon. "And what will be our dinner talk for this evening, princess?"

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie folded her hands in her lap when they were left alone, thinking for a moment over Andras' question. After a moment she lifted her hands, taking up a dinner roll and carefully pinching off a piece. She set it in her mouth, and chewed slowly. Finally, an idea sparked in her mind, and she smiled. "Tell me a story." she said lightly, pinching off another piece of the roll and eating it. "An adventure, or something. I'm sure you had many of them with Jade." she said with a light shrug, a laugh rolling from her. "Something you haven't already told me." she added to make sure her request was clear, a smile playing on her lips.

 

[QueenofDorks]

A smile of wonder curled upon Andras' mouth. He stretched back lazily, long legs sprawling out underneath the table; enough to brush up against her own thin ones. He seemed to play the mulling role of someone who couldn't quite make up his mind. In this case, he was. There were vast stories of the infamous Andras and Jade. Traveling across the world, encountering supernaturals of the century, sometimes even getting entangled within the biggest events that shaped history. Each memory that came to the forefront made him grin, chuckle breathlessly. A long list of stories and too little much time. He breathed out in finality and his nimble fingers plucked up one of the still warm dinner roll. "A story, eh? Well... have I ever told you about the first encounter between Jade and I? How we properly met? That one's certaintly a doozy, considering my current state at the time."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie's eyes glimmered with curiosity, that story was one she wasn't sure she would have heard. At least not without considerable prodding. She smiled, "Sounds like the perfect story, because no. You haven't." she said lightly, nearly halfway through her roll, plucking at the soft inner flesh of the bread. "Though, one I have certainly been all to curious about." she smirked playfully. Her heart fluttered that she was learning more about Andras, knowing it hadn't always been easy for him to open up to her. Not for her lack of trying though. She had always been slowly trying to get more and more about her demon, though never pressing him for something he wasn't ready to talk about. An example of which was the promise between him and the witch, Jade.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras certaintly had ensnared the curiosity of his nephlim lover. Her eyes had glittered with the emotion, perhaps making them more brighter. The sight pleased the demon and he settled down, preparing himself for a good amount of storytelling. "It's quite a good one, this story," he elaborated, picking at the soft state of the dinner roll. "Involves my old cheeky self, a stubborn Jade, and a run in with some old gang members." He tilted his chin back up and presented her with a dark, curling smile. Abruptly, he plopped himself forward in a leaning motion; leering over the table arrangements. "Late one night..." With various hand motions and facial expressions, he began the spiel of his first encounter with the current socialite witch. He had been wounded and caught her attention in an nearby alleyway as she passed, on her way home from a soirée.


As he spoke, spinning the story into a vibrant tale, he kept every detail accurate. His voice pitched and crooned when playing the voices of those apart of the tale. It deepened with every cheeky comment directed towards Jade. If Trixie observed just right, she would see that this adventure served a place in his heart as did the witch.