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DawnsLight
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Jillian Aiya
Jillian liked Alice; the woman reminded her of a friend's mother and she thought that had Alex not been so stressed and under so much pressure in the brief amount of time she had known him, she might see some more of this pleasant woman dancing about the kitchen in him. The thought made her smile. It was short lived, the conversation turning to their misadventures and Alice White's face becoming harder as Jill and Leon shared their tale. By the end of it she was pretty sure that the werelioness was now seasoning angrily. Jillian had never seen such a thing and Leon's words when he returned to them said that he read her discomfort on her face.
What followed was perhaps one of the strangest familial conversations Jillian had ever heard but then again, to her knowledge, this was the first time she had known a family of were-anythings. Maybe conversations about revenge and not getting killed just happened.. she didn't think so, but it made her feel a little better about the casual talk of such heavy subject matter.
The packets of blood sliding across the counter rated an arch of her dark brows. That explained how Leon was going to be fed without someone opening a vein for the cause. The thought of the vampire coming to her to quench his thirst, his lips and teeth at her neck while he held her close, dark hair tickling her cheek as she... wait. That went off on a tangent. When this was all over, if the world was still standing, she was going to have to get out on a date or something. Crushing on the undead or the damned or whatever was a sure sign that she needed to get out more, Jillian decided while trying to fight down the flush of heat in her cheeks.
A convenient distraction arrived in the shape of an antique dagger that Alex laid upon the polished counter top. Jillian's eyes roamed over the wealth of sigils and runes etched into the scabbard, a low buzz rising to the periphery of her attention. Dark eyes narrowed and she tried to ignore it, looking to Alex. "Do you think-" the words died in her throat as the silver wires snapped. The buzzing intensified and began to become painful, making her wince. But that didn't compare at all with the feeling when the blade was unsheathed. It was like an icepick behind her eyes and very nearly made Jillian cry out; she had to look away and as she did Azrael's voice whispered in her mind. Holy of Holies. The Athame.
The what? What just happened? Was that you? Jillian's thoughts were accusatory as the pain began to recede. She tried to cover her actions even as her thoughts were directed inward in another conversation entirely. "Sorry guys... part of being someone who studies relics. Opening seals and things without so much as a pair of white cotton gloves for protection causes a sort of knee-jerk reaction." It was part true, again, at least. She studied the blade while the voice of an angel in her mind spoke. My apologies, Jillian Aiya. I was... unprepared for such a power and we both suffered as a result. It was thought to be lost though Uriel believed that the werelion might still hold it after his lover died protecting it.
The pain was forgiven, replaced with another that was all her own making. The photo on the fridge, the man beside Alex looked uncannily like Leon. And the flirting... Perhaps it was more than just teasing and there was something going on here. Something that most certainly didn't involve her. A wave of sadness and resignation rolled over Jillian even as she tried to console herself that nothing likely would have come from it anyway. Casting the thought aside, Jillian asked "Alex, just what is this? Those sigils..." she breathed, her eyes roving across them and Azrael's gift of knowledge to her making their meanings and purposes jump and flicker in her vision like words written in fire upon the air. The sigil of her covenant upon her chest ached. She waited anxiously for the were's explanation as well as the angel's.
Jillian liked Alice; the woman reminded her of a friend's mother and she thought that had Alex not been so stressed and under so much pressure in the brief amount of time she had known him, she might see some more of this pleasant woman dancing about the kitchen in him. The thought made her smile. It was short lived, the conversation turning to their misadventures and Alice White's face becoming harder as Jill and Leon shared their tale. By the end of it she was pretty sure that the werelioness was now seasoning angrily. Jillian had never seen such a thing and Leon's words when he returned to them said that he read her discomfort on her face.
What followed was perhaps one of the strangest familial conversations Jillian had ever heard but then again, to her knowledge, this was the first time she had known a family of were-anythings. Maybe conversations about revenge and not getting killed just happened.. she didn't think so, but it made her feel a little better about the casual talk of such heavy subject matter.
The packets of blood sliding across the counter rated an arch of her dark brows. That explained how Leon was going to be fed without someone opening a vein for the cause. The thought of the vampire coming to her to quench his thirst, his lips and teeth at her neck while he held her close, dark hair tickling her cheek as she... wait. That went off on a tangent. When this was all over, if the world was still standing, she was going to have to get out on a date or something. Crushing on the undead or the damned or whatever was a sure sign that she needed to get out more, Jillian decided while trying to fight down the flush of heat in her cheeks.
A convenient distraction arrived in the shape of an antique dagger that Alex laid upon the polished counter top. Jillian's eyes roamed over the wealth of sigils and runes etched into the scabbard, a low buzz rising to the periphery of her attention. Dark eyes narrowed and she tried to ignore it, looking to Alex. "Do you think-" the words died in her throat as the silver wires snapped. The buzzing intensified and began to become painful, making her wince. But that didn't compare at all with the feeling when the blade was unsheathed. It was like an icepick behind her eyes and very nearly made Jillian cry out; she had to look away and as she did Azrael's voice whispered in her mind. Holy of Holies. The Athame.
The what? What just happened? Was that you? Jillian's thoughts were accusatory as the pain began to recede. She tried to cover her actions even as her thoughts were directed inward in another conversation entirely. "Sorry guys... part of being someone who studies relics. Opening seals and things without so much as a pair of white cotton gloves for protection causes a sort of knee-jerk reaction." It was part true, again, at least. She studied the blade while the voice of an angel in her mind spoke. My apologies, Jillian Aiya. I was... unprepared for such a power and we both suffered as a result. It was thought to be lost though Uriel believed that the werelion might still hold it after his lover died protecting it.
The pain was forgiven, replaced with another that was all her own making. The photo on the fridge, the man beside Alex looked uncannily like Leon. And the flirting... Perhaps it was more than just teasing and there was something going on here. Something that most certainly didn't involve her. A wave of sadness and resignation rolled over Jillian even as she tried to console herself that nothing likely would have come from it anyway. Casting the thought aside, Jillian asked "Alex, just what is this? Those sigils..." she breathed, her eyes roving across them and Azrael's gift of knowledge to her making their meanings and purposes jump and flicker in her vision like words written in fire upon the air. The sigil of her covenant upon her chest ached. She waited anxiously for the were's explanation as well as the angel's.