You are blood and earth, not theory and chalk.

You blink with more passion than some people make love with.

Sapphire’s head keeps swiveling up and down. She wants to look up, but knows she’ll get dust in her eyes if she does. It is a struggle between emotion and logic, and logic is losing. Before she can half-look up again, Jim’s voice catches her attention. Her blue eyes fix on Jim’s face instead of the ceiling and she nods quietly. She wants to be happy for Jim. Sapphire knows she ought to be thrilled for him. Instead, Sapphire finds it difficult to feel anything. Maybe it’s shock or just her mind’s way of shutting out the horror of the situation but Sapphire is struggling to feel anything  at all. Nothing but the compulsion to look up. 

Even though it's only been about half an hour or so, Jim finds it incredibly hard to find the energy to get up and stand. His legs wobble as he tries to both regain his balance and catch up with Sapphire. The people curled up around him don't help the situation, either. He can feel their angry eyes burrowing into him from all angles, stinging right through his clothes, burning into his skin. They mark profanities as he carefully steps around them, strings of words that nobody has the courage to say out loud. They scream Geh ein schwanz lutschen and Geh zum Teufel. Wertlos kind and Du Hurensohn..

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As the rubble rains down, Jim covers Sapphire’s body with his own. She curls in on herself, trying to be as small as possible in case big rubble starts falling. It doesn’t though, and Jim slowly rises off of her. He stays very close though, and always has some part of his body touching hers. The fact that he is nervous and so defensive puts her on edge. With his weight off of her, Sapphire sits up a bit straighter. Her eyes burn from the rubble, so she doesn’t look up again though she wants to. She’s afraid she’ll see a cracked ceiling and maybe it’s better not knowing.  

Jim chuckles lightly at Sapphire's small joke. But truth be told, he wasn't in the joking mood as of late. He sighed as he continued to look around the basement, catching a few eyes as he oscillated his head to and fro. A man, around the same age as Jim was, raised his head above the crowd, something sparking in his eyes as Jim paused to meet his gaze. He smiled in glee, happy to know that another relative of his had made it safe and sound to the shelter. "My cousin made it," He commented, mostly to himself, but speaking loud enough so that Sapphire could hear him. "Maybe he knows where your family is at. After those sirens go off again, we'll go over, hm?" The offer was mainly to keep the girl's mind off of the bombs, but also to ease her sufferings for the time being. A little hope never caused any trouble.

[Anna smirked] Yeah, I guess that is true [she listen to his words and she beamed] Thank you too for your trust, and the blade you have is from an old Egyptian tomb that humans though was a normal knife so it is not exactly mine.and I thought you would like it since it was given to Tutankhamen as a peace offering from a witch. too bad he trusted her, that what truly killed him.[she gave him a sad smile then gave the bartender the money for the drinks] Anyway, we are friends so I trust you to not try and send me away, so here it goes I hope I won’t regret this. [She took a paper and started drawing on it then passed it to him] angel sigil, it banishes every angel from this place it had to be drawn with blood and then you press on it. it will weaken us and give you enough time to run. use it wisely.

[Jim's eyes narrowed when she said that Tutankhamen's trust is what killed him, because, hey, wasn't that what he was doing right now? Trusting- while not completely- this angel not to kill him? He faked a small laugh, and took a small sip of his drink. He watched Anna draw on a piece of paper, trying to figure out what words she was writing as her hand moved around and around on the white surface. After realizing that she wasn't drawing words, but symbols, he tilted his head to the side in confusion.] Seriously? [He asked, taking the paper and sliding it in front of him.] That's a thing? You just cut yourself and draw this? N-No rituals or whatever? Just finger painting? [Jim laughed to himself.] That's genius..