Love And Peace

"Ezekiel 28:13 is what you are referring to. 'Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created.' That verse is the primary text often cited to describe Lucifer’s musical nature before his fall, suggesting he was designed to have music as an essential part of his being."

The maiden opens her eyes to look up at the blonde with warmth in her gaze. A smile stretching as she speaks further. Looking like she is more than glad to be having this random discussion with the blonde.

"Most tend to view such not as music, but as a reference to beauty and jewelry adornments. Or that Lucifer was made to lead in the musical worship of our Sovereign Lord. I tend to lean towards the beauty aspect. Lucifer is said to have been the most glorious and majestic looking of all the angels. Which his fall did not diminish. Hence why Sin looks so appealing to humans. Or that is what my mum told me once during a bible study she was having with the elders of our church."

———— 🖤┊   EYES CRAWL DOWN HIS SPINE   as he turns to grant her wishes, only relenting when pajama perusal takes priority. with gratitude offered aloud, she pulls the silken blouse to her torso, pinching it at the shoulders to guesstimate its length. that scrutinizing stare renews its persistent place upon him when erupting cacophony catches her attention.   ❝ careful, ❞   she chides gently, glancing over his unsteady stance before narrowing her eyes at what appeared to be a scar.

curiosity killed the cat... or would, had she energy to inquire further after their lengthy conversation. rather than risk forgetting, stylish nails peck at phone screen, leaving a record to query his wound in the morning   ( she could only pray her future self could comprehend drunken short hand notation ).  

amidst her hurried scribe, his voice rings out, halting hovered fingers.    ❝ didn't know you wanted me in your bed so bad, ❞   she scoffs, a fragment of her buoyant confidence returning to tease.   ❝ 'kay. i'll be right back, ❞   she nods, trotting off with her haul in hand after studying his movements and   ( attempting to, if one was being gracious )   memorizing the schedule.    ( meh. just don't go outside. got it. )   

while her eta could use some fine - tuning, she does return, albeit drowsily, donning the top as it falls just to her thighs. sprawling along the couch is a dangerous game, for her eyes flutter and threaten closure. refusal to give in results in a slow drawl that toted another question on its back.   ❝ so... why aren't you sleeping in your bed? ❞   

"-It's not safe." It comes a bit quicker after her words, losing the slight slurring hesitance from before. His eyes are open, and then slowly, half closed within a minute.It didn't take a lot to keep him awake. The early days of training to be a Government bodyguard didn't just mean he was given high expectations. Those nights spent up in richly decorated corridors with nothing but long silences, and the occasional shift and creak from the building, it required discipline. Now, just embedded instinct to be alert at the slightest disturbance. He'd never shaken that off, and it'd proved a greater skill when he got as high as INTERPOL in his career.

" If I wanted you in it tonight... You'd know it before I opened the door." Lang murmurs, like she'd disturbed him from circling round and round to flatten his bed in just the right way. In reality, he was already beginning to lay down, a thin blanket pulled over the form of his body.

———— 🖤┊   ❝ I SEE, ❞   she nods sagely, whilst not seeing at all. how peculiar his comparison, how strange his physique. to think this was the species that fished her kind from the depths, no man's land, to bequeath upon their people a siren's song. she supposed some of these naked primates cute; at least, this one. when he turns back, she is upon him, attempting to reconnect his arm    ( as gingerly as she could, for while her limbs regenerated with even the most serrated of slices, she doubted his frail flesh would take kindly to roughhousing ).  

❝ my name is— ❞   she begins, her tongue bursting into a cacophony of colors made manifest by vocals unfathomable to human ears. inside that maw, lining where one's cheeks would be, glows pale pink akin to that of the ends of her tentacle - like "hair", sparkling just the same.   ❝ —but you can call me luna, ❞   ends the monstrous hymn, as soothing as it is striking.   ❝ i wouldn't love a thing like me. or anything that even looked like me, ❞   she adds with a warm titter, fingers splayed across peachy lips.   ❝ the idea, perhaps. but had you not been a better man, i would have rend your jugular from its place and kissed you with it still fresh in my mouth. and my sisters may still, so let us get you off to safer waters. here, ❞   she murmurs, shrugging his coat from her shoulders.

That worked?!

Sweet, sweet mercy, he was going to live. Great. The gentle treatment despite her unfamiliarity with the technology boded well for the survival of himself alone for the next... however long it took for him to fall out of grace with this melodious creature. If he were a sea creature of any kind, the rupture of colors and song might stun him completely, his mouth open like a guppy. But if she didn't witness all of that, from his dumb expression to the fast to slowing thrum of his heart, it hardly mattered. Vash hums what equivalent he can recall of the tune, and in time with it, as if it were his own song, he steps closer, hand graciously extended.

" Oh, if my beautiful, merciful lady Luna wishes... I'll follow her anywhere. It's kind for you to think of my well-being."

Doodle <3