#tocliimb

Lilith was pissed. First God, now Sera?

Celestials were on her grade A shit list today.

i can't in good conscience call you one of the kindest people on this site with the frequency you bully me. the rest is true but i'm going to erase your mind tomorrow during your 6 hour afternoon nap so you don't remember i said this. watch out.

The second wife of the General? Of course there was a twinge of... Something she couldn't quite put her finger on when she was told that fact. Something within her soul. Ah, that cursed piece of the General was acting up now knowing who this was.

All around them, Exorcists were aiding Winners and Heavenborn to a safer area as the perimeter was being secured quickly.

“If that’s what you need.” And he was serious. The things he had done to Eve? He blames himself. It wasn’t a secret. He had made mistakes with Lilith. And Eve. All of them. And because of that, here she was today, a manifestation of anger and hate.

And the man dares to move forward. He dares to take her clawed hand and he DARES to put that hand right against his chest.

It's only moderately easier to come up with something to say to Sherlock than it was back then.

Louis has never been good at finding the right words for things like these. It's one thing to put on a show in front of people he doesn't have any sort of investment in, and he's gotten marginally better at that, but it'll always be different with people who have had an impact on his life.

With this man, it's more different than anyone.

"... I have things to do, but I have enough time to prepare you tea before I leave, if you'd like."

He's not sure how long Sherlock will be staying ( he's not even sure, regretfully, how long William will be ), but he makes the offer anyway. It's said tensely, with a significant strain behind it, but not because of the hatred that usually spurned that general awkwardness. This time, Louis just seems like at a loss for what the right thing to do is.

"You can't trick me," Twain says, leaning on the hands he's got clasped on top of Sebastian's shoulder. It's a nice day outside, he thinks—cool enough that it isn't a complete pain to share body heat with other people. "You loooooove me!"

It's a common back and forth between them.

If it were anyone else, Twain might have doubted that fact a little bit more. He's certain, actually, that he would have. But even though they don't have the same system he and Will do for loving eachother in ways that are visible, Moran does other things. Like inviting Twain into his home, for one thing. Like decorating for Halloween when Twain knows he really doesn't give that much of a shit about it.

So it's not really about hearing the words as much as it's about needling Sebastian. That happens to be one of his favorite pastimes, after all!