Buwan and his brother were never, ever truly apart from one another, even if they were physically. They held a connection like no other, so he felt comfortable enough to leave Araw on his own despite the escalated violence that surged through the city. The younger of the twins was more than capable of taking care of his own, even though Buwan did worry — still, they were both adults. They’d get over it.
The coming riot wasn’t something he expected to happen; but then again, he could never understand the blind hatred for people who were different. His father had showed that same prejudice towards their gods. It almost seemed as if this was something ingrained in human DNA, to hate and fear that which was different. Buwan found it disgusting.
He’d witnessed the altercation just down the street; unsure as to whether or not these were just two humans having a go, he hesitated. The twins were here for the X-Men, for mutantkind and those heroes that dealt with the same adversity. Humans? They were on their own. Araw may not share that sentiment, but last Buwan checked he wasn’t here at the moment.
However, just as quickly as the man in question had the other in their grasp, he turned away, releasing her. So, not so human after all. Buwan hadn’t been privy to what information she’d given him to let her go, but the instant that she fell to the ground below, the assaulter was flung into the bus stop on the other side of the street as if he were nothing but a ragdoll. Thankfully, the human body was mostly made out of water, which made working through the rioters a breeze.
Buwan made his way to the fallen woman and offered her a hand, his expression passive, though there was a sternness in his brows. “I can fix that for you,” he offered, eyes now on the blood that trickled down the length of her neck.
there were a number of things that lilith avoided these days. violence and other powered people were just on the top of the list. sure, perhaps a year ago it was the opposite, she thrived in the violence and on the chaos but she was a different person now.
she used to spend her days being someone puppet, hurting who they wanted, compelling who they needed, living entirely for someone else but she got to use her power so she didn’t really care at that point.
these days lilith was still living for everyone else, staying hidden and kept away so that others had a chance to live because she knew that if she were to go back to her old ways, there wouldn’t be many survivours.
as the man turned and walked away from her lilith turned her head, watching as the mans body was thrown into the bus stop across the street. the red head sighed before looking at his hand, taking it before standing up. “you know i let him go for a reason –– there is enough death and destruction in this town, i didn’t want to create any more.” she said to the man before looking down at the blood on her hand.