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She hesitantly put an arm around her when she mentioned Nic, not quite sure what to say but wanting to comfort her anyway. "If he's okay, and like, not going crazy or whatever we can worry about that later."
"He's with Lola, and he's confined to Hell for the time being... But he's okay, yes." She lays a hand over Sophie's. "It's good to have you home, darling."
Lola. Her smiled pulled at his heart and warmth that had nothing do with hellfire flooded through him. He reached for her, his own smile lighting up his face. "Well hello, lil darlin," he murmured, touching her cheek with gentle fingers. "ain't you just the spittin image of your ma. y'remember me? i'm your dad. 'Course you remember me, don't'cha." He cooed, unceremoniously taking the girl form Gemma's arms. "lookit you, gettin all big while 'm not lookin."
Lola beams, her eyes shading black as Gemma passes the little girl over. She starts babbling happily, but Gemma relaxes a bit more in her seat as she watches them. "Da! Da!" Lola reaches for Rich, big enough to hug her father now.
Sophie didn't know what to say. She stared at the floor, feeling numb. "Fuck." It came out quietly, barely audible. It was as if the world was taunting her once again. "I-is he okay? I mean, is he handling it alright?" She knew she wasn't, but she pushed her own emotions to the side. "Things were simpler when we just had to worry about staying in the safe house, weren't they?"
She sits down beside Sophie, nodding tiredly. "Things were much, much simpler then." She glances around the apartment, cleaning up the majority of the mess with a thought. "He's handling it...well enough. There may be a way for us to...make him human again. I'll need to find Nic's notes..." Her breath catches at the thought and she looks at her hands.
She closed her eyes, trying to digest what she just heaes. "Holy shit." Confusion quickly hit her. "Wait, I thought you said something about Rich being mostly alive?"!
Gemma sighs and sits down, knowing she's otherwise start to pace. "...it was a complicated matter. Aaron killed him, but Richard's soul was forfeit because of his actions. Aaron couldn't hold him in heaven. I took charge of his soul in Hell and put him on the racks." She can't look at Sophie as she speaks. "...he's been released from the racks, but he is...at least in part demon. I...I'm sorry Sophie. I wish truly there had been another way."
AARON MASTERSON IS OLD AS BALLS PASS IT ON
"Not nearly as old as Nic...but don't tell him I said that out loud."
Sophie's eyes widened at the mention of Rich her breath hitching slightly. She had questions--too many, really, but she pushed them aside, concern gracing her features. "What do you mean about Aaron? Like, is something wrong with him?"
"After Richard..." She sighs, looking away from Sophie as she starts to pour the tea. "He found Richard after he...Aaron killed him, Sophie. He's not been the same since."
"Tea's good." Sophie said, narrowing her eyes as she watched her friend move into the kitchen. She could tell the other woman was hurt, and while she wanted to flat out ask what happened, she tried to be tactful. "So, anything I should know about?"
"Honestly?" Gemma sighs as she puts the kettle on, leaning against the counter. "...Richard is alive, Sophie. So to speak...but I'm worried about Aaron more actually. He's not been himself."
"You don't have to do that. I'll clean up in a little bit. Can you just stick around for a bit? I don't really feel like being alone."
"Of course. Let me...I'll go make some tea." She stands, black heels clicking on the floor. The movement almost completely hides a slight limp, but it's noticeable.
"I know they have. Just got the jitters, you know. It seems like it's been forever." She did as she was told and sat down, tried to shrug it off. "I'm fine. I'm just not adjusted yet, I don't think. I didn't really get any sleep since I got here and stuff."
"Do you want me to help clean up? I can get the bedroom ready so you can at least get some rest?" She's sitting across from her, watching her carefully. "And I'll put the detail back in place. You'll be able to rest. No one in our without your say."
She let out a sigh in relief, nodding. "Good. I was afraid--I mean, I could see some things, you know, up there, but I wasn't sure if it's what I wanted to see or if it was what was really happening." She pulled away from her slightly. "I'm afraid to see them, to be honest."
Gemma looks at her, confused. "...don't be ridiculous darling. They've missed you terribly." It's then that she gets a good look at her. "Sophie, darling, sit down...even given the circumstances you look too pale."
She let the other pull her into the hug, and she tried to comfort her as much as she could. "Don't," she said, shaking her head. "You were doing all you could. I was being an ass and taking out my stress on you---and don't you dare blame what happened to me on yourself. No one could have know what was going to happen. None of us are psychic."
Gemma's quiet for awhile, hugging Sophie tightly, some part of her still in shock. "...the children are safe. Claire has the twins. Cole's with them. They're safe, I promise."
She moved closer, hands held up slightly to signify she was her and not a shifter or something awful taking up occupation in her body. "It's me alright. I didn't know anyone was gonna show up--I was gonna call, honest, but I kinda needed a day or two to process stuff," there was a slight pause. "I missed you."
Gemma steps forward and pulls the younger woman into a tight hug. "I'm sorry...I was just trying to keep everyone safe and I..." She shakes her head, looking away. "I'm so sorry. I...couldn't bear losing anyone else. I tried Sophie...we didn't know he'd left..."
The penthouse was how Sophie left it when she--well, when she died. She cleaned it up some, but she didn't dare move anything out of place that wasn't a piece of garbage. She was still getting used to the fact that she wasn't in not-heaven anymore, and she thought that if she changed anything it would screw something up. She was staring long and hard at a bottle of whiskey she had hidden away before tossing it in the trash and turning. "I was wonderin' when someone was gonna show."
Gemma stopped dead in her tracks staring at the other woman. She had come to get a few of the twins' things and make sure the place hadn't been broken into. "S-Sophie?" She takes a half step back, hand covering her mouth as tears start to fill her eyes.
He tracked her movement, forcing himself not to tense up. He considered her question; except for the mention of the former queen, he hadn't felt himself slip. He'd been training to control himself. That's what had happened,topside, how it all went wrong. He hadn't been able to control himself. Now he could. "I got a hold on it, yeah," he answered.
She nods and is gone with a thought, only to return a moment or so later with her back turned to him. Something of a smile graced her tired features when she turned around, a little girl in her arms. The toddler lay her head on the Queen's shoulder as if she'd just been woken from a nap. Until she lay eyes on Richard. Then the little girl was all smiles and dark eyes.
adjusting. As though he were the new kid in school. Well, wasn't he? He shrugged and laughed, sipping his water. Relaxing a little. "I think m'doing all right," he said. He thought of his children, the twins and Lola, and wondered if he should ask. He licked his lips and decided to take the chance. "Gemma. M'kids. are they- they're okay? In good hands? Somebody lovin' 'em and raisin' 'em right?" He wasn't sure how much time had passed topside, but it'd been centuries for him.
"They're safe. Jessica and Gregory are with Claire. One of my best is seeing personally to their safety, at all times. After all that happened... I wasn't taking another risk." She stands up from her seat, smirking. "...do you feel in control, Richard?"
He took the drink, jaw tight and not looking directly at her. "Don't think I like the taste of whiskey anymore, darlin," he murmured. He remembered how Sophie had felt under his hands as he held her under water. He'd given her a mouthful of his whiskey to ease the transition. He looked up sharply when he mentioned /her/, his whole body alert, something buzzing through him that he didn't quite understand. "I can see that." He shot back the drink, wrist stiff and trying not to gag.
She raises an eyebrow and makes the bottle disappear. "...but times change. I've been wrong before." She puts a glass of water in front of him, summoning a glass of cognac for herself. "How are you adjusting, Richard?"
"no ma'am," he said with a shake of his head, sitting opposite her. He remember that they had been friends, in a time when she was not a demon and he was still a good person. He remembered his nickname for her had been /sweetness/. The world was full of ironies. "'Less you insist. But d'rather get down t'business, 'f it's all the same to you."
"I do insist. And I can make it an order if need be." Her voice is softly, hardly commanding. If anything, more reminiscent of a time beyond what either would be willing to call to mind. But she poured two glasses of whiskey from a bottle he'd remember. It had been years back, in a small bar outside Nashville. She'd purposefully tracked down the bottle. "You're my subject, Richard, not a grunt or my enemy. And I still know your drink." She sighs, bringing the glass to her lips. "I run things a little differently than she did."
