Lurking Valkyrie

Hestia nodded, softly clicking her heels as she found the door. She tapped very lightly before stepping into the room.

Ligia was indeed sleeping. Wrapped up neatly in the duvet, snoring peacefully and holding Orion to her chest.

Hestia stood in the doorway for a few moments, lips parted very slightly as she looked upon the scene. She missed Ligia. An awful lot. She knew she couldn't say a word, in fear of waking the demon. She didn't want to upset her. Quietly, she slipped out of the room and silently down the hall. without a glance at Phelan, she slipped out the door.

Phelan put the phone away again: “Told Hastur you harmed Keaton.” He smiled like a snake.

Hestia hissed, grabbing the smaller demon by the throat. “I didn’t hurt the li’l shit! She ripped it out ‘erself!!”

Phelan gave a strangled grunt, staggering back. “Let go!”

She let go and glared, still ready to fight. Hastia dropped the feather at his feet and crossed her arms under her chest. “How is she?”

Rubbing his neck Phelan huffed: “She’s probably sleeping.”

She frowned a little and looked at the wall. “Can I see her at least? The brat got the notion that she ‘missed me’. Thought I should come and check in on ‘er.”

Phelan frowned: “Last door down the corridor.”

Hestia nodded, softly clicking her heels as she found the door. She tapped very lightly before stepping into the room.

Phelan put the phone away again: “Told Hastur you harmed Keaton.” He smiled like a snake.

Hestia hissed, grabbing the smaller demon by the throat. “I didn’t hurt the li’l shit! She ripped it out ‘erself!!”

Phelan gave a strangled grunt, staggering back. “Let go!”

She let go and glared, still ready to fight. Hastia dropped the feather at his feet and crossed her arms under her chest. “How is she?”

Rubbing his neck Phelan huffed: “She’s probably sleeping.”

She frowned a little and looked at the wall. "Can I see her at least? The brat got the notion that she 'missed me'. Thought I should come and check in on 'er."

Hastia waved a hand, holding out a rather long, grey feather and toying with it idly. “Where is Ligia?”

“What’s that feather for?”

“It’s from the brat.” She smirked, raising an eyebrow and sitting on a table, crossing her legs at the ankle. “The blessed bird who showed up at the- my flat at six in the mornin’.”

Phelan shrugged and pulled out his mobile, typing a message.

Hastia glared at the device and cracked her neck, waiting- albeit impatiently.

Phelan put the phone away again: “Told Hastur you harmed Keaton.” He smiled like a snake.

Hestia hissed, grabbing the smaller demon by the throat. “I didn’t hurt the li’l shit! She ripped it out ‘erself!!”

Phelan gave a strangled grunt, staggering back. “Let go!”

She let go and glared, still ready to fight. Hastia dropped the feather at his feet and crossed her arms under her chest. "How is she?"

Hastia waved a hand, holding out a rather long, grey feather and toying with it idly. “Where is Ligia?”

“What’s that feather for?”

“It’s from the brat.” She smirked, raising an eyebrow and sitting on a table, crossing her legs at the ankle. “The blessed bird who showed up at the- my flat at six in the mornin’.”

Phelan shrugged and pulled out his mobile, typing a message.

Hastia glared at the device and cracked her neck, waiting- albeit impatiently.

Phelan put the phone away again: “Told Hastur you harmed Keaton.” He smiled like a snake.

Hestia hissed, grabbing the smaller demon by the throat. "I didn't hurt the li'l shit! She ripped it out 'erself!!"

Hastia waved a hand, holding out a rather long, grey feather and toying with it idly. “Where is Ligia?”

“What’s that feather for?”

“It’s from the brat.” She smirked, raising an eyebrow and sitting on a table, crossing her legs at the ankle. “The blessed bird who showed up at the- my flat at six in the mornin’.”

Phelan shrugged and pulled out his mobile, typing a message.

Hastia glared at the device and cracked her neck, waiting- albeit impatiently.

Phelan pondered. “If it’s cause of Ligia, then no.”

The demon tsked and set a hand on her hip. “Imma duchess, Phel, I said let me up.”

“Me apartment.”

“‘m gonna personally kick yer ass if y’don’t let me in. It’s urgent.” She paused and smirked. “Has to do with the little brat you love.”

“She’s bathing.” Phelan responded, unimpressed. “C’mon. Hastur and Hasiel could do better than that”

Hastia rolled her eyes and blessed quietly, warping upstairs into the flat. She flinched and looked at her hand. “Y’blessed bastard, wot was tha’ for?”

Phelan took a step back: “That’s what ye get when entering here without permission”

Hastia waved a hand, holding out a rather long, grey feather and toying with it idly. “Where is Ligia?”

“What’s that feather for?”

"It's from the brat." She smirked, raising an eyebrow and sitting on a table, crossing her legs at the ankle. "The blessed bird who showed up at the- my flat at six in the mornin'."

Phelan pondered. “If it’s cause of Ligia, then no.”

The demon tsked and set a hand on her hip. “Imma duchess, Phel, I said let me up.”

“Me apartment.”

“‘m gonna personally kick yer ass if y’don’t let me in. It’s urgent.” She paused and smirked. “Has to do with the little brat you love.”

“She’s bathing.” Phelan responded, unimpressed. “C’mon. Hastur and Hasiel could do better than that”

Hastia rolled her eyes and blessed quietly, warping upstairs into the flat. She flinched and looked at her hand. “Y’blessed bastard, wot was tha’ for?”

Phelan took a step back: “That’s what ye get when entering here without permission”

Hastia waved a hand, holding out a rather long, grey feather and toying with it idly. "Where is Ligia?"

Phelan pondered. “If it’s cause of Ligia, then no.”

The demon tsked and set a hand on her hip. “Imma duchess, Phel, I said let me up.”

“Me apartment.”

“‘m gonna personally kick yer ass if y’don’t let me in. It’s urgent.” She paused and smirked. “Has to do with the little brat you love.”

“She’s bathing.” Phelan responded, unimpressed. “C’mon. Hastur and Hasiel could do better than that”

Hastia rolled her eyes and blessed quietly, warping upstairs into the flat. She flinched and looked at her hand. "Y'blessed bastard, wot was tha' for?"

Hastia pulled on a leather coat over her bare shoulders and walked outside. Wind whipped at her legs and hair, causing her to narrow her eyes. The demon approached the home of Phelan and Co. She had conversed with a little pigeon child earlier about Ligia. The shorter demon missed her? She chewed her lip at the thought. I don’t think the li’l chick would lie.. But things had turned out differently before.

Cautiously, she raised her hand and knocked four times.

Phelan sensed the new presence and rose from his seat, walking over to the intercom, pressing the button:

“Yes?”

Phelan. Hastia gulped quietly and rubbed her neck. “Uh.. Phelan? It’s me.. Can ya let me up?”

Phelan pondered. “If it’s cause of Ligia, then no.”

The demon tsked and set a hand on her hip. “Imma duchess, Phel, I said let me up.”

“Me apartment.”

"'m gonna personally kick yer ass if y'don't let me in. It's urgent." She paused and smirked. "Has to do with the little brat you love."

Hastia pulled on a leather coat over her bare shoulders and walked outside. Wind whipped at her legs and hair, causing her to narrow her eyes. The demon approached the home of Phelan and Co. She had conversed with a little pigeon child earlier about Ligia. The shorter demon missed her? She chewed her lip at the thought. I don’t think the li’l chick would lie.. But things had turned out differently before.

Cautiously, she raised her hand and knocked four times.

Phelan sensed the new presence and rose from his seat, walking over to the intercom, pressing the button:

“Yes?”

Phelan. Hastia gulped quietly and rubbed her neck. “Uh.. Phelan? It’s me.. Can ya let me up?”

Phelan pondered. “If it’s cause of Ligia, then no.”

The demon tsked and set a hand on her hip. "Imma duchess, Phel, I said let me up."

Hastia pulled on a leather coat over her bare shoulders and walked outside. Wind whipped at her legs and hair, causing her to narrow her eyes. The demon approached the home of Phelan and Co. She had conversed with a little pigeon child earlier about Ligia. The shorter demon missed her? She chewed her lip at the thought. I don’t think the li’l chick would lie.. But things had turned out differently before.

Cautiously, she raised her hand and knocked four times.

Phelan sensed the new presence and rose from his seat, walking over to the intercom, pressing the button:

“Yes?”

#hellstream RP #lurkingvenus

Phelan. Hastia gulped quietly and rubbed her neck. "Uh.. Phelan? It's me.. Can ya let me up?"

Hastia pulled on a leather coat over her bare shoulders and walked outside. Wind whipped at her legs and hair, causing her to narrow her eyes. The demon approached the home of Phelan and Co. She had conversed with a little pigeon child earlier about Ligia. The shorter demon missed her? She chewed her lip at the thought. I don't think the li'l chick would lie.. But things had turned out differently before.

Cautiously, she raised her hand and knocked four times.

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#hellstream

Hastia scooted away an inch, keeping the distance between them. “You don’t even know him, though.”

“I know”, she sobbed, stopping. “But, I mean Hasiel wasn’t that differen’t from you either and… ” She looked down. “You ‘ate me now, don’t you?”

Glaring at Ligia, Hastia sat up a bit straighter. “Could’ve kept quiet, ‘stead of sayin’ it.”

Ligia winced and took a step backwards, not knowing what to do now. Except crying.

Wincing herself, Hastia looked away. "Apartment's on your name. Want me to bugger off or do you?"

Hastia scooted away an inch, keeping the distance between them. “You don’t even know him, though.”

“I know”, she sobbed, stopping. “But, I mean Hasiel wasn’t that differen’t from you either and… ” She looked down. “You ‘ate me now, don’t you?”