misslilithronan:
The smoke travelled first down, moving smoothly from his parted lips to his throat and then to his lungs. Then it made its way back and up, clawing its chemicals as it left his nostrils. His greenish, vacant eyes fixed on a blind spot somewhere ahead and legs crossed and fitted together as he stood. Elijah didn’t notice someone was coming until golden hair was in front of him, but that wasn’t truly the first thing he saw. Letting out a big, heavy sigh, the older one there looked up to Lilith. She was like a ghost, the girl’d follow him everywhere and somehow even when he’d woke up from a bad dream with shaking hands and uneasy respiration, his sister seemed to wake up, too, almost as though they were somehow connected. “Christ’s sake, Lilith…” He hissed, blinking slowly and examining just how pale the once little girl was now. Pale and disturbingly skinny, like himself. “Put this cigarette down.”
Lilith rested against a post, her eyes turning up to look at the full pale sphere that was the moon as she breathed in the second hand toxins from Elijah's cigarette. She knew that she shouldn't be out there, that he most likely wanted to be alone, and she should definitely let him be; still, somewhere in the vast coldness of her heart she felt like being away from him would be their downfall. Ignoring his words, she took out her BIC and allowed the flame to flicker to life, watching its deep colours twist morbidly in the darkness. "What are we going to do, Elijah?" Murmured the child inquisitively, her voice like the black death. She allowed the flame to rise again, feeling the strange hunger in the pit of her stomach. To burn, to kill, it brought life. She sighed, pocketing the lighter before turning to her brother, a strange smile settling over her lips.