#eirapara

[notasliceoflife]

@vitrexanima

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Staring down at the almost entirely unsatisfactory breakfast in front of him he let's out a breath, seemingly in disappointment at what he was staring at. He had asked for waffles, and got whatever this attempt at waffles was. That came out looking more like pancakes. He had of course already tried pancakes, mostly because human's seemed surprisingly infatuated with the stuff. Looking back up to Eira he blinked, hearing what she had to say " A waffle iron? Wouldn't you go get a waffle iron, if you are going to be making waffles?" Ulquiorra questioned her then before cutting out a piece of the panffle in front of him, lifting it up to his mouth he glomped on the fork " Nmnm...It is edible."

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He could tell she wanted to say something. But he was in the zone right now. He really wanted to finish what he had to say before he would let her talk. She could wait her turn. Finnian went on despite the clear impatience in Eira.

Finishing he gestured to her, signalling that she now had the floor. But she still didn't speak for a moment. Finnian, annoyed slightly, made a face when she asked if he were pranking her.

"HAH!" He momentarily looked like he were pleased about anything at all, before giving her a dead inside sort of look "Eira, come on now. I'm being very serious. If we don't do this the world could literally end. He's not someone to mess with. So get on it. Make the tea he asks for, specifically." Waving a hand out he grinned "Good luck!"

Stepping around her he turned and gave her a encouraging little push to get her to go take the customers order before turning away quickly and rushing back toward the back "We're going to need it..."

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Original post here. @lilxmcrtes

He found it amusing, certainly. That despite their break up. She did still take his offer for friendship still. She still did make herself at home in the library. Tancred had watched her from time to time, almost seem to act as if what happened, hadn't happened. But it had. She had hurt him, she had pushed him from her.

Hearing her question then, he adjusted some books on the shelf "Somewhat. But not for the reason you might imagine." He commented, though he didn't really know how to explain what he was so amused about "It's just…are you sure that's what you really want in your life?" Because it seemed like a passing phase. But that was just his perspective. Tancred exhaled "Oh my life would definitely be a tragedy. It ends horrible and bloody, I'm sure." He nodded, confident in what he's just said, sure that it was destined to happen. As his life had started that way, and nothing much had changed, despite his changing.

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@lilxmcrtes​

Her apology was met with a shrug, making Eira wonder if Tancred hadn’t been that upset with her in the first place or if he just hadn’t accepted her apology. His following words led her to believe it was the former though and her shoulders relaxed some. She nodded with a small reassuring smile in response to his own apology as well as a quiet, “It’s alright.” His apparent reflex had frightened her enough though to note that she make sure he was well aware of her presence before approaching him like that again.

A grin played at her lips as Tancred talked about tattoos he could have gotten while drunk and she laughed a little herself along with him. Her eyes lingered on the scars though as he talked, watching them move with every word. Eira had rarely ever seen those either. She tried not to stare though. The last thing she wanted was to offend him after walking in on him like this already.

“Part angel,” she repeated with a raised brow. “Are you sure it wasn’t just a way to compliment you?” The woman hadn’t taken him all that seriously, finding the idea of angels, while a sweet sentiment, untrue. “It’s a birthmark of sorts then? You’re lucky. I had these weird bruise looking things. They went away after a while though. Yours is pretty.” Even if the woman hadn’t believed it, she entertained the thought for a moment.

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Tancred had not been so comfortable with these sort of things. Not since he had been violated and tortured against his will, held captive and brutalized. Being touched by surprise had certainly been uncomfortable for him. The skin felt tender where he had been most brutalized at. Clearly discolored even. Though when he fell into a bit of a ramble about tattoos and made her laugh a brief smile spread over his lips.

Though it had suddenly been gone in the next moment as he silently thought for a moment about other tattoos. It didn’t seem so important. Nothing he could get would ever look good enough to hide what most people would notice first, the ends of his fingers discolored by detachment for so long.  His jaw had been the same. With her repeating his being an angel he looked to her once more and gave a nod “Yup...” Though frowned at her doubt.

“I’m fairly certain, Eira.” Tancred gave another shrug. She didn’t need to believe in such things, he guessed. He wasn’t going to show off to her. One day she would see, or maybe she wouldn’t, he supposed. Right at that moment he had no idea how to access this part of him. With her question on the markings being birthmarks he huffed “Sure they are.” Tancred blinked, then.

“Some could say that I am lucky, true.” Though he couldn’t say he felt lucky a lot of the time. Being as his life had started in tragedy, and had been a very angsty one since then. He was fairly certain he was going to die with tragedy.  As Eira finished inhaled and turned his head away “Pretty. Hmm. I guess.” He rest his head in his left hand then “You don’t believe in magic, or supernatural creatures, huh?” He asked to confirm the idea. But some part of her had to have known, she had been in his magical library. She had to have clearly seen there was not something normal about a library that just walked around on it’s own “My being an angel is too far of a stretch for you?”

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@lilxmcrtes​

It’d been rough finding somewhere to stay so suddenly but she’d managed to travel between couches. Eira had gotten a new job out of it too since luckily her friend’s work was in desperate need of extra hands. The dog cafe was still relatively new and still making its way into popularity, plus all the dogs they’d accumulated in hopes of future profit had become overwhelming for their small staff. It wasn’t really enough to get her own place but she was still looking at what she could double up with. Her applications to the flower shop, grocery store, and one of the local restaurants were still being processed so mostly it was waiting or continuing her search.

She was going out to lunch since it was her one day she let herself eat out for the week when someone caught her attention. Turning, eyebrows furrowed as she tried to think of who might be stopping her, her eyes set themselves on the sight of Tancred. They widened out of sheer shock, not only that she’d come upon him but that he’d even come up to her after what happened.

Eira was at a loss for words as she listened to him ask her these questions and something about a dog. His last question made her frown though. “Well I think that’s what happens when you break up with someone. Was I supposed to call you up to hang out?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “What would you want to talk to me for anyway?” After all, she’d been rather awful to him last they spoke.

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"It's been months, Eira. Since we broke up. We are still friends. Or did you just think we weren't anymore?" Tancred asked. Sighing then, he rolled his eyes and looked away "I swear, you watch way too many cheesy dramas. You really believe that just because you broke us up that we can't be friends anymore? That's--" It sounded really inane. What person would literally do that. Sure, if they hadn't known one another. Hell, if she had broken up with him by stabbing him or otherwise attempting to rid herself of him in some vile way. Maybe he would be in the right to let her go.

But she was obviously just breaking up with him to push him away and Tancred was not that dumb, he had not played into her little game. He was going to be damned if he ever did. So he waited a few months. Gave her her space. It was only by chance that he would see her on the street. This very street, in fact. He turned his attention back to her then "Silly. So silly. I don't think you understand how this works. We still have to see each other, you know. I'm friends with Jace, and Oliver. Two people you know." Tancred pointed out before looking her over as she was standing with her arms crossed.

"In case you didn't realize Eira, this isn't a phone call. This is real life. I'm standing right here. You aren't the popular girl in school. You can't just pretend I don't exist, when I'm literally standing in front of you. Don't you think that's a bit silly? We have history." At her question though he gave a shrug "Anything, I guess. What have you been doing? You find a place, or you sleeping at friends' places?" He asked, it was probably none of his business, but he was curious. After all, she had broken up with him, for attention from him. He hadn't broken up with her, he was just living with it. So now she had his attention, and she didn't want it? It was very confusing “Are you sure you’re alright Eira?”

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@vitrexanima​

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Adom was making his way down the sidewalk and some moments later as he turned the corner that lead to his apartment he almost stumbled into Eira, who seemed to be coming in his direction with what he could guess was a bit of purpose. Smiling a little he started to give a wave to the short woman, and began saying her name before she clocked him right in the head. Stumbling back he dropped to the ground, taking the next full rounds of hits from her. When she had stopped hitting him he lift up his right hand to the side of his face, wincing a bit " Ow-" Listening to her threat he frowned a bit " What are you talking about?" He had asked, hissing a bit at the pain and redness that had come over where she had struck him "-You hit harder than I would have thought you could-..you know that..." Adom had mumbled then, cradling his head and shutting his right eye as it became a bit puffy "Are you talking about Aeron? What did I do to him?"

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@vitrexanima​

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As Eira had just stood their silently, Tristan shook his head, waiting-wanting some sort of response to what he had said. He then sighed and glanced away, trying to really think about what was being talked about, here. As she had started to explain her reasoning, however, he narrowed his eyes a little bit " Oh. So you just want to pretend to day, whew." He let out a breath of relief and looked away " You aren't funny, you know that." He teased a bit before looking away and going back to adjusting some stuff at the museum " Coming out here to my work just to mess with me, Eira. What a low blow." He blinked then, and looked over toward her "You know you don't have to go..."

"But I can see it's something you want to do..." Tristan pulled away from the shelf then and looked Eira over " So, Fine. I guess I can go with you to this thing. So you aren't so lonely." The vampire had agreed before moving along down the hallway as she went on to sweeten the pot. He hadn't exactly told her he had been a vampire. So the offer wasn't really very appealing to him. But to pass as human he would pretend " Oh. Huh. Well I'm sold definitely now. Free food and drinks and stuff! Oh, I do like stuff." Tristan muttered lowly before he checked on his flashlight, clicking it and shining the light into his face a few times. Then looked back to Eira once more "Alright, it's a date. I'll find something decent to wear, and pick you up?"

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" Who said anything about them suffering?" Though it was true, most humans could not handle the force of higher beings possessing their bodies. So it could hurt. But angels only cared because they were ordered to care. As she asked about the power to do something he shook his head " Well, I'm am a fallen angel. So yes. It does mean I can do it. Seeing as I do not have the burden of guilt our father has over you." Wormwood explained, then listen as Eira had went on trying to connect Wormwood to some basic things such as temptation. Wormwood shook his head disapprovingly toward the young angel " No. It doesn't make me feel sympathetic toward them. It makes me see that I am allowed to enjoy giving into my temptations as they do. But under the foot of god, Angels must resist. While humans are allowed to get overly tempted and give in to those temptations as they please." It was not the same for Angels. Who were often punished for even the slightest bit of virtuous or sinful behaviors.

As Eira spoke on about his betrayal Wormwood grew more angered by her fragile attempt to make him an equal to god " I am nothing like God. And this human is nothing like me." Wormwood says coldly " That is why these things, must be." Narrowing his eyes then, he sneered slightly "NO! For that reason, we should not be forced to serve the humans. And ignore our needs, our wants, our temptations in servitude to the morals. My fall showed me this. These humans do not care about each other, or us, or really even god. More than they care about them self. They have done, and will do, the cruelest of things to one another. And we have been made to watch them do these things. Watching their selfish wars. And for what. SO our Father can order us to do things that we will then be punished for. Because of his precious infatuation with these monstrous creatures he has made for us to witness? Because If we were supposed to protect them, as you seem to think. Why would he send me down from the skies, to poison their waters?"

Of course Wormwood had known that the angels who had not fallen didn't have much capacity to understand the pain of such a betrayal as Wormwood had felt from god. The pain and suffering God had placed on Wormwood against his will, do to order and rank. Wormwood had fallen, and after, had seen the true nature of god. God had been nothing more than something who had too much power. Like the many five year olds he had watched in his lifetimes of living on earth. Who burned ants, tortured animals, simply cause they could. Humans, who murdered each other over the stupidest of reasons. Hated each other for even stupider ones. Wormwood had witnessed it all. The hand of god, and his puppets at work. There was no reasoning with someone who had the veil over their eyes "This is all a game to him, Eira. We are just players in it. Nothing matters. Death, life. What we do, in any of these lives. It's the vicious circle our God has wanted us in, all along. You are not protected from him, just because he's ignoring you now. He won't forever." At her question he shook his head "No, Eira. These are my orders. Just as you have yours, to stop me from what I am supposed to do."