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Every morning since then, she walks in like there’ll be some huge revelation, like fire and ashes and earth-shattering power. But she walked out of her bedroom, rubbing sleepy eyes, and immediately felt stupid; he was settled on the couch, buried into a book. She trudged sleepily to the fridge, pouring herself orange juice with the concentration of a hawk. 

‘Do you want anything?’ She looked over. Still reading. Dantalion is weak and injured, Yoosung’s firm voice warned. Steadily, she poured. You will only scare him. She barely even approached him on that fact. Eun-chae wouldn’t even be surprised if the news that she knew got to him before she even told him. Her glass fills to the top. 

‘I just bought waffles ‘cause you didn't really have that much. And I can go get coffee, do we need coffee? I mean, I have the day off so I don’t really mind---’ And, her beverage overflows onto the counter. Whoops.  

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                “ jesus, ” don’t say jesus in front of the angel, “ what the hell are you crying for all of a sudden? you look like you just saw a ghost. ” it’s not every day someone wakes up from limbo in merely a year, especially when it comes to the injuries he suffered protecting william and everyone else from his mind shattering. he gave a gentle pat to the general’s head and laughed, “ what? did you think i was going to take this lying down? i’m a stubborn ass, it’s not going to happen. ”

                 he could not counter his former rival’s words. nor could he counter ANYTHING, given his current state. he would have swatted that large hand away from his head ( lest the GIANT wish to face the consequences of messing up an angel’s hairstyle. ) alas, no strike or snarky comment was made. so out of character for him. perhaps he had grown in those short years which passed. 

               hearing Dantalion LAUGH. that was Sitri’s downfall. “ why did you wake so early ! “ he takes a stride forward, digging the sharp end of his heel against the ground. he hoped he would leave a mark. “ why ? why must you always be so... so... -! “ utterly unbecoming of him, he wraps slender arms around the demon’s waist and CLINGS ( an action he has not bestown upon anyone since Solomon. ) “ ... damn you ... "

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                  glancing towards his RIVAL ( his biggest issues  &  perhaps closest companion )  /  Sitri clicked his tongue and notably flicked his hair. “ Nephilim, what do you want ? “ the insult rolls out like a well-practiced speech, taught by none other than his Uncle. whatever underlying CONNECTION between them could never be spoken aloud in the midst of such political wars. “ our dearest William is not here, so... be quick. “

               he crouches down; utterly occupied with tossing pieces of BREAD into the tranquil pond he had found  /  just outside Stratford’s borders. the anatomy of creatures up here seemed overly fascinating. ducks, he was fascinated with ducks. “ ... i like it up here. it’s nice. “  (  the comment is soft. he partly hopes it goes UNNOTICED. weakness did not suit him in the eyes of such a rival. )

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                        “ Solomon is gone, “ Sitri waltzed into view, attire TIGHT  &  flamboyant as ever. ( he swore Gilles had far more input to his fashion than his uncle. ) “ Lucifer is going to SLEEP soon, which leaves you  &  i at odds, Dantalion. “ heels click sharply as he approaches the nephilim. he looks daunting as usual, all BLACK  &  RED. in comparison to Sitri’s colours of purples, whites  &  blues; Dantalion was like a shadow. 

                       “ i should think that, next time we see each other, we shan’t be on good TERMS, “ ( they would have no choice. it had been different once; with Solomon. in his arms all was well  &  there had never been anything fearful plaguing his mind. even Dantalion had smiled back then. ) “ so … i’m sorry, for what it’s worth. though i suppose it’s easier to wash ourselves of any ties, now that HE’S been taken from us. “ 

                       no-one was around. even Gilles had been ordered to stay behind whilst Sitri settled the score on his future-rival. ( demon politics would likely tear them apart. otherwise, he had no REASON to hold anything against Dantalion. in fact, he had been quite pleasant company during the times spent with Solomon among the other Pillars. ) now he’s standing on his toes, fingers curling against Dantalion’s vest. he had always been DARING, would never turn down a challenge from the other Pillars. he had his fair share of fun and games with the others, perhaps even Solomon, at times… now Dantalion was all that remained. 

                       he places his lips against Dantalion’s, closing his eyes to savor the TASTE ( he tasted of HIM. of Solomon. ) there might have been a growl, a sound of hunger. he was a creature of sin, after all. yet he pulled away, not wanting to throw himself into a FIGHT before the candidates were officially chosen. “ … until next time. good luck. “

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                      twirling, Sitri pats down each crease upon the breast of his shirt and SIGHS… loudly. “ i never imagined you would be so dedicated to fashion in ANY sense. “ he rolls his wrist, watching the puffy cuff of his sleeve smooth over the back of his hand. ( he’s inclined to SMILE, but he would hate to seem satisfied with Dantalion’s pick of choice. ) “ remind me why i need to wear this, again ? no… in fact, REMIND me why you chose it… “

                      pivoting on his heel, he raises his arms out either side. “ tie me, “ the request leaves his lips as a COMMAND; far too used to being dressed by others. ( licking his lips, he flips his hair  &  simply waits for the back of his shirt to be tied together. ) “ hurry up. “