#lilith interactions

[thekingswench]

closed starter for [ @ofvanguards ]

Sauntering into the emergency room with an air of confidence and, if she was being honest, boredom, Lilith Kaplan doesn't so much as blink an eye when people stare at her blood covered clothing, nor her bruised face, her bloodied knuckles, the hand she holds loosely to her chest. When she smiles, sweetly, at the front desk nurse and asks where Argis Dathrohan is, as they have an engagement, the perky little blonde points a shaky hand down the hall.

She's walking and talking, so no one stops her, and she likes it that way. All she wants is to get her shit taken care of, talk to a friend, and then leave for a drink or ten.

"Argis, darling, I think I broke my hand. Can you be a dear and give it a once over?"

[thekingswench]

Closed starter for @wintercolourss​!

The brunette’s steps were self-assured and confident in her boots, a signature smirk curling her mouth as she walked down the hall. The jeans she wore were dark denim, distressed, and well-worn, her favorite pair. Leather was slung over her shoulders, a bright red to match her lips, to of-set the dark greys and blacks she wore otherwise. Lilith had no bag but a bottle of wine was slung from loose fingertips, swaying at her side as she walked. 

The apartment complex was a small one, but it was one that the woman knew well. She was here often enough, visiting someone that she saw...fairly often. Ana. She didn’t know what to call the other woman besides that, if she was hers or not. See, Lilith didn’t...know emotional attachment, didn’t really understand it, not when it was connected to her. 

She knew friends, somewhat, knew fucking. But not...Ana.

But she could learn to, someday. Maybe with Ana. Maybe not. 

A quick rapping of her knuckles on the door once, twice, three times before she rocked back on a heel. When the door opened, the smirk turned into a small smile. Lilith gestured with the bottle. “Brought wine. What was it you wanted to talk about so badly, love?” 

[thekingswench]

Closed starter for @a-museing-rps!

Lilith walked into the building like she owned it, head up, shoulders back, smirk on her lips. There was something positively exciting about keeping your cards close to your chest and, as far as these things went, Lilith was a professional at it.

She'd stumbled across this little operation a few months back, during a bust for a guy that'd skipped out on his bail in Jersey. She circled back around to it every so often, particularly when she was low on cash. It kept her in gas money and let them continue their little...business, even if it was reprehensible.

Lilith had seen too much shit in her life to sweep it under the rug. Usually, anyway. She also knew when to use her information to her advantage and, right now, that's what she intended to do.

The brunette came into view about half an hour later, Lilith seated primly by a window, sipping at her cappuccino. Without looking up from what she was reading, the bounty hunter archer a brow. "This was the meeting time wasn't it, darling? I'd so hate for you to be put out by meeting me. After all, we've become such wonderful friends."

[thekingswench]

dearxeden​:

Anthony wasn’t one to dress up like a dandy, doesn’t even own a full suit and tie attire. In the untouched back of his closet there was a suit jacket from over twenty years ago… rumour has it that there was a time he fitted in there, but his now broad, muscular shoulders didn’t allow that anymore. Ultimately, he was given by the bureau a tailored suit, black on black, a very classy, but modern cut. It wasn’t comfy, he didn’t felt like himself, but knowing his partner was going to suffer far worse … well it made the situation a tad bit more amusing than thought at first.

Stepping into her rooms, he wasn’t able to suppress his cheeky grin. Lilith in a dress, it was so wrong, but exactly the humour he needed right now before the serious matter of the mission started. Anthony could read the mood in the room as he approached her. “Who are you? And where the fuck did they leave Lilith? I swear to God she was suppose to be on this mission.” He mocked her before doing as asked. “Take a deep breath.” Anthony told her to before he zipped her up. It was a tight fucking dress, formfitting would be an understatement. “You look …. perfect for the mission. Just need to work on the attitude later, missy. Just imagine you are wearing something that isn’t this thing.” He pointed at her dress.

@dearxeden; continued from HERE

Blowing a breath out between puffed cheeks, Lilith swallowed down her ire for a few moments. Just barely. Anthony was teasing her, and she knew that. If this had been earlier on in their partnership, she'd have ripped him a new one. Now, though, she just flipped him off as she turned, sucking in a deep breath so he could get the zipper up the rest of the way. It had been too awkward for her to reach between her own shoulder blades.

Smoothing a hand down the front once it was on all the way, Lilith took a step forward, wiggling the dress down her hips a bit. "Bloody thing almost shows the knife," she muttered darkly, turning her heel out to get a look at where she'd placed the only weapon she could reasonably fit under this dress.

It was a tight fit, to say the least.

Catching sight of Anthony in the mirror, a smirk curled around the edge of Lilith's mouth. She turned, then, and sauntered around her partner, drinking the sight of him in, amusement on her face. "Well. At least we're both highly uncomfortable," she said at last, stopping in front of him, smiling briefly at his roundabout compliment. "Your tie is crooked, though. Looks like a five year old did it," she chided, clicking her tongue as she reached up to fix it.

It only took her a few moments before a perfect Windsor sat at the crest of Anthony's throat, and Lilith nodded in approval at her own work.

[thekingswench]

closed starter for @dearxeden​ 

Lilith couldn’t believe her luck, really. In fact, it had been a bit shite for a while now, but this took the cake. She was wearing a bloody dress, and she could not hate it more. Well, she probably could, but that would cut back on the ability to bitch about it all to any one who would listen. 

Was it for the ‘greater good’ of their mission? Yes, most certainly. But that did not mean she had to like it, particularly when the dress the bureau chose for her was so low cut that her tits were going to fall out if she sneezed wrong, not to mention the fact that she couldn’t zip the bloody thing. 

Huffing to herself as she fixed her garter, the knife snug against her thigh, she stood back to her full height when the door opened up behind her, letting in her partner during this whole affair. 

Lilith turned, a hand on her hip and a scowl on her face, as she took in the man’s much easier attire. 

“It’s about bloody time,” she grumbled, gesturing to the back of her dress. “Can you help me zip this thing up? Bloody thing is stuck. I think they chose the smallest damn size they had on hand.”