"You have to get out of town!"
"You can't let them do this to you!"
"What did you do?!"
"If they kill you, they kill me too."
"You can still run away...I'll go with you."
"We aren't the best of friends, but I don't want this to happen to you."
"I didn't even get to know you that well..."
"They can't kill you!"
"You haven't even had a trial!"
"That jury was unfair, you have to plea a second case!"
"This can't be real..."
"You can cheat death, I know you can!"
"If we run now, we can be far away by morning."
"This isn't fair..."
"They can't kill you for speaking out!"
But she’s worth it, of course. He left Eden for her and, though it might have also been his dislike of Adam, it was primarily for her. If there was one honest weakness he had, it would be his adoration for her. A highly exploitable thing. But then there’s a quick kiss before claws are digging into the sunburn and he huffs out a laugh.
“Ouch.”
And then she’s laughing for the first time in—well, since he left, actually. It’s amazing and, more than a little scary the pull he has on her; depsite her best efforts, she can feel that place in her soul thawing at his proximity. She’s had thousands of millennia to get used to the feeling though, and so it doesn’t scare her as much as it should have.
“Don’t they have sunscreen in the Middle East?”
She grabs at the tiny dragon and Azariel climbs the rest of the way with her help, wrapping herself around Lilith’s neck for a moment and giving him a warning nip on the ear before jumping off and bounding to the kitchen.
He knows she’s angry with him and, of course, it’s rightful. Leaving to the Middle East without much more than a sticky note on the fridge? Getting used to the idea of being engaged and set to marry in the near future is still a thing.
“As long as I live.”
His answer… satisfied. She’s nothing if not consistent, though, and it’ll take a lot more than a rose to make it up to her but—she’s satisfied. For now. Regardless, she curls her free hand in his shirt and tugs him down and down until she can kiss him, a quick press of lips, something to satisfy her further, and then a familiar pair of claws are digging into his back. She smiles.
“Well, it looks like Azariel missed you as much as I did.”
He probably should’ve taken her with him, but he’s freckled and sunburnt, so she might get a laugh out of it later on. Still wraps an arm around her and grins.
“Absolutely.”
He’s pulling her closer and suddenly, she’s reminded why she should be mad at him. She’s not—not really, she’s always excersized a certain amount of freedom with her demons, especially those she trusts; and she trusts Lilith most of all, so she’s not really mad that he left. She’s just not, accustomed to missing someone so much. Still, she leans into him. Ever so slightly.
That damned smile breaks free, but she bites her cheek to keep it in check, taking the rose slowly and giving it a small sniff. Tries not to hold him tight enough to throttle.
