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[nishtha]

Since the garden and the fall. The apple on the tree, dripping wet with morning's dew. We are all that heavy fruit, waiting to be plucked and eaten.

[multiverse]

How old are you again? You could probably convince me you're one of God's angels.

[nishtha]

A black-winged angel, perhaps. Fallen from His eternal grace.

[ Death, darkness. A legacy that stretches back to that same garden, but it begins with the serpent, poison-fanged. A memory of gazing up at grand frescos, the benevolent smiles of saints and cherubs. There's blood in his mouth. Blood on his hands. ]

[multiverse]

Not your choice compliment, I take it.

( parisa can't claim to understand the not quite guilt to armand — at least the duality of him makes sense. there is, metaphorically, and slightly literally, a hand in his. blood stained fingers knitting themselves together. )

We have to be especially bad to be taken seriously. ( we: the two prettiest girls in the world. two little knickknacks on two trophy shelves. ) For the record, I think eternal grace seems pretty overrated. Much more fun the other way.

[nishtha]

[ Her hand in his is enough to keep him from drifting further into that darkness. He takes hold of the contact, gripping her for a moment with almost feverish intensity, a frightened child who longs to be an angel. Then he subsides a little, acknowledging her words. ]

So we tell ourselves, to make it bearable. [ His awareness slides over hers, worshipful hands on her body, lips against her throat. Remembering the smell and taste of her skin. ]

Will you go to them?

[multiverse]

( a perpetual youngest sibling, parisa feels the strangest thing overcome her — sisterly protectiveness. it's not enough to stop her from leaning into him, sensual, but it's enough of a seed to nurture an affectionate little bubble in her brain, armand's name etched over it. she nods her assent, humming. )

Come with?

( an offer more than a suggestion — if he doesn't want to be alone, he has a space with her. a promise: ) Our secret.

[nishtha]

Not tonight.

[ He appreciates it and lets her feel that, a warmth that's not completely warm. Remote kindness. A squeeze of her hand before he lets go, retreating somewhat into his own mind. ]

Another time, perhaps. I need to think.

[multiverse]

Alright. ( a parting goodbye — her lips briefly on the high curve of his cheek. ) I'll see you soon.

( and a wink. the conversation didn't happen in person, but it's a more dramatic reveal to remember it that way — daniel saying how nice was armand to you? and i wouldn't mind watching you step on him. soon is soon, apparently. )