37th Uncreation - Consummatum Est

[fallen_samael]

[Despite the damage to the exterior, Lux still stands. But inside it is quiet. Too quiet. The wards were only made to last while the owner remained, and here and there are indications were the walls were breached and the building forcibly entered. The furniture are in disarray, marking where a hasty search team might have come through. Only the

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[elainebelloc]

[ She did stay just next door to Lux. And... well, she really shouldn't be surprised. Really...

...

Elaine got up from her seat, out of the Firehouse and walked to Lux. There was no hurry in her steps, only a controlled cadence. The damage to the structure was minimal. She did consider putting up an extra ward around it, just in case. But she knew she would just get flak from him if she even tried to.

She stood in front of the doorway, her teeth biting into her lower lip, hands in her dress pockets. She waited.]

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[halffaced]

[Mazikeen had always had a sense for him. His leaving was something tangible, the extinguishing gust of wind that snuffs a candle to darkness, and even in her presence the air grew cooler.

She had felt him leave, but only now as the rubble and ruin of the city was cleared away did she go to examine the chasm in his place. To wait, or to realise that there was nothing to wait for, yet again.

The winged horse may have been a gift from gods she did not recognise, but it sped her crossing of the city and stood without a tether after her dismount. Elaine stood within sight, a brushstroke of black marked out beside the doorway, looking small and young, every inch the desperate child he had found her.]

He is ever predictable. [Mazikeen looked up at the broken facade of the bar and not at Elaine as she spoke] Perhaps we all are.

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[elainebelloc]

[ Elaine looked at Mazikeen as she dismounted and approached. Gaze impassive, always, as she scanned Lux. While she was struggling to keep it together. It was the oddest thing, really. At their first parting, she let him go with that tiny... sense that in one way or another, she would still see him again.

This time, there was this feeling of finality. That he would finally have his way of severing any and all ties.

... how she hated him for wanting that for himself. But really, could she have changed his mind?

She breathed in and out shakily. Ran a hand through her hair. He was really gone, his faded wards indicated that. All, save one. ]

... Umn. [ was all she replied to Mazikeen. She stood beside her for a spell, wanting to reach out and grab something - Mazikeen's hand, anything - to calm the tumult inside her. But there was nothing. Her fisted hands stayed inside the pockets. Elaine looked at the open doorway.]

... somethings' still warded inside.

[ She waited for her to move. She didn't want to go in Lux

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[Though she had given the girl no more than a glance, Mazikeen was careful in her observations. Less powerful than she was now, Elaine's emotions could turn the world to winter. The City had already been under snowfall, the bite in the air today may have had nothing or everything to do with her.]

Not warded against us. [She marked the girl's reticence more than her want of physical comfort. Mazikeen had never longed for anyone's touch but his and would seldom pull another close unless looking for a better angle with which to strike them.

So she stepped away from Elaine, taking the more natural response, and kicking aside the debris that blocked the bar's entrance. Inside was dark, and everything broken. Almost everthing.]

The piano.