justprompts - Homecoming
(picture prompt. Camille = training_wings.)
It took some time, but Shade came around. The pain lessened and in time - after staying cooped up for awhile - he was starting to feel okay with his old self. He felt like himself more than ever, and he hardly remembered what he had done in the time between. He only remembered the pain. Both from losing his soul and regaining it. He didn't want to face that kind of pain ever again.
He needed some time on his own so he sent Liam away. His friend had kept close watch of him while he was out, and he felt...guilty. Not a feeling he'd had recently. He also heard that Amy had been there for a little while. He would have to find a way to thank her. Because he was thankful, as well.
In the beginning, when he was so out of it all, he had thought the young girl was in his head. He thought her voice and her touch were something he was conjuring up in need of comfort. However, when he was more conscious of the world around him, he realized that Liam saw the girl, too. They argued a lot actually.
She was an angel.
Why he had his own angel he didn't quite know, but she made him feel safe. Not to say he wanted her around or wanted to change into whatever her kind wanted him to be, but she was there anyway. They couldn't get her to stay away really.
Shade sat on his bed, his back to the wall as he faced Liam's bed. His legs were spread out before him and he was slowly smoking a cigarette. Camille sat on Liam's bed watching Shade. Her legs were curled Indian style and her head was tilted slightly, her blond hair spilling slightly into her face. It really irked Shade that the vessel they gave her was so hot. It made it harder to want her to go away. And it reminded him of how long it had been since he'd had a woman. Far too long, as he didn't remember any he had been with without soul.
"What?" He finally asked, his voice softly breaking the silence.
"What does it feel like?" She asked curiously. She was a very curious angel. He accepted the fact that she was knew to her position, but he figured maybe the boys upstairs would give her a little more to go on. Then again, what did he know?
Smoke blew out his lips, hovering in the dark room above his head. He glanced over at her, his head still tilted down. "What does what feel like?"
"Having both good and evil inside of you?"
"Feels...normal," he shrugged. He brought the cigarette back to his lips and looked down again. "How's an ant tell you what it feels like to be an ant?"
She smiled. "That's a very good point."
He just nodded, continuing to keep silent. She didn't speak either, just watched him. After awhile he sighed and looked up at her. "I know they want you stickin' around me, but I'm not gettin' into any trouble. You really gotta be here?"
Camille blinked, her face falling straight. "Do you not want me here?"
"No. Not really," he said with a shake of his head.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Shade," she said gently. "We have no plans of hurting you."
"Sweetheart, you got no idea what they want with me. They're not gonna tell you it all. And in case you forgot? I'm not like you. I've got demon in me. We're not friends."
"He wants what's best for you," she said as she stood up. "A part of you is still His child."
Shade glared up at her, stabbing his cigarette out on the wall beside him. "I'm no one's child. Never have been. Fuck off."
She gave him an even stare and shook her head. "You don't have to be scared, Shade." Then she started to back away. Shade looked down at his hands for several beats and when he looked up again she was gone. He sighed and leaned back on his mattress.
What the fuck did God and angels want with a half-breed like him? Did they really think they could convince him to turn all good? They could shove it. He wasn't meant to be 100% anything. He was only meant to be Shade. Hovering between the middle of it all.
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It took some time, but Shade came around. The pain lessened and in time - after staying cooped up for awhile - he was starting to feel okay with his old self. He felt like himself more than ever, and he hardly remembered what he had done in the time between. He only remembered the pain. Both from losing his soul and regaining it. He didn't want to face that kind of pain ever again.
He needed some time on his own so he sent Liam away. His friend had kept close watch of him while he was out, and he felt...guilty. Not a feeling he'd had recently. He also heard that Amy had been there for a little while. He would have to find a way to thank her. Because he was thankful, as well.
In the beginning, when he was so out of it all, he had thought the young girl was in his head. He thought her voice and her touch were something he was conjuring up in need of comfort. However, when he was more conscious of the world around him, he realized that Liam saw the girl, too. They argued a lot actually.
She was an angel.
Why he had his own angel he didn't quite know, but she made him feel safe. Not to say he wanted her around or wanted to change into whatever her kind wanted him to be, but she was there anyway. They couldn't get her to stay away really.
Shade sat on his bed, his back to the wall as he faced Liam's bed. His legs were spread out before him and he was slowly smoking a cigarette. Camille sat on Liam's bed watching Shade. Her legs were curled Indian style and her head was tilted slightly, her blond hair spilling slightly into her face. It really irked Shade that the vessel they gave her was so hot. It made it harder to want her to go away. And it reminded him of how long it had been since he'd had a woman. Far too long, as he didn't remember any he had been with without soul.
"What?" He finally asked, his voice softly breaking the silence.
"What does it feel like?" She asked curiously. She was a very curious angel. He accepted the fact that she was knew to her position, but he figured maybe the boys upstairs would give her a little more to go on. Then again, what did he know?
Smoke blew out his lips, hovering in the dark room above his head. He glanced over at her, his head still tilted down. "What does what feel like?"
"Having both good and evil inside of you?"
"Feels...normal," he shrugged. He brought the cigarette back to his lips and looked down again. "How's an ant tell you what it feels like to be an ant?"
She smiled. "That's a very good point."
He just nodded, continuing to keep silent. She didn't speak either, just watched him. After awhile he sighed and looked up at her. "I know they want you stickin' around me, but I'm not gettin' into any trouble. You really gotta be here?"
Camille blinked, her face falling straight. "Do you not want me here?"
"No. Not really," he said with a shake of his head.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Shade," she said gently. "We have no plans of hurting you."
"Sweetheart, you got no idea what they want with me. They're not gonna tell you it all. And in case you forgot? I'm not like you. I've got demon in me. We're not friends."
"He wants what's best for you," she said as she stood up. "A part of you is still His child."
Shade glared up at her, stabbing his cigarette out on the wall beside him. "I'm no one's child. Never have been. Fuck off."
She gave him an even stare and shook her head. "You don't have to be scared, Shade." Then she started to back away. Shade looked down at his hands for several beats and when he looked up again she was gone. He sighed and leaned back on his mattress.
What the fuck did God and angels want with a half-breed like him? Did they really think they could convince him to turn all good? They could shove it. He wasn't meant to be 100% anything. He was only meant to be Shade. Hovering between the middle of it all.
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