( she's there first again, not precisely in the exact same location, someone else had sat on the bench leaving lilith to wander the park. it was a nice enough day and it gave her the opportunity to eavesdrop for a brief time on those also in the park.
she stops just beside a larger a tree, head tipping up to the bird that was perched in the tree, looking at it for a few seconds before studying the paths again )
Yes, it'll work this time.
( to anyone else she might look like she's talking to herself but really lilith's talking to the bird -- her familiar, stolas )
[ alucard doesn't have his dog with him this time, when he appears. the priest lives with him now, so it's fine to leave the pup at home when he leaves. he's solidly in one piece now, no longer a yelling severed head, and it doesn't take him long to spot her by the tree and approach, inclining his head in greeting.
his hands are in the pockets of his duster but he pulls them out when he pauses by her, crossing his arms over his chest lazily. he's smiling, because his mood has improved somewhat (he was absolutely soured for days, a pill to deal with). ]
( he'll hear a caw in response from the tree, a lone black raven sitting up there )
Yes, I'm certain.
( there's a second caw, then a third before lilith looks up at the bird, not entirely pleased with it before she waves it off, stolas flying off to do what she'd requested earlier.
when she looks to him there's a trace of a smile, equally agreeable in the sentiment and she pushes her hair back from her face where it had fallen )
Then we shouldn't waste it. Your head looks good.
( as if there were no traces of what he'd been through )
[ he watches this, interested. he's fully aware of witches and their familiars, and his own ties with his familiars (gone and dead, used up, he's alone now--)
at her comment about his head he lets out a rough bark of a laugh, head tipping back to the sky briefly before he looks at her again, eyes dancing. ]
Some friends managed to return my body to me, so I was able to properly reform. Right as rain, in the end. He's lucky I don't scar, I'd be more put out than I already am.
( not that his head wasn't but he hadn't been dying.
she steps closer to him, invading his space, still curious about his next for a moment, pushing collar aside to examine the seamless join of his head on his body.
and then she'll lean back, only briefly as she takes one of his hands in hers )
[ he tips his head aside to allow for it, for her inspection. he doesn't mind, in any case: it's attached, there's no mark, it's like nothing happened.
his other arm drops to his side and he nods when she takes his hand, lofting an eyebrow slightly. ]
Take it as you will, I bleed easily enough, and there's enough within me.
[ yeah because he chugs like four blood bags a day. glutton. ]
( glove is slid off, tucked into his pocket and she turns his hand over to have palm resting on palm, gripping him at the wrist. she points at the sigils, quiet focus on her expression before dragging her finger through the air, the effect as if she was slicing him up due to the cut forming, blood spilling across the back of his hand.
and then her hand stretches out, hovering over his. latin tumbles from her lips as she begins the spell, words firmer, perhaps more intense even if her voice still remains at a volume only for them.
as she recites he'll feel a burning sensation across both hands, the sigils on this one being the central focus, blood used to amplify the power of her words )
[ he stills utterly, simply watching her, taking in the steps, the procedure, how she goes about it. he's pliant, anyway, because it's not as though he can die, honestly, so he may as well try everything.
and the burning is not unfamiliar--he hisses air through his teeth but not in pain, in recognition, because something is happening, which is rare when someone works on the seals, and--
--it feels strange but not in a way that alarms him (and boy, does he know alarming strange) so he doesn't say anything, doesn't stop her, just.
( words repeat, a little more intensity to her voice, the spell requiring power not solely in terms of magical strength but in how it was cast.
it lasts perhaps thirty more seconds, burning intensifying, his skin even hot to lilith's touch before the effects can be seen, sigils almost fizzling away as if burned off, light scaring where they'd been that lilith expects won't remain for long.
though she holds his wrist a little longer the hand that hovered above moves away, allowing them both to look at his hand )
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How did he betray you?
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and still my enemies, enemies of god, were allowed to prevail, to take my lands, to sever my head as the sun rose over the hills
what was the purpose of my servitude if it was all for naught
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There is no test without reward.
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that last i don't mind, they're all mongrels where i'm from
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SEVERAL DAYS LATER
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give me a time
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she stops just beside a larger a tree, head tipping up to the bird that was perched in the tree, looking at it for a few seconds before studying the paths again )
Yes, it'll work this time.
( to anyone else she might look like she's talking to herself but really lilith's talking to the bird -- her familiar, stolas )
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his hands are in the pockets of his duster but he pulls them out when he pauses by her, crossing his arms over his chest lazily. he's smiling, because his mood has improved somewhat (he was absolutely soured for days, a pill to deal with). ]
A good day for it.
[ wry. any day is a good day for freedom. ]
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Yes, I'm certain.
( there's a second caw, then a third before lilith looks up at the bird, not entirely pleased with it before she waves it off, stolas flying off to do what she'd requested earlier.
when she looks to him there's a trace of a smile, equally agreeable in the sentiment and she pushes her hair back from her face where it had fallen )
Then we shouldn't waste it. Your head looks good.
( as if there were no traces of what he'd been through )
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at her comment about his head he lets out a rough bark of a laugh, head tipping back to the sky briefly before he looks at her again, eyes dancing. ]
Some friends managed to return my body to me, so I was able to properly reform. Right as rain, in the end. He's lucky I don't scar, I'd be more put out than I already am.
[ a joke. he doesn't care about scarring. ]
Overall a nasty experience, but done with now.
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( not that his head wasn't but he hadn't been dying.
she steps closer to him, invading his space, still curious about his next for a moment, pushing collar aside to examine the seamless join of his head on his body.
and then she'll lean back, only briefly as she takes one of his hands in hers )
I'll need some of your blood.
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his other arm drops to his side and he nods when she takes his hand, lofting an eyebrow slightly. ]
Take it as you will, I bleed easily enough, and there's enough within me.
[ yeah because he chugs like four blood bags a day. glutton. ]
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and then her hand stretches out, hovering over his. latin tumbles from her lips as she begins the spell, words firmer, perhaps more intense even if her voice still remains at a volume only for them.
as she recites he'll feel a burning sensation across both hands, the sigils on this one being the central focus, blood used to amplify the power of her words )
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and the burning is not unfamiliar--he hisses air through his teeth but not in pain, in recognition, because something is happening, which is rare when someone works on the seals, and--
--it feels strange but not in a way that alarms him (and boy, does he know alarming strange) so he doesn't say anything, doesn't stop her, just.
waits. ]
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it lasts perhaps thirty more seconds, burning intensifying, his skin even hot to lilith's touch before the effects can be seen, sigils almost fizzling away as if burned off, light scaring where they'd been that lilith expects won't remain for long.
though she holds his wrist a little longer the hand that hovered above moves away, allowing them both to look at his hand )
Check the other.
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