.. insane lullaby [sarah]

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The only movement Pec could see, from where he was sat, was the slow, steadily movement of the long since abandoned swings as they rocked back and forth, each hidden by an unseen breeze. Otherwise, this world was still. In a world like this, it was odd to find moments that were still, and peaceful, and one rule that might be associated with Peccáto Insani could be that still and peaceful were not him. But he wasn’t one to abide by rules, he never had been. Even rules defining himself were often changed and warped judging on the weather, or the colour of the moon, or how clear his reflection was in a plane of water.

It had been raining earlier. Pec was used to the rain, it always seemed to rain. The air was still heavily with the fog that was always left behind after a rain as fine as that had been. It hadn’t been rain at all, not in his eyes. Not, it had just been mist, heavy, thick, clear mist being pulled downwards. By gravity or temptation. Science or belief. Pec wasn’t sure which, and wasn’t sure whether he cared which it was, yet he couldn’t help but wonder. But that was him, after all. His mind wandered often, and in unidentifiable directions while his body remained still. He was in a thinking mode today.

This was the area most commonly known to be where the angels and the archangels appeared to those that they believed to be worthy enough, but Pec didn’t worry about that. He didn’t like them, and they didn’t like him, so they wouldn’t turn up. That was logic, and even after everything, after so long, logic was still something that managed to define the insanity which was slowly seeping over the edges of the container of his mind. He was insane, he knew that, and plenty who met him were aware of that, but he didn’t want to be. No, he longed for his mind to be whole again, to be able to focus on one thing rather than a rainbow of different thoughts and feelings.

He was sat on the damp grass, legs crossed and head resting in his hands, staring at the trees and the park and simply the air. Everything was so pretty, after the rain. It all shone with a hidden silver. It was like cobwebs on a frosty morning, held together as diamonds are in rich necklaces. Those trinkets weren’t made anymore, in this world of war and death and fighting and fear, were they? That was a shame. Pec had enjoyed spending what little money he’d found on things which were special, and which gleaming with tiny lights. But now there was nothing. Everyone was caught up in the fight of good versus evil, and though he enjoyed killing and fighting and hurting, he enjoyed calm as well. He wasn’t fully demon, not yet. He knew that.

His mental state, right now, was one of almost meditation. After a while of staring at the air and the trees, his baby blue eyes drifted shut, soft lashes coming to rest against high, pale cheeks. And breathed out, slowly. Breathing was something he’d never quite gotten used to either. Does an immortal need to breath? Of course, it was useful, when smoking, but also, it was a hinderance. Like if you were swimming, breathing was a bad thing. Breathing would kill you, then. Pec didn’t feel like swimming though, even though, come to think of it, the lake was not far away. He could always reach it, and that thought was rather tempting...but Pec was good at avoiding temptation. He usually resisted by singing.

“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bushes, he...laugh, kookaburra laugh...how gay your life must be...” He trailed off. That song was one which had stuck with him, through however long it had been since he’d heard it. And it wasn’t even a song. More like a nursery rhyme. Like someone sang to children to make them fall into slumber. He could see why, really.

finished ::STATUS
sarah&pec ::TAGGED
six.eight.eight ::WORDCOUNT
apologies if it's rubbish, or not what you had in mind xP ::NOTES
all mine, ‘cept lyrics. Those belong to Lady GaGa ::CREDIT

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It was early in the morning, when she had woken up with a pain in her lower back and stomach. What-ever it was - though she had an idea - she really wanted to just have the darn thing already. Five months down, four to go. Too bad angel babies didn't have a shorter gestation, or maybe they did, she didn't seem very large for her time, but she was thankful for it nonetheless. At least not a behemoth yet, she thought quietly to herself, as she shuffled out of her bed around 4 that morning and proceeded to start on some things for the day. Tying her hair into a low ponytail, the Nephilim then turned on her heel, and patted her leg as she wrapped a jacket around her shoulders and torso, as the Golden Retriever appeared. Its shiny coat revealed its recent bath time, but at least the smell of wet dog had vanished. Rain, the name she'd given the dog when she had been a puppy had her tail wagging as fast as a meteor, which could probably knock over things if she wasn't careful. Licking her chops, she scarfed down the dog food as usual, acting as if she was rarely fed. "Glad no one sees you eat, they'd think I starved you."

[/color] commented the blonde as she adjusted her shoes before patting the dog, "It's stopped raining, ready for a walk?"[/color] The dog, as usual whined happily at the mention of the four-letter word, "walk" and headed to the door which led into the main hallway of the Church where people, some probably some Nephilim like her took shelter. Mostly humans and Soldiers though.

Soldiers she helped out when she could, fixing their torn clothes and such. That helped them a lot she liked to think, especially since most people she was sure didn't want to go around with a hole in their shirt on their torso or something. Running a hand along the larger dog's back, she then looked up and nodded to an older couple, probably in their fifties or so, who were just sitting at a table, chatting. God she was so nervous with this baby. Her hand fell to her stomach, what would become of it? Probably not due for another three to four months hopefully, she was pretty frightened. It would be mostly angel, her father being an Archangel, and its father being an Archangel as well. Nibbling her bottom lip, it would have a quarter human, and she'd be sure to raise her child as she had read up and learned how to. Plus she tended to watch another couple's three-year-old son and his five-year-old sister. They weren't too bad, just when they asked to touch her stomach to see if they could feel the baby or hear its heartbeat. Grinning softly to herself as she left the Church, she uttered a prayer as she headed into the city, her anti-demon and anti-angel weapons strapped to her thighs as they always were.

Never could be too safe, plus she always had extra magazines with her as well. Pursing her lips thoughtfully, she stated to Rain, "Heel, girl. Don't want you wandering off."[/color] The dog obediently, though with a huff, listened to her, before eying her intently, then shifting her brown gaze back out in front of their path. She wouldn't stray, the blonde knew this. Smiling softly, she inhaled slowly. Ah, so nice out. After the rain everything seemed to have a new meaning to it, like a new beginning, though after a battle this could eccentuate the scent of blood they both smelled, but now, it was peaceful, and quite refreshing. Closing her eyes for a moment, the half-angel listened intently to her surroundings, before she then opened her eyes once more, and soon found herself nearing the Park. The Park where she knew all too well that there was a playground. Bright green eyes narrowed slightly, as she then paused, upon spotting someone near it, she didn't get a whiff of demon. That was good, but not angel either. So was he a human or what? Rain's hackles didn't raise up too much, but she still growled softly in her throat, at any supernatural like she usually did.

Stuffing her hands into her pockets, her head sagged slightly as she pressed on towards the swings in the Park, eying the bright-blonde haired male's side as she did so. Curiosity would probably win soon enough, as she headed towards the swings, but paused about half-way to them, closer to the guy, sitting down on the ground after the rain. Ugh, she hated when her pants got wet. Silently, the Nephilim looked towards him quietly, as Rain eyed him intently, the dog padding forward slightly, though stopping when the blonde snapped her fingers, telling her to stay by her side. Should she approach him or not? Well, after he'd stopped singing, the blonde figured it would be best not to bother him, so she resorted to the swings that were near him. Sitting down on one and rocking back and forth slightly, she groaned when Rain began to approach the man cautiously, her tail wagging back and forth slightly as she did so. Sniffing eagerly, the dog raised her head, ears perked forwards, as the blonde spoke, "Don't bother him too much, Rain."[/color]




i believe i told some lies /pec. im holding onto all i had /idk the words.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /coming soon!.
saying sorry for when i was bad /hope it's all right. :3 REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0.
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[ella]

Perhaps singing to himself wasn't the best thing for a lone fallen to do, but Pec seriously couldn't bring himself to care. He sang because he enjoyed it, because he felt like it, or simply because it was something to do. At least he'd actually sang something real this time, and not just some random words link with a few twirls of tunes and waves of imaginary music floating amongst them. It was clear, to him, in his mind, how it sounded. To others, perhaps, it did sound a little...odd. But he was rather used to seeming odd, really. Both the demons and the angels that he had met, the ones who were still alive now anyway, they would all say the same thing. He was odd, he was crazy. They avoided him usually now, after a first meeting. Which was good, he had to admit.

He turned his head slowly at the feel of wet breath creeping towards him over the previously empty area. He hadn't noticed anyone arriving, but he didn't notice anything in some states. And now he found himself almost nose to nose with a dog. A Golden Retriever, from the looks of it, and a beautiful creature at that. Pec did like animals. Animals were easier to understand than humans. It was odd, come to think of it, as he had done several times before, that even though this war was about the future of earth...it was only over humans. Didn't animals have souls as well? They were alive, they should have a choice. Then again, perhaps they did. Perhaps there were little doggy angels and doggy demons and doggy fallens just intermixed with the others. Perhaps they were all focussed on bigger things. Well, it wasn't impossible, not really...

He cocked his blonde head to the side, his blonde spikey hair being ruffled slightly - the only sign of the dogs breath and of a hidden breeze. "Hello..." he murmered, softly, not thinking as he reached out a hand towards the approaching dog. Such a pretty little thing...Pec wasn't one for killing animals. He liked to kill things which fought back. It was as close to suicide as his still slightly angel like nature was able to get. "Don't think you should have wandered off over here, girl..." he continued, talking to the dog as if it was an intelligent creature. Well, it was. Dogs were highly intelligent. "Not safe, you see, times like this. Especially not wandering around alone, no...Oh..."

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The dog wasn't the only one here now, he realised, a little belatedly. There was...He glanced over the dog, noticing the blonde girl with his eyes for the first time. A girl. That was rather nice, wasn't it? Being alone was always nice, in certain moods, but that could change rather quickly. And...Pec wasn't that sure whether he wanted to be alone or not right now. Neither was he sure whether the girl would want him talking to her dog...he guesed it was her dog anyway, as his ears murmered to him about the soft Don't bother him too much, Rain...

"It's ok..." he said, a little louder, reaching out to hold his hand in front of the animal's nose, letting her breathe in his scent. Letting her feel it. "I like the rain...Do you like the rain?" She might do. The name of the dog was apparantly Rain, after all. And Pec did like the rain. Just like he liked the wind and the snow and the sun and the rainbows. Weather was beautiful, on this world. So many different varieties...no matter who one this war, they’d probably lose some, wouldn’t they? Which was a shame...Warm air ghosted over his fingers as the animal scented him, then breathed out, but he contained his giggle. Until the dog ran a broad stripe up his palm with her flat tongue, tasting him. Then he did giggle, a musical sound ringing out over the previously still quiet-ish area.
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finished ::STATUS
sarah&pec ::TAGGED
six.eight.nine ::WORDCOUNT
Sorry for shortness xP ::NOTES
all mine, ‘cept lyrics. Those belong to Lady GaGa ::CREDIT

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