forum School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

Started December 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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Lillian pretended like that comment didn't hurt coming from what was essentially Darren's other half. She assumed it was in good fun, ar least she hoped so. At the very least she followed after Bal trying not to trip or fall.

Balthazar had a general distaste for all humans, he thought they were just as physically weak as they were weak-minded. Lillian was hardly an exception to that yet she may be the only human he didn't hate. He feels what Darren feel whether he wants to or not. "Hold on tight, teleporting seems easier,"

"Okay," Lillian moved closer to Bal. She was honestly glad that they weren't walking in the dark building for any longer.

In a split second, their surroundings changed from a midnight street to a well lit concrete room. It had a musty smell to it and it was cold. There were no windows or doors and the walls were lines with metal cabinets. There was one in the corner. "home sweet home," Bal took his black robe off and threw it on the bed.

Lillian glanced around the room. It felt more like a prison then a home, but who was she to judge where a demon wanted to live, "Nice place you got here."

"I do not live here," Bal smiled as he opened one of the metal cabinets and set a dagger from his boot on a rack. The cabinet was filled with different kinds of weapons. "Darren does,"

Lillian hesitated hearing that word. She took a deep breath and looked around again, "When? I've never been here before."

"It's a safehouse, it's underground and because the only way in or out is to know the exact location and then to teleport, he stayed here for a long time to protect himself from the brotherhood," Bal flopped down on the bed, "He said we could trust you. No one else can know about this,"

"I won't tell a soul," Lillian felt her lips twitch into a slight smile again. She started to hug herself as she leaned against the wall of the room, bunker thing. Her hands faintly ran over the neat scars on her arms and she immediately moved them to stop herself from doing anything stupid.

"You should rest until morning," He suggested. "I know I'm not him, but we share a mind,"

Lillian frowned a little as her nails started to dig into her upper arm, "I'm fine. I, I can stay up a while longer."

"Then at least come sit," he could feel something was off with her. "I'm sorry this is happened,"

Lillian hesitated for a moment before going over to the bed, "It's fine. It's not your fault."

"I would give him back to you right now if I could, but he would be in pain and we don't need that," he sighed and laid down. "I hope I don't make you uncomfortable,"

"No, no we really don't," Lillian agreed with a nod. She let her fingers curl in and then relax again, "And, and no you don't make me uncomfortable. I just… I just need to adjust to this."

"I understand this must be difficult," He turned onto his side to look at her, "He wants you to know that he loves you and that this will be okay,"