<b><i>S H E</i></b>minded the guns. Lilith minded them a great fucking deal, and Kormir's audacity to sling infuriated, pitifully pathetic daggers at<i>her </i>with his eyes when he wasn't able to keep a hold on her. Not when Sal had snatched her out of the booth, feet tripping over themselves and knees buckling but she never fell, not when he had a hold of her arm until he was sure she was behind him. But Lily poked her head around anyways, glaring right back at the<i>ingrate </i>they were doing business with. It had fuck all to do with her being afraid of the small "arsenal" aimed, or just flashed. She'd fuck the barrel before it ever intimidated her, giving the veil of her virginity over to the cold, Marakov metal before she shriveled and squeaked. The sneer she gave him begged to know how the fuck he had the nerve to get all up in his emotions like a goddamned<i>green</i>-hand rather than a man of his power and position with the ability of controlling them, and insult her brother as well as herself! All of that after she had just given him what<i> <b>he </b>so desperately wanted,</i>needed, pined for. What<b>o n l y </b>she could give him, at that.<br/>Lilith had not giveth and taketh away! She simply gave to him what he would need to seek the long lost lover he sought, whenever he wanted to. He didn't need<i>her;</i>this weak, cowardly bastard. She gave him the tools! She'd given him, shown him, taught him the simplicity of conjuring the spirit of his Katrina - or the illusion of - only be threatened with his tantrum?<br/><br/>She'd known by the way his hands had gripped her knee's, Yatcha had been turbulently thrumming with an urgency to spread her open. Almost as if he regarded her as the Holy book to his Babushka's old, orthodox scripture. But Lilith, perhaps she was more naive than she initially believed herself to be, or ever would.<br/><br/>Right arm lifting to sling a pointed finger towards Kormirs's face she wasn't close enough to<i>now </i>to cram it in his nose the way she wanted, Lilith opened her mouth with a gasp of air so that she could declare<i> no peace!</i>Not for his head, his soul, yet the split second her pink lips parted and tongue suctioned to the roof of her mouth to articulate that very hex, it snapped shut and the room was spinning. Lilith was rendered down to a mere marionette, and could feel the baleful ire and emotion emanating off of her brother; master of her strings, now. It wasn't the same as Kormir's, not so much as a cunt hairs close,  for Salace had the ability remain this enormously calm, eerie storm on the outside who only radiated lethality no matter what he reeled with internally.<br/>And that was the difference between him and Kormir.<br/>That's what set him apart from the masses in the seedy underworld.<br/>And that's what made him,<b>Sal</b>, the only thing capable of instilling a shred of fear into her.<br/><br/>It's also why she felt her throat begin to dry, the tequila and Yga soiled roots perspiring coolly in a thin sheen across her face.<br/>He was angry? At her. And the role of vixen was dwindling back down to the eighteen year old girl from the backwoods swamp lands who drank for free and underage, yet only a little at a time, when they were suddenly on the move. His strides were so long! While Salace moved like a stalking beast on a sunday stroll's prowl, Lilith had to pump her fumbling little legs to keep up lest he literally drag her out of there. But she still managed a wave and a wink and a cute little grin at Manny who stood behind the bar, shining a glass beyond it's polished ability while he watched the scene. The guy hardly tipped his head at her, chin tilting down and eyes lifting up like he could shade his perverse intrigue and hide what he visualized behind those murky water hazels.<br/><i>Maybe he'll find my boots and stow them away for me</i>, the girl thought; ridiculously. But they were her favorite pair! All well worn, soft leather that she could name the day, time, place and reason for each scuff on both toes. She attached to clothes, too.<br/>Wasn't gonna ask Salace to slow down and let her grab them, not when he got like<b><i>this </i></b>and besides... while the very,  very early morning air was damp and brisk? Her heart was pumping blood through her veins at a speed that made her warm all over. Too warm.<br/>...And not the way she liked to be. Not the kind of warmth his roving hand over all the inappropriate places, mouth too, evoked within. Nah this heat was uncomfortable, and had her chewing the roughened spot inside her cheek until she felt a blood vessel burst and tasted copper on her tongue.<br/><br/><i>Nervous</i>.<br/>She fucking hated when he was mad at her.<br/><br/>"It wasn--"<b><i>magic</i></b>, Lilith had been poised to quip, however his hauling her into the backseat of the sleek car cut her words off with a squeak, and then she couldn't continue them since his weight all but fell into her, made the air leave her belly in a grunting woosh.<br/>Would the monster show mercy?<br/>Well, whatever the answer to that was, Lilith did not weld herself against the door so that she was as far away from him as possible. Not even when she saw the glow of his eyes, ones not so unlike her own when she plucked out the contacts. Sal's were an inferno, and she half expected to catch fire and just burn down to ash right there in the seat. But still he was her full moon rising over the dark waters of her blood. Oh, how savagely he tugged at her tide and as the age old adages went; like a moth to a flame, like a bone in a socket, a heart in blood, she stayed close. If he wanted her away from him, then he wouldn't be near crushing her between the door and himself;<i>she preferred himself</i>.<br/><br/>Moments would pass silently, and...yea; Lilith waited like a brat for him to break first. Of course Sal didn't "break" at all, which made her fisher and pick at the chopped purple polish in bed nails but his words got a full bodied flinch out of her and a brow furled gape too -<i> a whore? Like <b>h e r</b>?</i>She'd have preferred he took the knife from where he never removed it and carved his name into her goddamned collarbone than make such an accusation.<br/><i>But</i>---but it... Salace wasn't truly regarding her, his baby sister, to<i>that </i>right? It had to be Kormir! Yatcha must have gotten him all riled, and she was simply the closest thing to an objective target as he had to vent his rancor. What had she done? And the poor fucking doe, she didn't know when it was appropriately prompt to be afraid, cautious, or not to go reaching for a rabidly starved dog. She had no sense of fear! Not when it counted anyways, like right then. Not until he was viciously stripping out of the coat, and her face fell with some kinda sadness. If he only knew how much she adored him wearing that, looking every bit of the animal he was, and how feverishly delirious she'd get if imagined what it would feel, look, and smell like to have herself wrapped all up in it and against him. Friction of skin threatening to spontaneously combust them into fire.<br/><br/>But Lilith wasn't blessed with time for illusion.<br/>Sal thwarted that when she had to jerk back out of the way of his swinging branch, his bellow causing her eyes to wince and her teeth to rattle, and she felt her spine stiffen and breath catch.<br/>Playtime was definitely over.<br/><br/><i>No</i>, Salace was right, they didn't<i><b>need </b></i><b>her</b>! Lily vehemently nodded like she was trying oh-so-very hard to convince him she knew that. She understood it. She got it. Now if he would just listen and try to---nah. Nah he had no aim to listen to anything, as much became palpable when her eyes narrowed, nearly crossing, at the finger in her face and her body wasn't braced for his stranglehold. She was no match for him.<br/><br/>Lilith whimpered, but not from his grip, instead it was the result of his onslaught; a sharp thump of her skull partly against the glass and the material that framed it. Some hollow sort of noise was guttural in her throat, and instinct had her hands latching around his wrist.<br/>Only pulled once though - futile as it was, humans had stupid reflexes. When it remained like a vice around her neck, Lilith tilted her chin up and head back as far as was possible to leave herself with<i>juuuust </i>enough breathing room in her airway which, wasn't much considering  her head was sliding down and back into that hard groove. Pulling strands of hair out of her scalp from being trapped beneath her, digging into bony shoulder blades and visibly knotted spine.<br/><br/>No panic.<br/>That was worse.<br/>Since his eyes were halfway normal?<br/>Her brain didn't misfire, or scramble.<br/>She stayed calm, albeit with anxiety for anticipating easier breathing.<br/><br/>The girl didn't speak, and not because she couldn't but because she didn't<i> want.to.<b>yet</b></i>. Lilith wanted him to let go of her, and let her love him<i>like she loved</i>to do, and reassure him that whatever she'd triggered in his head wasn't fucking real. Salace had it all wrong. But, that was her fault, Lilith took the ownership for that. She<i>did </i>know better, but sometimes....sometimes things just happened the way they did because...cause... what other way was there if not to surrender to your own wisdom and wit and primitive DNA?<br/>Not that she would tell him that.<br/>Lilith used the hands around his wrist, lessened their grip to a mere hovering hold that only skimmed his skin as she began to lightly glide her palms down to the bend of his arm and back up again, kneading reverently and nodding best she was able to from the way he had her completely at his clemency that her dyed hues softened a plea for. Then, after working her throat to swallow, feeling the muscles and cartilage rippling against his fingers and palm, Lily reached up with her right hand to grasp the back of his neck, pushed the left fist into the door, and began to ease herself upwards. Testing first, little by little to gauge if he would let her and when he did she seated herself on him the exact same position she'd taken up space on Kormir in.<br/><br/>Only this was no dance or bedazzlement.<br/>She was like a feline, all grazes and nuzzles and softness.<br/>How else could she convey anything if not bending her cheek to his?<br/>Sliding it back and forth with her hand laying atop the one she didn't pull away from.<br/><br/>"Sheeee," the girl began to breathe in his ear, never relenting the stroke on his knuckles  or the caressing of her soft cheek against his own, "is not<i>here</i>." And the girl spoke with a strained contempt - not for him though; for<i><b>Devanaaaaa</b></i>, "<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2F64.media.tumblr.com%2F9752e0b10ffbefe928187451f5c2ac7c%2Ftumblr_or9e1try2x1r3dpmyo10_250.gifv&amp;hash=c8ba6308b73baee8a540ef91a9ac1152" href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/9752e0b10ffbefe928187451f5c2ac7c/tumblr_or9e1try2x1r3dpmyo10_250.gifv" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><b>I, </b>am not, <i>her</i></a>."  Lily told him with tender insistence and a plea for him to look at her and see that, then craned her neck back to give him her eyes and look at his face. All those chiseled, sharp lines not dissuading her in the least in fact she ran her hand up to stroke her knuckles along the length of his jaw with one hand, reaching with the other to snatch his poorly treated coat, that didn't do nothin to nobody, and leaning back long enough to drape it around herself. Lilith kept her arms out of the sleeves though, might as well have been a king sized quilt for her size, and neither did she cocoon him in it but only because his blood still burned. All the thing was good for, was a makeshift curtain and the illusion of being tented;<i>alone</i>.<br/><br/>"I'm not her, Saly." Lilith said again, a twinge of morose promise, using the name she'd called him since she was able to talk. Didn't sound like S<i>a</i>lly, more so S<i>o</i>lly.<br/>She sniffed and arched, which caused the globes of her ass to slid down his thighs, and laid her palms on his pecs but they crawled up to the grooves of his neck, "I thought since you told me 'bout his dead flame,"<i>he had told her, right</i>? He must have. How else would she have known? There was<b>their </b>magic, and then there was...just...fucking magic but Lilith wasn't a<i>seeress</i>... "then you'd want me to play on that. It was ju-just...it was just like..." her face pinched fleetingly with frustrated ignorance, unable to find the right description, or word. For someone who'd never set foot in a public school or had a social circle outside of her 'family', Lilith had read enough books, both Moira and her brother made sure she knew how to read at all since if it'd been left up to Devana all Lilith would be able to make out were the words written in the book passed down through more generations of women than either of them could fathom, so she was very well versed in her vocabulary but sometimes she had to sift through several pages filed away in her mind.<br/>Then her eyes lit up a little, analogy's always worked better. Metaphors, whateverthefuck-have you, "Like a magic trick! Get him lookin' one way, then givin him what he wants to see when ya bring him back into focus. I only helped him t'see what<i>he </i>wanted, and later he'll drink up two more vials, hopin to see her again and he will and he'll know then it's, not,<i>me </i>he needs. It's<b>you</b>." She declared emphatically, enveloping the hard line of his jaw and kissing the corner of his mouth, "He, needs, you. And he'll distribute far and wide, and," pausing with a rogue grin, Lilith took his hand that'd been around her throat, still raspy when she spoke but clear enough, and turned it over palm side up as she bent to it, eyes lifted up at his while her breath swept his splayed out fingers and center of that palm, "and he'll eat any scraps right outta  your hand." Bending more, her tongue met the heel of said hand, and she lightly slid it it to the tip of his middle finger where she kissed the calloused pad of it as if to put emphasis on her prophetic words.<br/><br/>"He'll distribute to whoever you want him to, wherever you want him to, and he'll bankrupt his damned self to make sure he's always stocked up just as right as rain. See? So he got his feathers ruffled," Lilith didn't speak flippantly, she knew better, and now her fingers stroked through his hair; crows feathers of his own, "But he'll never forget what<i>you </i>did for him tonight. Ya let me give him a taste of somethin nobody else and no other drink ever will of somethin he thought he<i>never </i>could again! From this night on? He, is<i>your </i>dog and he'll do all the fetchin' you tell him to do." Oh how pleased she looked and sounded too, but it didn't last.<br/>Lilith had to force another swallow, and a tremulous exhale followed it. Her eyes fell to his mouth,  narrowing there because his lips were easier to maintain leveled with than his scopes, and her black lashes matching the onyx lined lids fluttered several times over while she thought.<br/><br/>Thought about what he said.<br/>What he'd felt.<br/>How that feeling made him look like he wanted to tear his own skin away from the seams of his body.<br/>Or rip her face off just so she wouldn't be a constant reminder of<i>her</i>, no matter she did everything in her power not to.<br/>Her chest felt constricted, and she didn't want to come off as petulant or like a brat.<br/>"But okay." Ashamed and pink-cheeked relented, "I won't be her." A vow.<br/>Lilith let her arched back cave into a fluid bow, laying her upper body against his and manipulating his hand again so that it flattened over her heart between them. Would he have to rip it out of her chest to inspect it and be sure what she professed was true?<br/>"I, am not, her. Don't be mad."<br/><br/>It was all she could give him. And she believed it was all true, even if it wasn't. But what she really had wanted to say? Was much simplier and summarized, sensible be damned. She only whispered it instead. The way someone idly forgets themselves and words just happen to slide down from the mind and breeze out of the mouth without your knowing so when she dropped her hairline down onto his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Come on, tempestuous brother, and let me calm the storm in your ryes. Evenn though we set sail on a sea of treacherous tides, you are the anchor that stills my soul." A slew of breathy syllables, then she kissed that shoulder.<br/><br/>Some poem by some dead guy who wasn't ever acknowledged for a single word scribbled until he was half eaten by worms in the grave. But Lilith had loved them when she first read them however many years ago, and recited them as often as he did his harrowing stags riddle.