Eden and Nod

April 23, 2019:

Darkedge and Lena have a heart to heart in a park.

NYC

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Fade In…

The night was the cool of a lingering winter giving way to spring. In the dark, stood a black clad figure, arms folded and shoulder leaned against a tree trunk. Hood down, his silver eyes flicked from human to human, watching them in silence. Perhaps he was judging them, perhaps he was counting how many he could kill, perhaps he was just puzzling over the banality of them. Whatever it was, Darkedge Queen's Blade stood watching the realm of Men pass him by.

*

Lena is one of those mortals. Head down and hands in her pockets, her expression is less apathetic than normal. Tonight, its somber, considerate; something is on the girl's mind. Swallowing she stalls, eyeing around her surroundings before taking a turn and funneling herself into the park.

*

Lena turns into the park, and silver eyes track her. Out of the sea of humanity, this one the elf knows. At least, enough to pick her face out of the crowd. Seeing her, the slight changes that make humans so interesting to the timeless ageless fae, Darkedge reaches out his thoughts and brushes a wordless half-caress towards her mind. A hint of amusement, a hint of boredom, a hint of 'notice me'; it is as wordless as he hopes it is irresistible.

*

Lena twitches at that feeling, her eyes jerking around to try and spot where that feeling was coming from. She's tense now, angry perhaps, but then she finds him and sighs. Easing her temper, her strides bring her closer to the elf and his tree of choice. "Edge." She greets softly. "Next time just…call out. I've had more than enough things in my head for a life time. I don't enjoy it."

*

She tensed. Darkedge spotted it in the darkness, and so waited for her to draw near enough that he could speak aloud and be heard. He prefaces it with a light bow.

"Lena. I would not be so rude, to enter your mind and pluck out your thoughts without permission. I merely offer my thoughts for you to ear, if you allow," he murmurs, voice once against horse adn raspy from disuse. Call out? Aloud? Laughable.

*

"That's nice and all, but I'm serious. Just…yeah." Rubbing her brow and then against the bridge of her nose. "Anyway, why are you lurking this time? Setting up another hit list?" She muses, or attempts to, her face tired as were her actions.

*

None of it going unnoticed by the elf. He dips his head in mute promise to refrain from sending to her for the time being.

"Merely watching the parade of Men, for I make not the List. I merely see to its execution," he replies, remaining leaned upon the tree. His silver gaze slides back to the people walking on the sidewalk.

*

"How, um…immortal of you." She smirks and takes a spot up on the tree. He's watching while she's closing her eyes. A breath in, and out, she just is for a time. Still. Present. "Why are you here, anyway? I know it's to do with your Queen and all that, but…why? Does this place really harm your own world that much?"

*

Darkedge watches Lena get up into the tree before returning his gaze to the sidewalk once more. She breathes, and he remains; silent and still, sharing her moment's peace.

And then, the questions.

"It does," he confirms without looking from the people, that mass of humanity. "Fae remain trapped here. I find them, see them returned. Other times, My Queen informs me of One Who Has Displeased Her. They are brought to heel and make to make amends, or they are disposed of. Many have come to realize that making amends is preferrable to how I might dispose of them, and so are quick to return to Her and beg for forgiveness."

*

"Why, though? Why does your Queen get to decide anything on a world that isn't her own?" Finally looking down his way, she sighs and rests back, letting one leg dangle down. "Sounds, well…wrong. And I know wrong. What has she done for you? Why follow her? Does she lead well or just send you out as a dog?"

*

"She is Fae Queen. She decides that which affects all Fae, including that from this world which is a threat to Us," Darkedge replies. He glances up at that foot just overhead. He's silent for a time, as if either considering his answer or else considering NOT to answer.

"She spared my life."

And then silence once more.

*

"Spared. Not saved." Lena murmurs in response. "Seems to me it'd be better to take out a problem than to serve it. But…that's me." Shrugging, she closes her eyes again and rests back. "I guess I understand the fear behind it? Reverance via intimidation?" A shrug, she blinks and then peers up at something hidden within the branches. Shifting, she starts climbing.

*

With the human climbing higher, Darkedge pushes waway from the tree to try to get a better look. When he can't, he follows, shadow stepping tot he branch she vacated.

"She is never a problem and through Her have I found purpose again," he adds. Why is he even telling th ehumand this? Time to change topics.

"What are you after, anyway?"

*

"Never let anyone hurt you." Lena explains without pausing. "Never let someone give you your purpose. Find your own. Do for you. You're just a dog on a chain. Break it." She finds what she was looking for. Reaching up and out, she plucks something from the branch and blinks, pulling it down.

"Huh, it's early but…what do y'know?" The tree wasn't even in bloom yet, but in her hands is a crimson apple. Brushing its flesh with her thumb, she hands it down Edge's way.

*

Not far behind Lena, Darkedge reaches up to accept the grift. A single pure ruby apple, fresh and perfect and untouched by the iron that makes him so sick while he's here. His eyes settle on the fruit, mind considering her words before he shakes his head.

"I will not be so disloyal to My Queen, but I do thank you for your concern," he states, turning the fruit over in his hand once more before biting into it. The crunch is audible as is the slight suction as he hastily tries to catch a bit of juice that trickles free.

*

"It's not being disloyal. Loyalty and respect should be earned, not given because someone didn't end your life." Watching him eat, she smiles gently and keeps her space up in the tree. It was an odd vision, a twisted shift of Adam and Eve, or perhaps Adam and Lilith with her gift of both fruit and knowledge. Perhaps he should check her for scales.

"Well, I guess in the end, you do what you do, right? Whatever feels right."

*

Perhaps, if the fable where a fae one and not a human one. Darkedge doesn't know the reference, and so eats the fruit and thinks on the knowledge being given.

"It has been earned. She spared my life, yes, but far more. So, yes, I will do as feels right, as will you I assume?" he prompts back, waiting to speak only after he's chewed and swallowed completely.

"Hmmph. That you would allow me to offer my thoughts to you once again would make this exchange simpler," he comments, looking at the fruit as it keeps him from speaking when he wants to.

*

"Speak. I'm listening." Lena nods, tired and content with the height and pull away from the ground. From the city, from everything. Blinking down his way, making eye contact, she waits in silence.

*

Speak? In the manner I am more comfortable with? sends the elf. He peers up at her as he offers his thoughts to her mind. Unlike many human telepaths, he does not shove his thoughts into her mind, forcing another to pay attention to him. Instead, he brushes them lightly past her, letting her relax and accept them for herself. And with the words, the feel of his voice, are emotions.

A rich tapestry of emotions. Warm is the faint sensation of honor that even after not wanting him to, that she would allow it once again. Swirling in the warmth, like a floral scent, is the feeling of hunger dulling and giving way to the enjoyment of the apple's sweetness; it's like a wordless rush of thanks, of not being bothered by this small debt between them. Coating it all is a refreshing hint, like a mint, that is his wonder and curiosity of some humans in this realm, not the least of which is Lena herself. She's caught his attention.

*

Lena twitches once more, sucking in a breath she exhales and nods. She was ok with it and shows as much. The sensations roll over her, sinking deep in a way that was uncomfortable in places. It hurt, it made her sick, and made her eyes flush with moisture. Sniffling, she swallows hard and relaxes as best she can. "Yeah, that's fine." She concludes. "Just say what you need to or want to."

*

And yet the elf notices the discomfort, and so, he withdraws his mind, leaving only the tiniest wisp of being in her debt in his wake.

"I would know what manner of creature hurt your mind so," he says finally, apple only a quarter eaten.

*

Silent again, her icy eyes settle on his features and search them at length. Licking her lips she decides to speak again. "Someone I care about and I got…trapped, I guess, by an empath. We were in some world of our pasts mixed together and it brought back a great deal of suffering. For us both. I never liked anyone in my mind and that just…" Shaking her head, she sighs. "Apparently, I met Loki last night, too. He twisted the world around me and I couldn't stop it. Reminds me I'm human. Weak." Pause, "I hate that part of myself."

*

Searched, the elf's face is silent, almost passive, like a predator holding still and waiting to strike. But, it's not poised to strike at her. Rather, he seems coiled to lash out at another. The name Loki is unfamiliar, but that it make her feel weak has him frowning.

"I have no words of wisdom nor enchanted trinkets to offer you that could assist you," he says. His silvery brows pull together faintly and his lips curl downwards at the corners in a sad seem frown. He holds up the partially eaten apple, offering it as if it could help ease her hurts. For all that he is an assassin, a cold-hearted killer, worry and something like caring seem to be so easy to see on his face.

*

"It's the empath that messed with me. With Billy. Dragging up all that horrible shit we suffered through as children. Compounding it." Looking at her hands, she flexes them, working out any kinks before noticing the apple hoisted her way. Then she smiles, the expression tender and slow. Reaching down, she accepts the fruit, biting out a hunk and chewing slowly.

"I'm leaving soon, y'know. I've just got a few people to worry about now and I don't like giving a damn about other people." Apple back, she shrugs his way. "Caring hurts."

*

An empath. Darkedge nods to his, a light frown on his face still.

"I will be sad for a time, to know that I will not see you walk these streets," says the elf accepting the apple back.

"But I understand that lesson. To leave your heart where another can strike at it…." His voice seems far off, as if he too is recalling something he'd rather not. One hand rubs at his chest, over his heart, before it settles back to the tree.

"May the High Ones watch over you when you depart," he says, like a benedcition; and another bite is taken of hte apple.

*

"Right." She hardens and shifts from her seat in the tree. Moving down, she climbs as best she can, carefully so not to bump up and against Edge needlessly. "Anyway, I'll leave you to your watching. Sorry about your heartache, whatever it was from." Landing, she brushes down her jacket, burying her hands back into their pockets.

"I'm shit at this, Edge. Like I said, caring hurts and the more I do it, the worse off I'll be. I'm curious, but I need to stop before it gets too far."

*

Seeing her climbing down, Darkedge watches her before slipping through the shadows after her, appearing on the ground near her just as she drops down to the ground.

"You were not the cause, and so you have no reason to apologize for it," he says from her side, fingers curled about the partially eaten apple.

"I understand," he replies again, giving a nod.

*

Lena sighing, she stares at the elf. Frowning, she leans up and presses her lips upon his cheek. Giving it a pat, she smiles and pulls away to leave him to his people watching. "Later, Edge. You, ah…keep doing what you're doing."

*

That she got in that close is a testiment to just how much he had let his guard down for her. Had she been there to kill him, she could have, and easily. He blinks a few times at the kiss, holding still as if uncertain how to respond, if he should respond, or what even she meant by the action.

"And you," he manages after a moment, giving a bow. He looks down at the apple, its surface covered in frost from his shadow stepping, before looking back up and watching Lena prepare to go.

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