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"pink and purple!"Alice said grinning.
Lillian's eyes widened and she cheerfully "oh"d and "ah"d."That's really cool! Too bad angels don't do much power wise..." she said.
"Ha that's all warlocks have." he said weakly, watching the sparks as he continued to let them come. "Besides maybe wit."
"Well, I think it's pretty awesome." she replied, "Angels can't even do that, you'd be surprised at how cool you are compared to some other creatures, like me."
Peter'slsugh was clipped, doubting, bitter, stressful, even timidly amused. He shook his head once. "Am not. Your wings pit my wimpy powers ta' shame." he said lightly, almost dismisive.
The angel gave a sweet tiny grin, and said to him, "Tell me about yourself! You seem..." she paused to look around the playground for a moment, before turning her face back to Peter, "Interesting." she finished.
((gtg))"Again," his tone switched to boredly sad, even a bit annoyed. "That would invoke telling you my past, which Id rather forget thanks,"
((kk, see you later!))Lillian's mouth transformed to a straight line, but her eyes remained soft. "Would you like me to stop asking?"
Peter almost hit himself, instead he just kicked his leg, causing him to swing around. He made a small sound, angry with himself. "I did it again, damn... sorry." he didn't anwser her question.
"Hey, you don't have to be sorry about anything." she decided to take his mind off of things, "Can you fly?"
"More levitate." he anwsered in his bored sort of monetone. His eyes met hers breifly, but then he looked forward again.
Lillian's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Do you want to fly?" she asked enthusiastically.
"I can only hold my body up so high." he said downwardly.
"That's not what I was asking." she said, suddenly snapping open her huge white wings and yanking him into the air. She laughed lightly and gripped him around the waist, soaring through the air like an arrow.
Peter practically screamed, digging his stubby nails into her arm around his waist. It was a reflex, he couldnt help it, heights werent his thing.
She looked down at his face. "You know, it's not like I can feel a ton of pain, but that sorta hurts." she raised an eyebrow at him.
Peter's eyes where wide and he wasnt looking at the ground not her. "Put me down!" he half screamed from fear.((lol, manly until his feet leave the ground XD))
((HA!!))"Would you just relax a little?" she said, overwhelming is senses with a calming sensation, "There's nothing to be afraid of. Angels don't get tired, so it's not like I'm going to drop you."
Peter's eyes snapped to look up at her, his body calming but his brain racing. His expression was a bit scared as he calmed, his hands relaxing a bit of his grip.
The angel held on tighter, aware of the effects her calming abilities had on the body. Even though he'd gone a tad bit limper though, she wasn't struggling. She hadn't lied when she said angels don't get tired- here she was flying, carrying something heavier than her own body weight, and yet she wasn't even breaking a sweat."You know once you calm down a little," she said, sensing his thoughts racing in his head, "It's actually quite enjoyable."
"I...I-I-I'm not a big f-an of heights." he admitted, very broken apart and stuttered.
"Ah." she said, as if she'd just taken in some huge understanding, "OK. I'll put you down."She folded in her wings at over approximately 100 ft. above the ground, and started to spiral down to the ground face first with Peter.
Peter really did scream this time, not sure if he should grip her, or jump away and land on his own feet.
"Hey!" she had to shout so he could hear her above the wind that was rushing past their ears as they fell, "Don't try and jump away from me, you'll die. Just trust me on this one." and she turned her attention back to the ground, that was rushing at them like a furious guard dog.
Peter looked up at her like she was crazy, he quickly snapped his head away so he could look at the sky instead, which didnt help considering it was moving away from him.
As soon as they were about to splat on the ground, Lilly yanked her wings open and they were snapped violently into the air. She was used to it, but she had a feeling that people who never flew wouldn't be."You ok?" she asked Peter as they drifted softly to the ground. She released him from her arms when they'd finally touched the ground.
Peter just kind of stood there - screamed out - staring wide eyed out in front of him. He finally blinked and turned his head to the side to look at her in the corner of his eyes.
"I'm sorry." she said, a sly grin beginning to split her lips, "But, that was really fun. Maybe soon I'll be able to help you get over your fear of heights."
Peter narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing she didnt mean any harm, but heights... he shuddered a bit just at the thought of them. "They say face your fears," he begun. "I did, by force I may add, and it gave me no sense of acomplishment whatsoever."
"Practice makes perfect." she teased lightly. She stepped closer to him, grinning, "That's the coolest thing angels can do, the rest is kind of... eh. Would you like to see?"
Peter narrowed his eyes more, "I... dont know if I should even dare go there." he said defensivly.
She through her head back laughing, before looking him in the eye again, "Don't worry, nothing else is scary! Looki, you want to see one cool trick?"She walked across the grass, then walked back to him, nodding and smiling. When she saw the look in his eye that told her he didn't see anything, she said, "See? I don't leave footprints in the grass! I couldn't even if I were in sand." she said smirking happily.
Peter looked at the grass then at his own footmarks, "Cool..." he said lightly.
"Do you have any scars?" Lilly asked.
"Well? Do you? You don't have to be shy." Lilly continued.
"Then let me see, because I want to show you something."
"I was kidding, I have no scars." he said, watching her eith an eyebrow raised.
"I think you're lying." she said only slightly playfully.
Peter frowned and looked away as he crossed his arms. He thought a moment before mumbeling a faint no.
Lillian stepped forward and grabbed his hand, looking him in the eye. "Please?" she said.
Peter looked up, trying not to curse. He glareing slightly at her and yanked his shirt sleeve up. A scar materialized as as he let it, running from below his elbow and swirled around his arm to his wrist. "Happy? It's a scar."
Lilly sighed, and ran her delicate fingers over the scar, and it disappeared.
Peter just stared blankly, he pointed at it. Then frantically ran his hand over his skin.. "Its gone..." he whispered lightly, astonished.
"Yep!" she said beaming, "Angels have healing power! We can also control light, like this." she made her skin glow brightly."Did you need that scar?"
"Um, no." he said, glancing up to her glowing skin. He laughed a bit, his voice a vibrant monetone, "You look like a night light,"
"That's the point." she said, "You need a candle, a wound healed, or need to get somewhere, I'm your gal." by that time she realized she hadn't let go of his hand yet, so she dropped her arm to her side and blushed ever so slightly.
Peter smirked a bit at seeing her blush, but hide it as he looked down at his arm, letting a shirt kind of smile flicker over his features.
((Sorry Mal, I have another character coming around here. Might be a lil' confusing))Eliza walked around, with her sister following close behind her.
Tarah smiled and Oliver and squeezed back."
Lucy scrunched up her face in thought. "Hmm, blue I'd have to say. You?"