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A/N: So here's part 2 of this mini-series that will lead up to BL2, which is already out but WHATEVS! It's REALLY SHORT, by the way. Anyway, this is dealing with Lilith and Mordecai's emotions following part1, and of course, before part 3 which will conclude the series. The timeline is just a TAD bit screwy, goes something like this: Part 1 is supposed to be pre Borderlands 1 but it ended up being somewhere in the middle of it—hence the fooling around. Part 2, this part, is supposed to be after but between BL1 & BL2. Part 3 will be right before BL2, and set the actual 5 years up until the new Vault Hunters come. Does that make sense-ish? Let me know. Also, I know there was some hopes that I would do more with them, given Mordecai didn't just walk off and leave her after they shagged in the hot Pandoran Heat ^.~; but this story doesn't necessarily have much to do with that. Such dealings will expand in the 3rd part. Thanks!

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Interlude of Time

It had been a good amount of years since that occurrence, many games having been played, many intimate encounters having happened, too. There had also been numerous spats, accusations and eventually many "break ups" if that's what they could be called. Lilith had never actually had a real relationship, her sexual rendezvous with Mordecai being the only thing coming close until he started fucking Moxxi again because Lilith was too busy searching for her sister Sirens. In her mind's eyes, though she was by no means a misandrist, Lilith found herself believing that all men were backstabbing whores who moved on quickly when things didn't go how they wanted. She assumed that Roland had ceased his relationship—or whatever it was—with Moxxi if Mordecai was sleeping with her again. While she had no proof, and would make no move to obtain such, she was sure this is where the hunter had disappeared to. It had been a few years and they were past finding the Vault; Tannis had paid them and they sought out new things to do. Roland had agreed to go with Brick to find his sister and Lilith had, once again, decided to search for the remaining Sirens. They had already lost 1 of the 6, Commandant Steele having been skewered by the horrendous Destroyer once they'd opened the Vault. That meant there were 4 left including her.

Sighing, Lilith brought the oil slicked rag back to her submachine gun, distractedly trying to clean it while gazing out on the wasteland that was Pandora. The dust ball planet never ceased to amaze her, especially given how many bandit colonies there seemed to be even with their endless hunting and destruction. This happened to be Mordecai's specialty and she figured he was out doing such work right at that moment. Her gaze traveled through the scrap metal buildings of their abode. Roland and Brick's areas hadn't been touched for several months, which is how long they'd been gone from New Haven. Irritation welled within her as she felt her leg start to cramp from its bent position and she carefully straightened it out, lifting it to rest on the vacant chair in front of her. The wind that blew by was hot, humid and sandy; her stomach growled. 'Guess I'm hungry,' she mused, her eyes still trained in the distance where she knew the older man would soon be returning from. Sure enough his silhouette appeared in the distance, almost looking like a mirage in the heat of the midday. Shaking her head, Lilith let out another sigh, this one in preparation for the game they played every day since he'd said those harsh words to her in the darkness of their quest through Old Haven.

Placing the gun gently down on the seat her leg had previously occupied, the Siren stood, stretching the length of her body towards the sky, trying to work out the aches she'd acquired while sitting for too long. She could see that he was getting closer and her mind went into autopilot. She could see Bloodwing perched on his shoulder and rolled her eyes; that bird seemed to know everything. Rolling her shoulders one more time, the red haired woman placed a hand on her hip and raised a brow.

"So what was the bounty this time?"

Mordecai dropped the bag of money on the floor between them. "Money for taking out a bandit camp near Old Haven. Tannis gave us a decent amount. No guns."

He didn't bother to ask what she'd been up to and Lilith didn't volunteer the information of what she had been doing. Instead she picked up her machine gun, put it in its holster and pointed towards the bar, the memory of Old Haven fresh and her mood souring as a result. "Food, now. I'm starved. And apparently, so are you, thin man."

He didn't reply, rolling his eyes behind the mask that encased his head. His hair had grown out more and so had Lilith's, though she styled it much differently now. He would've laughed except then her façade might crack and he didn't want to risk another one of what he deemed a silent tantrum. With Roland and Brick gone they were the only two inhabitants still in the shack they called home, with most nights being spent in the quiet, solitary confinement of their own beds. Lilith had yet to make more than small talk with him, even when on dangerous missions or when taking out particularly malevolent bounties. He wasn't worried about her in the least since she could hold her own and had many times in the past; but their lack of communication made it difficult to work as a team. Not that he enjoyed working as a team. He almost snorted out loud while they walked, thinking back to that conversation in Old Haven, remembering the darkened sky and how she had looked in the moonlight, her skin pale and lighted in shades of gray. Shaking the memory he followed the sway of her hips into the nearest bar where various other bounty hunters sat around with their own loot and tired, bedraggled expressions. He ignored the usual turn of heads that followed Lilith. Being one of the only existing women on Pandora, not to mention her other assets, made her a prime spectacle to observe and drool over. She never seemed to care, he noted.

Lilith felt disgusted by all the stares, the dirt bags of Pandora eyeing her like fresh meat, something they wanted to sink their teeth into, something that would never happen. On Dionysus she had plenty of lovers, plenty of cheap fucks, plenty of anything she wanted. But on Pandora she declined from entertaining such filthy and disease infested patrons, especially in New Haven's bar. She quickly sat down on the nearest bar stool, signaling to the bartender that she wanted two beers and two shots. At first she could see that Mordecai thought she'd ordered one for him but when they were placed in front of her she started chugging one and put the other out of his reach. Indignant, the hunter ordered himself one as Bloodwing remained perched ever so watchfully on his shoulder, the bird too eyeing the lecherous patrons within the bar. As used to she was by the looks—it happened every time they went somewhere, without fail—she couldn't rid herself of the feeling that made her skin crawl. Mordecai didn't seem to care and she rolled her eyes, knowing he didn't though he would've shot anyone who tried to approach them. Though they were Vault Hunters and well renowned around New Haven, it didn't stop newcomers, or perverted assholes who wanted to bed her, from making a scene. It happened quite often.

With a heavy sigh, Lilith leaned on her hand in boredom, observing the random bottles of liquor behind the bar. The memories of the past few years flooded back into her alcohol hazed mind, the scent of Mordecai's breath not helping. The Rakk Ale—the only thing he seemed to drink—was wafting off of him in the heat and not helping her forget everything that had transpired between them. Irritated, she looked away, purposely ignoring him and staring at a man a few feet away from her. She wasn't the least bit interested him but she was tired of thinking about the hunter when he, obviously, wasn't thinking of her. The resident of New Haven leered at her with a lecherous grin on his featured, a beer in his hand and nodding towards the bar's exit. Lilith paused, contemplating whether acknowledging his offer was wise or if she cared anymore. Deciding it was a bad idea and that she didn't care anymore either, she chugged back the other beer, took the two shots and stood up to leave. Immediately the Hunter noticed and turned his head ever so slightly in her direction.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Prostituting myself, you ass—some of us have fucking needs. Do you have a problem with that?" She glared at him, waiting for a reaction but not really caring at the same time.

Without showing any sign that he did or didn't, Mordecai turned back to his beer. "I'll leave your share of the bounty on your bed."

Enraged, Lilith nodded tightly though he couldn't see. "Later," she replied through gritted teeth, the urge to drown her sorrows in the patron's useless body now dissolving.

Whirling away she practically stomped out of the bar, shoving past the patron who looked surprised but followed after her. She didn't even pay attention to the man following behind her, not concerned in the least about what he might try to do to her. Clearly he didn't know she was a Siren, a Vault Hunter, and a severely pissed off woman. 'What an idiot,' she mused, making her way through the dust filled pathways of New Haven towards Scooter's. She just needed to clear her head and running over dumb bandits would help, she figured. She was halfway to Scooter's when the guy grabbed her arm from behind, barely managing to stop her in her tracks. Aggravated, Lilith turned to him, yanking her hand away even though the man towered over her by a good two foot. She couldn't care less, flipping him off and giving him a piece of her mind.

"What the fuck do you want asshole? Can't you see I'm in a hurry?"

He leered at her again, his hand traveling to rest on his gun, which was holstered to his hip. Lilith masked her insulted expression with nonchalance. "Hey, now is that any way to be talking to the man you just invited to fuck you?" She blinked, and his smirk widened. "Yeah, bitch, you heard me. You're the one giving me those looks like you wanted me to fuck your brains out; and I'm gonna do just that."

"You're not man enough," she replied darkly, not moving an inch. "No one is, you dickhead."

Anger flared in his eyes at her comment and he stepped forward, his massive hand raised in the air before she could comprehend it. She was knocked back with such force it stunned her just for a second, the blow of his palm on her cheek only serving to anger her further. She hated men who had power and control issues but had to hit a woman to show they were powerful. She heard him chuckle as the burn in her cheek pulsated and she knew her cheek would be swollen. Annoyed, she cracked her knuckles and stood slowly, electricity jumping wildly about her much to the man's sudden dismay. Before he could even move she had grabbed him, her nails digging into his skin, and unleashed a level 3 blast of electric energy right into his body, successfully electrocuting him. She smiled in satisfaction as his form twitched on the floor, her foot nudging him slightly.

"Poor bastard."

The surprise in her eyes was unavoidable, her lips tightening in a frown as she heard Bloodwing's caw of approval and the hunter kicking the jerk with his boot. She didn't want him to see her like this, with a swollen face and blood dripping at the corner of her mouth. Quickly wiping it away, Lilith began to walk towards Scooter's again, trying to ignoring the footsteps of the Hunter behind her. They were almost to the mechanics' area when he spun her around, clutching her wrist and hand moving to her cheek. Lilith flinched against her own will, the dulled pain flaring up when his gloved fingers lightly touched it.

"What the…fuckin bastard, I'll kill him."

She shrugged him off. "No need. He won't be bothering me anymore. Chill out, stick boy." She began to walk off when Mordecai stopped her again. "What the fuck gives Mordy?"

"No one should hit a lady."

She chuckled bitterly. "Don't worry, Mordy, there are no ladies in New Haven."

With that she walked to Scooter's and caught a ride in the tank, zooming off into the hazy setting sun before he could get a word in edgewise. Her mind was on autopilot, watching with disinterest at the setting sun, the stars that were trying to shine through the filmy sky that housed Pandora. It was a place for useless dreaming, where dreams didn't come true even if you fought for them with blood and artillery. Sighing, she settled for the mindless drone of the engine as she drove towards the transport station. Along the way she decided shooting things in Fyrestone would be a better activity, using her physical abilities to blow off steam that hand long since pent up. If she had any tears to shed it would have been a good time but instead, she hopped off the vehicle and walked towards the nearest bandit camp in view. One of the bandits noticed her right away but did not shoot right away, putting his gun to his side and whistling at her from the distance. Her approach called out several more bandits but she didn't waver at all, continued, with an exaggerated sensual gait, towards them until she was in the middle of 5 of them, a smirk on her face.

"Aren't you a nice piece of ass, bitch," the main bandit said, blood crusted hand reaching out and catching her chin. Lilith played along, not giving anything away. The bandit got closer until his nose was practically in her red hair, breathing in the scent of burnt earth. "You lost girlie?"

"Not anymore, scumbag," she whispered in his ear. "You're just what I was looking for, bandit moron."

He tried to backpedal when he realized she was no ordinary female citizen; but failed. Quickly activating her phasewalk, a flaming shockwave burst around her, frying the 5 bandits that surrounded her. Several more ran out of their tents and began firing but it was wild shooting, not knowing where she was since her phasewalk was still active. Chuckling invisibly into the air, she ran towards the nearest bandit and snapped his neck before he could shoot his next round of bullets. Another chuckle escaped her throat as she made her way to the next bandit. And all of a sudden phasewalk deactivated and a strange burning sensation coursed through her back, paralyzing her for a moment. In that second a bandit jumped her, knocking her onto her stomach on the dirty, bloody ground, his pistol pointed at her head. Yet she didn't care, only the intense pain tingling up her spine grabbing her attention as it immobilized her. 'What the fuck is going on?' she thought, curling into herself as agony traveled its way down, feeling like a fire she'd never experienced before discovering she had become a Siren. Meanwhile, the bandit had called the rest of his group over and they were observing her stupidly as she writhed this way and that, moans of pain emitting from her lips all the while.

"She's mine," the bandit atop her said to the rest. He leaned down until his lips were by her ear. "Hear that girlie? I'm gonna play with you all night. Then I'm gonna skin you for my trophy room, bitch."

She coughed as the pain continued to climb, intensify. "Your breath smells like ass. No wonder you haven't been laid, jerk off."

He pointed his gun at her, about to shoot, when she heard the whiz of a bullet, the shattering of his skull then felt blood splattering her face. She would've moved if not for the ever present pain still shooting up and down her spine. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. Gritting her teeth the Siren forced herself into motion, the caw of Mordecai's pet entering her ears as it decimated the remaining bandits along with his master's rifle shots. Clutching her abdomen, Lilith made her way to the Runner where the hunter was perched in the gunner's seat. For a moment, she wondered how long he had been sitting there, watching her little game with the dredge of Pandora, wondering why he hadn't intervened, wondering why she gave a rat's ass. Wincing as the pain continued she climbed into the Runner just as Bloodwing returned and Mordecai shouldered his rifle, giving her a pointed stare. She promptly flipped him off, took reign of the wheel and began driving despite the stabbing sensation in her spin. It was a quiet ride back to New Haven with Mordecai not saying one word to her the whole time, silent to the end; until they were inside and she was lying on her bed.

"What the fuck happened out there?"

Biting her tongue, Lilith pretended to be asleep. It was silent for a few more moments then she heard him turn over, giving up easily. Thankful, for once, that there would be no interest in her and what occurred, she drifted off into sleep.

It was dark, the dingy scent tasting like acid to her taste buds. Mordecai waved for her to move forward after scoping the corners of the acrid looking safe house. They had been sent to Old Haven by Tannis but Lilith wanted nothing more than to strangle the uptight, arrogant bitch to high hell. Nevertheless they had gone, something about bounty luring Roland in easily, and better weaponry luring Mordecai in; Brick was easy. If there were bandits to slay then the massive berserker was game all day, every day. Sighing in irritation, she brought her submachine up, peaking through the scope to see if there were any remaining bandits. Both Mordecai and Lilith snapped to attention at the maniacal scream that echoed throughout the scrap metal building, ready to strike when it stopped abruptly and they heard Brick's insane laughter. Relaxing her shoulders, Lilith felt a smirk place her lips at the thought of the bigger man snapping the bandit in two. She lowered her gun and shot a glance at the hunter, who was staring at her indifferently.

"What is it, assbag?"She quipped, the banter their normal conversation starter. When he didn't say anything, Lilith tried to entice him. "If you answer, I'll make it worth your while."

"No. I'm done, little girl."

Shock made her fingers tremble, his meaning not lost on her. Forcing a smile, Lilith nodded. "Got it, old man. I knew I was too much for your rickety bones to handle. Wouldn't want to break you before we find The Vault."

They cleaned out the remaining rooms quickly, Lilith letting out whatever aggression had arisen from their short, curt conversation. Mordecai didn't seem to notice and she was glad of it. She couldn't believe she'd just been dumped; then again, they hadn't officially said anything—it was just sex. Pushing back the scream that she felt wanted to spill forth, she shot the last bandit square in the head, not bothering to clean the brain matter that splattered all over her breasts or neck. Her heated skin felt cold to her, the manner in which he'd referred to their interludes a stab to whatever semblance of a heart she still had. Clutching her share of the loot, Lilith made her way out of the building, waiting for the team. Mordecai was the first to emerge. It was night outside, painting his world in grays and silvers, painting her in a mixture of bright whites and gray. She seemed subdued. Neither of them wanted things to be weird, and being the older person, he decided it needed to be etched in stone before they continued onwards with their journey. Neither of them liked loose ends. He turned to her.

"Like nothing ever happened?"

"Nothing did happen."

"We're good, then." He stated, raising his rifle.

"We were never good, Mordy." She shot him a withering look, the smile on her lips malicious.

Lilith woke with a start, sweating profusely and feeling a lot hotter than normal; the room glowed. 'What the fuck…' she cursed in anguish, a splitting headache causing her to rub her temple. She hadn't dreamt about that memory in quite some time but the wound had been reopened today, something about Mordecai had reminded her. Feeling sick to her stomach, Lilith rolled over, eyes settling on the sleeping Hunter. She didn't know if she cared whether or not he had noticed what had happened but a bigger part of her didn't care about that so much right now. Her back felt normal again but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Sure, her Siren power were still a mystery to her and while she had learned quite a bit about them along their journey to find the Vault, she still had yet to figure out what power was specially hers. Every Siren had a special ability. She figured Commandant Steele's was an ice-like power seeing as to how the woman was practically an albino save for her pale eyes; otherwise, she gave off the vibe of being a heartless, icy bitch. Lilith's flaming red hair and Phoenix ability had made her think that her special power was fire; but other than the ephemeral, translucent orange angel-like wings that manifested when she made a successful kill, she wasn't sure what would come of it all. It was clear that the ice-like powers of Steele had begun to manifest themselves on her person, and the ability no longer waned but was almost ever present, at her beck and call.

Frustrated, she went back to staring at the wall, wondering far into the morning hours if she had really learned anything about her abilities after all. The sun was beginning to peak over the horizon's and Lilith's golden eyes felt dry, tired, defeated. These were feelings that she would not show anyone; they did not belong on Pandora. They did not belong to a mighty, seductive Siren. Her kind was powerful, cunning, deceptive, beautiful, sexy and deadly. She pressed herself to encompass those ideals every day though most were natural. Her crass attitude helped achieve the allure along with the prestige of being unattainable yet undeniable rough and dangerous; a cold blooded killer. 'But I'm still a woman, damn it,' she thought bitterly, watching as the sun rose to its height in the sky, alerting her that the hunter would soon rouse from his sleep, if he'd been sleeping at all. She heard Bloodwing moving around, and felt the bird's eyes on her. 'Probably hungry,' she mused, rising from her bed since she had already been awake for a few hours, and grabbed the nearest pouch of dried, toughened Skag meat. She quickly fed the bird some of the jerky-like substance, eventually just giving him all of it, not caring if Mordecai was upset that she was fattening his bird. Bloodwing cawed his thanks at her. Narrowing her eyes at his still form the Siren made her way to the exit, knowing full well that he was awake, probably seething at what she done. She didn't bother to wait for a scolding or disgusted look from him, her nerves already shot from her dream the night before, golden eyes tired, hands itching to punch someone, head pounding something horrible.

Outside in the early morning heat she plopped down on the nearest chair, raising her hands before, watching idly as the electricity jumped wildly two and fro from fingertip to fingertip. It was clear to her that Siren's posses various elemental abilities but it appeared that whatever was their specialty changed them into something else, some creature. And by the tingling in her back and the opaque fiery wings that materialized during battle she had a pretty good idea why the two were connected. Sighing, she continued to watch her fingertips, suddenly wishing she had found one of her sisters. Being a woman was difficult enough on the dust ball planet but being a Siren made it that much worse. Sirens possessed an unspeakable, incomparable and unique beauty that came from being fashioned similar to the Sirens of legend, with beautiful voices that lured in hopelessly lost sailors on the seas. Lilith, one of the very few left, knew that this drew attention to her, got her into trouble, caused there to be a bounty on her head. The fact that she wasn't a typical Siren—in legend they were quite ugly—made it even more of an affair, her golden eyes, fiery red hair, and almost perfect sinewy but womanly figure making her the center of attention, both wanted and mostly, unwanted. She needed someone who understood this, who was okay with it and didn't want to use her.

'I should've fried him when I had the chance, fuckin asswipe,' she simmered bitterly, her mind focused on Mordecai. She could hear him moving around now, grumbling irritably about how she had fed his precious bird. Crossing her arms over her chest, she felt her lips form a frown when she heard his footsteps approaching her from within the shack they called home. All she wanted to do was leave now, just as he had left her. Yet the irksome realization that something was not right within herself made her a little hesitant to do so, though she'd die before she admitted that to his toothpick ass. She considered it a great weakness that she still thought about him at all, what he had done rising to the top of her 'dislike' list—his actions held the number one spot. He was actually right under that, too. Now she was beginning to think that it had to do with her age, the 12 year difference possibly a sore spot for him though even if she didn't care about it in the least. It had been far more noticeable when they were younger. Now they were full-fledged adults and she didn't see why it would be a problem. Brick and Roland could care less. Roland had been shagging Moxxi, and Guardian Angel above only knew how old she was, having had two kids, both named Scooter. Bristling when she felt his presence behind her, Lilith continued to scowl, completely ignoring him until his grunted at her.

"How long you gonna watch that dirt, little girl?"

"For as long as it takes you to figure out that I'm not interested in talking right now, old man," she snapped, crossing her ankles while she kept staring ahead. It ticked her off, too, that shortly after they agreed to call off the interludes that he went back to calling her little girl; it was if they had never been so intimate. Then again, she figured with Sirens having the reputation they did and her history, it made sense that might not be considered intimacy. Feeling cranky, she tried her best to pretend like he had left though he hadn't. "Go the hell away, jerk off."

He let out an annoyed grunt but walked past her, calling to Bloodwing as he passed. He could still feel her aggravation coming off in waves behind him but did nothing, making his way towards Tannis' in hopes to get more bounty assignments. If he was going to set his plans into motion then he was going to need all the money he could get his hands on. Lilith watched him disappear in the distance, her jaw set and rigid, knowing that her next move would go unnoticed and therefore not caring anymore. Once he was completely out of view she stood up, made her way back to her bed and glanced around. She didn't own much. None of them did. Grabbing her pistols, clothing, any gear she could scrounge, and whatever money she'd need, she made her way to Scooter, ignoring him as he whistled away by his station. The Runner was waiting for her moments later, where she climbed in and took one last look at the pitiful sight of New Haven. She had no idea where she was going but being as far away as possible from Saint Mordecai seemed like a prime idea, the discovery of something growing within her telling her that this chapter of her life was over, closed, finished. She needed to find her sisters, any other Siren out there. She needed to remember the primary reason she came to Pandora. Biting back any emotions she had attached to New Haven, to the man that meant more to her than she wanted, she swallowed her feelings, pride back in place as she gunned the gas pedal and took off.

'No more, foolish little girl. There's nothing left, no one left.'

Later that evening when Mordecai returned he was stunned to find the place quiet, dark. It called for further inspection. He removed his revolver from its holster and slowly crept towards the door, Bloodwing at the ready for whatever intruders might be inside. His heart hammered, knowing full well that Lilith wasn't inside but not sure what could've happened, at first. There were no signs of struggle or invasion, just a cold, empty room. Her bed was unmade but her belongings were missing and he immediately made the connection, his hand falling to his side in disbelief. 'She left.' It wasn't a question but a statement, one he didn't believe, one that angered him, one that left the sour taste of bitterness on his tongue. She had left no indication of where she'd run off to, no sign of coming whether she'd be returning either. Gritting his teeth, he tried to ignore Bloodwing's cries, the bird having sensed something out of place, something wrong with his Master. His nerves fluctuated, anger coursing through him coupled with the same spiteful disbelief that would not fade. He finally took a seat on his own bed, staring at hers long into the night with Bloodwing perched uncharacteristically where she laid her head, uncertainty and animosity taking him for the first time in a long time. He had a good idea why she left but he couldn't admit that it actually bothered him.

'The fuck…Saint Mordecai…' His lips set in a peeved frown at her obvious immaturity, he found himself feeling tired. She had bathed his world in the palest shades of color that the world could offer a colorblind man, brightening everything with the mere glance of her golden eyes. He couldn't imagine what gold looked like but many people had told him her eyes were captivating, beautiful. Her skin, almost white to his view, had been flawless, the only distinguishing factor being the blue tattoo, which looked like a varying shade of light gray. He had finally found beauty in his colorless world, the first time they'd connected, the first time he'd seen the flush of her cheeks; the rise of her bosom; the darkness of her hair; the paleness of her eyes. He had finally been allowed to feel something more than the heat of battle, than the comfort of his rifle, than the satisfaction of being so disconnected and cold in a world full of death. She had been the Angel of Death and the Angel of Life, a two sided, multi-faceted puzzle that made the days of traveling more interesting. Her sadism and love for battle, her drive to find the Vault, her tough exterior and femininity made her all the things that he would never care about. Lilith had taken his scars, taken his darkness, takes his psychosis, taken it all without a care. And she had taken it away just as quickly as she'd given it.

And her words echoed in his steadily darkening world, her sadistic laughter surrounding him, his ears ringing within his hunter's mask as his heart became cold, his fingers hardened, and eyes colorless once again.

"We never were good, Mordy."


(Done with part 2, which, mind you, was hard to do even though it was short because I don't have enough back story; plus I was BL2 OBSESSED last night-it was BAAAAAAAAD. I do want to say that I am sorry if Mordecai seems a little out of character but seriously..he's gotta have SOME feelings regarding Lilith if we all want them to shag wildly again in the next chapter AND be happy. But still...he's kind of a hard ass and they're both stubborn and I could go on forever, so bear with me if he seems disconnected. Plus, Lilith is, I feel, entitled to emotion since her dislikes states she didn't like getting dumped by a vault hunter; she may be a callous buttface but she has emotions too! Whether she and Mordy show them or not is a whole other issue. Anywho...this is just an interlude-there will be a part 3 and it will be a lot longer, and it will be happy, promise! Love you all, until next time!)

~sadistickunais