{Tombé Dans La Luxure}
(This is an OC centric story!)
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/Chapter 3-Part 3\\
By: The Mistress and Phoenix-Of-Starlight
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The look Rowan gave her was incredulous at best and dumbstruck awe at worst. He had absolutely no idea what this crazy angel was going on about. That thing was a doll for Pete's sake. You can't 'wake up' a freaking doll! He paused here and quietly mumbled out with uncertainty, "…Can you?" So lost in his rushing thoughts he completely missed Eden slipping the doll's previous pair of pants onto his limp form and closing the window and drawing the thick curtains, blocking all light from the room save the soft glow from the recently lit candles in the four corners of the room. When he finally did snap back to reality it was because of the deep reverberating voice coming from the center of the room. Rowan shuddered at the distinctly inhuman voice; he knew if he was human he'd have been paralyzed from fear after hearing that voice. When he saw that the extremely unsettling voice was coming from Eden he nearly fainted but he held himself together, refusing to succumb to such a human reaction.
But he seriously considered just giving into the fear and running away when the room they were in started to shake with tremors like a earthquake but didn't, he just slowly backed himself into the wall behind him and watched, transfixed watching the fallen angel chant in a language he had no way of recognizing and bending a sphere of light to and fro in her palms before harshly slamming it into the chest of the doll. And he would swear he'd imagined it but he swore he saw the doll lurch up when she did, but he brushed it of and just continued to stare at the scene before him. He just watched. He watched as Eden chanted in that unnerving booming voice, he watched as she cut her finger and dripped the blood into the dolls slightly open mouth, and he watched as she raised her arms to the sky and then swiftly lower them to her sides. And the minute her hands touched her sides every candle and light in the room extinguished, leaving nothing but pitch darkness behind. He waited and nothing happened. As the silence grew so did his unease.
Careful not to make any sudden moves or to move at all actually, Rowan spoke up, "Eden?" He paused and waited for her to reply but when all he got in return was silence he decided to call out to her again, and as he was calling her name Eden spoke up…right next to him. Needless to say he just about jumped out of his skin.
"Ahhhhh! Holy hell Eden! Warn a guy before you sneak up on them like that!" he said while gripping his chest, sincerely hoping his heart would return to a normal speed sometime soon, and Eden only chuckled at his near panic attack and finally spoke up softly, "Don't be so jumpy Rowan, you're a death god after all, you should have heard me coming dear." She said in a light teasing tone as she relit all the candles that had been snuffed out earlier. The now irked death god merely scowled at her jab and crossed his arms somewhat petulantly before asking her, "Hey what was all that?" she merely turned from her task and asked him innocently what he meant. He looked at her like she was crazy before frantically waving his arms towards the doll on the table and said, "That! All that scary chanting and the weird light show and the freaking earthquake!" he said somewhat incredulously.
Eden made a small 'oh' face before nodding in understanding before saying casually, "Oh I was simply fixing the poor darlings soul, the thing was practically torn to pieces, and making him a new body because his old one was of such poor quality and his original was lost long ago I'm afraid~!" while she finished lighting the necessary candles. Rowan just stood there rooted to the spot, not sure where to even to begin freaking out. He knew angels could make souls forget their pain and sorrows but he had no idea they could do something to this extent! Even reapers, the creatures made for the soul (no pun intended) purpose of harvesting them couldn't repair a soul once it's been fractured or even burned, at least none of the death gods he knew about could. 'Maybe I should do some research at the Reaper Library after heading into work.' He thought blithely as he watched Eden softly caressed the ginger haired dolls smooth cheeks while she murmured little things here and there to the motionless figure.
Rowan tensed up the slightest amount when the angel turned from the doll and zeroed in on him before smiling mysteriously and saying with an alchemistic tone, "Are you ready to say hello to our new friend Rowan, I'm sure he's ready to wake up now and greet the world and us too." Rowan swallowed nervously and nodded his head a bit erratically but caught himself and slowed down to a regular pace. And he couldn't help but think that his life had become a lot more messed up after he'd met this eccentric fallen angel, and whether or not that was a good or bad thing was still up for debate.
He kind of expected a grand display of power from Eden when she 'woke up' the doll, like the one before when she more or less fixed his soul. But apparently a large performance was not needed because she simply reached out and gently shook the gingers shoulder and cooed, "Drocell darling, it is time to wake up and greet the day. It is already close to noon my sleepy poppet~" Rowan raised a questioning eyebrow at the name but remained quiet and continued to observe the scene before him.
Eden watched as her little doll opened his amethyst eyes and looked at her with what looked like no hint of emotion. So she smiled her most gentle and angelic smile at him and said, "Hello Drocell, I know you, do you know me?" He didn't answer at first; he just looked in her eyes then moved to look at the rest of her face and hair. He just silently lay there, taking her in and inspecting every little aspect of her with simple curiosity, not a hint of anything sexual about his unblinking stare. His eyes connected with hers again he said in a strangely delightful lilting monotone voice, "Yes I know you. So I thought to myself: 'You are…My Fair Lady'." Eden smiled a truly beatific smile and giggled at the sweet epithet Drocell had gifted her with and said softly so only her and he could hear, "Yes I am your Fair Lady~", then laid her cheek on his forehead and sighed contentedly.
TBC by Phoenix!
A/N: Whoooo~! Okay part three to Chapter Three is now complete. This seemed like a good place for my super long Chapter Three to come to a much needed end! And now Phoenix can finally~ start up Chapter Four! Oh I simply cannot wait! XD