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Post by Pebble on Jun 9, 2017 3:32:55 GMT
-trigger warning suicide attempt-
Pebble sat on her bed, door closed but not locked. Her knees were pulled to her chest, archangel blade bloodied and laying beside her. She had cuts all over her arms. She didn't know why she was feeling this way. She just did. Her wings were mostly wrapped around her before the teary eyed girl looked at the blade. She could just... die. She grabbed it, ignoring the pain in her movements. She turned the blade over and over, half tempted to just go ahead and stab herself right here and right now. Tears suddenly came, running down her cheeks as she bit her lip to the point it bled. She was tired. And dead. She held the blade out, aiming it right under her vessel's ribcage. This could work. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face
/basically I'm going through some shit and needed a way to get it out so save the girl pls.
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Post by Timur on Jun 12, 2017 4:03:03 GMT
He was out of his cage. He had a temporary vessel, putting him at almost full power. He sure as hell could tell when one of his children was that distraught.
Lucifer would indeed sense this, it put an imbalance in the way things usually were. It was an archangel thing, kinda like the Force but way cooler. As soon as he senses this, the male would make an appearance in pebble's room. A bit intrusive? Yes. But he wasn't about to let this happen. She would hear the ruffle of his wings as he arrived and the snap of his fingers as he made the blade come to his hand, and then proceeded to teleport it somewheres far, far away from the room. She'd get it back when he was sure she wouldn't try this again. Luckily he did that before he looked and took in the scene, or else he wouldn't of been too emotionally crippled to do much of anything. He knew something bad was happening involving a blade in which the removal of the blade would help, but he hadn't been sure of what. His own daughter... no. Once the archangel did look however, he unintentionally held his breath. Pebble wasn't exactly his biggest fan, was he the right one to be helping her right now? Wait what was he thinking? He was her father, of course he was the right person! Well, archangel. That was besides the point. "Peb?" he said, voice wavering. Those wounds were made with an archangel blade... he probably couldn't heal them all the way. Maybe partially? Was he really that bad of a father that he couldn't prevent this? He was already half absentee, being in the cage, plus he was the freaking devil, but he thought he was a good dad? "I... I'm sorry." Lucifer said, going over to the side of the bed. Should he give her a hug? She didn't really like hugs. Was this his fault? Was there something he could of done? "I'm so sorry Pebble." he said, voice cracking. Seeing his kid like this messed with him in the head. Maybe if he had paid more attention to what she wanted this wouldn't be happening. He would fight back tears, not wanting to cry. He needed to be strong for her, so he could help her. There had to be something he could do to help, right? "Is... is there anything I can do to help?" he asked sincerely. Lucifer wasn't the best with helping others, but he sure as hell was trying.
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Post by Pebble on Jun 14, 2017 2:18:59 GMT
The blade was suddenly gone. She didn't know what was going on but she could hear his voice. She was frozen, tears still streaming down her face as her arms fell to her side, still bleeding. And suddenly he was there, at her side. She disliked him, she did. She hated the fact that she was his daughter, that she was trusted. At first, her wings would raise and flap a bit in defense before folding back against her back, proving her smaller than she was with then out. She didn't understand what was happening but... she lurched forward, bloodied arms wrapping around her father Inna hug, tears like a river as she rested her head against his chest, not a single word escaping her.
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