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[October 14th] [Original] The gift of the divine
Title: The gift of the divine
Day/Theme: October 14: The alternation of generations
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #14)
Character/Pairing: Belle, Jonathan, Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a temple darkened by time
“We need a high priest or priestess, and you are the only one who has the proper blood,” Jonathan insisted, anxious.
“It’s not my fault I am not suited for the role of high priestess. The talent sometimes skips a generation,” Belle said defensively. She hated to justify herself to the… the children that stood before her.
Jonathan looked unhappy, as he always did when someone implied he was not adult enough to grasp a simple problem, but Evan just smiled. Evan scared her, in a way she didn’t understand. Why would the product of a demon, a vampire, and an angel give her any reason to fear? He kept his powers to himself, neither stealing souls nor ransoming them.
She straightened under their scrutiny. For all she lacked the favor of the divine, she had the regal bearing of a goddess’s avatar. Jonathan reacted, bowing a bit and backing away, but Evan didn’t move, his gray and golden eyes staring right into hers. With a careless smile, he walked towards her and grabbed her wrist. She gasped as his needle fangs sunk into the flesh of her hand, and pulled away almost before he could lick up the blood.
Jonathan pulled him back, and he didn’t resist. Leaning up against his lover, Evan licked his lips, and smiled at her again, this time with the lazy indolence of a child who had just enjoyed a sweet.
“I have the proper blood now. I can be high priest,” he said, as though that made it all better. Almost shaking in the face of his cold contentment at a problem solved, Belle tried to hide her feeling that something sacred had just been taken away from her.
And when Diana came to their bed that night, she found her lover curled up in a tight ball of mourning, whispering prayers to the goddess she didn’t believe in to give her back what she thought she had never had.
Day/Theme: October 14: The alternation of generations
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #14)
Character/Pairing: Belle, Jonathan, Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a temple darkened by time
“We need a high priest or priestess, and you are the only one who has the proper blood,” Jonathan insisted, anxious.
“It’s not my fault I am not suited for the role of high priestess. The talent sometimes skips a generation,” Belle said defensively. She hated to justify herself to the… the children that stood before her.
Jonathan looked unhappy, as he always did when someone implied he was not adult enough to grasp a simple problem, but Evan just smiled. Evan scared her, in a way she didn’t understand. Why would the product of a demon, a vampire, and an angel give her any reason to fear? He kept his powers to himself, neither stealing souls nor ransoming them.
She straightened under their scrutiny. For all she lacked the favor of the divine, she had the regal bearing of a goddess’s avatar. Jonathan reacted, bowing a bit and backing away, but Evan didn’t move, his gray and golden eyes staring right into hers. With a careless smile, he walked towards her and grabbed her wrist. She gasped as his needle fangs sunk into the flesh of her hand, and pulled away almost before he could lick up the blood.
Jonathan pulled him back, and he didn’t resist. Leaning up against his lover, Evan licked his lips, and smiled at her again, this time with the lazy indolence of a child who had just enjoyed a sweet.
“I have the proper blood now. I can be high priest,” he said, as though that made it all better. Almost shaking in the face of his cold contentment at a problem solved, Belle tried to hide her feeling that something sacred had just been taken away from her.
And when Diana came to their bed that night, she found her lover curled up in a tight ball of mourning, whispering prayers to the goddess she didn’t believe in to give her back what she thought she had never had.