Thread: Do The Claws Make The Beast? (ThomasRHellsing & darkangel76)

Maggie's blue eyes rolled slightly, though she sighed a bit as she heard a bit of familiarity in the voice that passed over those human lips. The face wasn't one she remembered, but as he spoke she could at least hear a hint of the demon she remembered before his untimely death so very long agowhen he'd been ripped away from her and all his people. Casually, she reached up and wiped a tear from her eye that had suddenly threatened to spill down a pale cheek. Turning her head, dark brown waves swishing over her shoulder as she twisted her small frame, she glanced over at her own daughter and gave the younger demoness a nod. Lira was smiling, but it faltered slightly that she wasn't recognizable. Maggie knew full well that Lira had wished to know the great demon lord who'd fought so valiantly and triumphantlyhis battles renowned, his victories legendary. A heat swept over Lira's cheeks, a stark contrast to her usual pale, as she looked upon the legend before her. Truly, this was a dream, a night to remember. She wished he could recall more of his history, of the magnificent wonders he'd done for his people and family. She looked over at her mother and then back at the demon lord. Of course you love them, Maggie stated plainly, a small smirk playing on her full lips as she brushed her dark hair back over her shoulder. She reached out to touch Lira's shoulder, her hand absently touching the reddish-brown tresses of the younger demoness. I remember your tastes rather well considering how long you've been away. Her words were curt, but not cold. Anyone who knew her would know it was her way of coping. You've been gone a long time, Lira piped up, her voice soft, almost shy. Her cheeks were still a bit red as she pulled away and suddenly bit down on her lower lip. She looked at her mother and gave her a sheepish smile, only continuing after the older demoness nodded. I'm Maggie's daughter. Lira. And, you... you died, she explained. But, you've come back to us. Her smile broadened and that bubbly vivaciousness was beginning to resurface once more. Maggie nodded, removing her hand from her daughter's shoulder and clasping them about her middle. Her casual lavender knit top rode up slightly with the movement causing her to grunt and then readjust the hem. Once satisfied, she rested her hands against her jean-clad thighs, rubbing them agitatedly against the denim material. Mother said there was a chance you'd come back, Lira went on, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her yellow cami-tank. But everyone was beginning to think you wouldn't come back. Her blue eyes suddenly turned to look at the floor. Maggie smiled at her daughter, her hand reaching out to touch her shoulder once again. But Lira knew better, she said in hopes to build up the confidence she could see starting to wane in the younger demoness. Almost immediately, Lira's face brightened, her eyes sparkling as she let out a tiny giggle. Of course I did, she said while taking a step closer to the demon lord she'd so anxiously been waiting to meet. I've been wanting to meet you, she said, moving closer, her black mini skirt swishing against her legs as she moved. Without thinking, she reached out a hand and touched his arm. Biting down on her lip, she asked, It's okay that I touch you, right? Her expression one of worry that she'd suddenly been so bold in front of a legend! Maggie rolled her eyes as she watched Lira. She was enthralled to meet someone she'd heard so much about, who'd battled so fiercely for others. He was now back. Here. Slowly regaining memory. She just hoped he'd regain it before all was lost. As it was, they were still at war and losing fast. They needed to get home and the sooner, the better.