Nishant Residence - Mid Afternoon - Rain
Luna Nishant
Luna sighed heavily, kicking off her boots once she'd entered through the front door and set down her umbrella. The shelter had been lively today despite the weather. Someone had finally located Jax, however; it wasn't exactly happy news. Jax was dead. No one knew how or why, only that he was, and there was nothing else to it. She took the band from her hair, letting it fall loosely around her shoulders before shaking it out. Making her way towards the garage, she glanced around looking for her sister.
“Sol, you in here?" she called out. It wasn't like she went anywhere. The only places Sol ever went were to her garage, sometimes grocery shopping, and other times she went to find spare parts or things like that. Sol was like a homebody in that sense, but Luna supposed there was one other place she could have gone. She hadn't missed the way her sister had smiled when Samael showed up to hire her. Luna couldn't recall the last time Soleil actually smiled like that.
It gave her conflicted feelings, for sure. On one hand, she thought it was absolutely hilarious that Soleil might have a little crush on Samael, however; on the other, Luna wasn't so sure about that. Demon or not, they both knew they couldn't trust him. He might have given them a chance at a better life, a more decent life, but Luna was a little more skeptical about it. Good things didn't happen to the Nishants without there being some sort of catch. There had to be one, but for now, Luna was going to wait it out.
“Soleil, I got your favorites," she called out again. “I got pineapples!"
"Of course I'm in here," Sol called back, her tone distant in that familiar distracted way. "Where else would I be?"
Luna chuckled before making her way towards the garage. Once she was inside, she found Soleil right where she always was, tinkering with her toys. “I don't know," she finally stated when she was close enough to Soleil. She didn't want to get too close since Sol was working, after all. Luna didn't like interrupting her completely. “Maybe you'd be at your new friend's place. You know, your knight in shining armour," she stated, smirking lightly at Sol.
The words put a slight furrow in her sister's brow, but Soleil said nothing at first, continuing to take apart the rusty engine she must have hauled in from the junkyard today. Her hair was pulled into her subtle twin-tails, the ones that rested close to her head and fanned, so they didn't look like the childish kind, suggesting she'd not yet taken a break today. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said flatly.
“Hm, you sure about that?" Luna replied, pulling one of the metal folding chairs and setting it up backwards so she could sit on it and rest her chin on the back part of it. “Because I could have sworn I saw something there. I don't know, maybe a little smile and a little blush when he bowed," she continued, her smirk turning into a grin.
"Clearly you're hallucinating," Sol deadpanned, lifting a large piece of metal casing off the engine to expose the parts beneath. She set it aside with an effortlessness they could only show each other, and went to inspect the guts of the thing. "I was surprised he came by here of all places, that's all."
“And someone is in denial," Luna retorted, huffing a short laugh. “You know, he was pretty handsome, I'll give you that," she started, rubbing the bottom of her chin. She wouldn't deny that at all. Samael was attractive, with the long silver hair and the teal colored eyes. There was something about the way his facial structure was, smooth and defined in a way Luna couldn't really describe.
“I really can't blame you for being attracted to him," she continued, smiling at Soleil. “It's fine, though, if you want to deny it, but you shouldn't be surprised that he came all this way just for you. You're damn good at what you do and obviously he knows it. Everyone comes to you for their shit to get fixed and you always do it right."
Her sister was damn talented when it came to things like that. Her work should be noticed, and it was obvious that Samael had noticed it. That, or he was probably trying to get in Soleil's pants. Not that he could, Sol wouldn't let him. Luna knew her sister wasn't stupid by any means, and they both knew better than to trust people. But... part of her was curious as to whether or not Sol actually would let him. She snorted at the thought.
Soleil snorted. "And here I thought you preferred guys that look like lumberjacks." She shook her head, though, clearly not inclined to remain on the topic for any longer than she had to. "As for the quality of my work, sure I guess, but that doesn't quite explain why a rich guy comes out to the Pits and gives me a fucking car on top of an employment deal that was already so good I'd have taken it regardless." Her brows knit and she expelled a breath.
"If it sounds too good to be true, it is, but... I can't find the catch."
Luna sighed deeply and shook her head. “Yeah, neither can I. It is too good. I'm almost worried a piano is going to fall on our heads the moment we walk out that door because it's too good," she replied. That deal Samael offered to Soleil was a very good one. They had every right to be suspicious of it.
“Do you think he might just be biding his time before changing the terms? You know, so that he could get your soul, instead? I know he said he wasn't in the soul business, but that might have been just a ruse. Just a way to get you to lower your guard or something," because demons have tried trickier shit with them before.
"I don't know," Soleil admitted quietly. Her hands paused in their work, she expelled a soft breath through her nose. "I wish I could say I did, but..." Her lips pursed. "I don't sense any deception from him, and I've only gotten this far trusting my instincts, but still." It seemed to genuinely trouble her, the not knowing.
“I know," Luna replied gently. “It's just... it's almost like we're living in a dream. He basically gave us something we've always struggled to get. We're able to actually buy food now, and not just scavenge it from the dumpster here or there. We don't have to worry too much about whether or not the lights will be turned off, or the water, or the gas. We don't have to worry too much about Alastor's fucking fee increase."
There were so many things they didn't have to necessarily worry about. And that, in itself, worried Luna. It wouldn't last long. Nothing lasted long that was good. It was just a rule of life, one she and Sol had grown accustomed to. This luxury, or whatever it was, wouldn't last. Sol would probably quit if something turned out to not be okay. Or Samael might grow bored with Sol's work and fire her. He didn't seem the type to just do it on a whim, though, and Luna could understand why her sister was troubled by him. He was giving them things simply because he wanted to.
There was no ulterior motive from him.
“I would still just... be careful with him. I know you're smart enough to take care of yourself, but... don't fall for any of his charms, alright?"
She snorted. "He's not that charming, don't worry." There was a faint bit of humor in the way she said it, though, something that was kind of hard to pin to a source.
Shaking her head, she went back to work, though she didn't abandon the conversation entirely. This seemed to be hunting for scrap parts, rather than a more concerted project. "Any news from work today?"
Luna frowned at the question. “They found Jax," she stated, glancing towards the floor. “He's dead," she added before shaking her head. He was a decent guy, as far as people went. Always great with the people he worked with, and always seemed to smile. He looked like life never really beat him down, but she supposed everyone had their own fair share of shit luck.
Maybe it wasn't even luck?
Maybe it was just a cruel fate, one that would catch up to the rest of them? “Didn't say how or anything like that. His mom doesn't even have enough money to give him a small funeral or anything. She wanted to get him cremated but if she doesn't have enough money for a small funeral, she won't have enough for that," she continued.
“Do you think Samael would mind if we helped her with that?" Luna asked suddenly, glancing in Sol's direction. “I mean, he did give you a card to do, and I quote, 'whatever the fuck you want with it'."
Soleil blinked. "I suppose it'd be a good enough way to find out if that's true," she said slowly, "but are you sure we should risk it on this of all things? I get that you knew the guy but a corpse is a corpse, Luna. It doesn't care what you do with it."
Luna furrowed her brows a bit. “A corpse might not care, but his mother still does. Cremations are a lot cheaper than an actual funeral, and it's what his mother wanted to do." Still, Sol had a point. If they were going to risk finding out if what Samael said was true on a cremation, is that really what she should do? It could be that Samael was just testing them, and that the moment they used the card he gave them, he could easily take Sol's job away. Luna sighed softly.
“I... don't want you to risk your job just because I'm sentimental," she stated, shaking her head. Sometimes she really did hate that she cared so much about other people. People who weren't Soleil, and people whom she hadn't known for very long. She just... she had a bleeding heart, and she knew it.
“We probably shouldn't risk it," even if she wanted to help out Mrs. Alby, she couldn't risk Sol's job.
Soleil sighed. "I'm sorry, Luna," she said. "Part of me thinks it wouldn't matter. That he really does mean what he says. But if we do this, and word gets out, we're going to be the new targets of every sob story in town, and I'm pretty sure somewhere in there, we'd hit a limit. Even if he meant what he said. Money's not infinite, but problems are, around here."
“Yeah, I know," Luna replied softly. She just hated that it had to be like that; that people couldn't even afford to do something so... she didn't even know the right word for it. Mrs. Alby couldn't give her son a proper funeral, or even a cremation, and it shouldn't have to be that way. She should be able to give her son a proper send off, a proper burial.
But life was shit to everyone who didn't sell their soul.
To everyone who couldn't pay protection fees.
Or even buy food to feed their families or themselves.
“You know I appreciate you, right?" Luna stated, feeling the statement come out softer than it meant to. “Everything that you've done for us, for me? You're the best big sister I have."
Soleil snorted softly. "Sorry to report, but I'm the only big sister you have." Her eyes were a little softer, though, and she nodded. "I appreciate you, too, Luna."
“Sol, you in here?" she called out. It wasn't like she went anywhere. The only places Sol ever went were to her garage, sometimes grocery shopping, and other times she went to find spare parts or things like that. Sol was like a homebody in that sense, but Luna supposed there was one other place she could have gone. She hadn't missed the way her sister had smiled when Samael showed up to hire her. Luna couldn't recall the last time Soleil actually smiled like that.
It gave her conflicted feelings, for sure. On one hand, she thought it was absolutely hilarious that Soleil might have a little crush on Samael, however; on the other, Luna wasn't so sure about that. Demon or not, they both knew they couldn't trust him. He might have given them a chance at a better life, a more decent life, but Luna was a little more skeptical about it. Good things didn't happen to the Nishants without there being some sort of catch. There had to be one, but for now, Luna was going to wait it out.
“Soleil, I got your favorites," she called out again. “I got pineapples!"
"Of course I'm in here," Sol called back, her tone distant in that familiar distracted way. "Where else would I be?"
Luna chuckled before making her way towards the garage. Once she was inside, she found Soleil right where she always was, tinkering with her toys. “I don't know," she finally stated when she was close enough to Soleil. She didn't want to get too close since Sol was working, after all. Luna didn't like interrupting her completely. “Maybe you'd be at your new friend's place. You know, your knight in shining armour," she stated, smirking lightly at Sol.
The words put a slight furrow in her sister's brow, but Soleil said nothing at first, continuing to take apart the rusty engine she must have hauled in from the junkyard today. Her hair was pulled into her subtle twin-tails, the ones that rested close to her head and fanned, so they didn't look like the childish kind, suggesting she'd not yet taken a break today. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said flatly.
“Hm, you sure about that?" Luna replied, pulling one of the metal folding chairs and setting it up backwards so she could sit on it and rest her chin on the back part of it. “Because I could have sworn I saw something there. I don't know, maybe a little smile and a little blush when he bowed," she continued, her smirk turning into a grin.
"Clearly you're hallucinating," Sol deadpanned, lifting a large piece of metal casing off the engine to expose the parts beneath. She set it aside with an effortlessness they could only show each other, and went to inspect the guts of the thing. "I was surprised he came by here of all places, that's all."
“And someone is in denial," Luna retorted, huffing a short laugh. “You know, he was pretty handsome, I'll give you that," she started, rubbing the bottom of her chin. She wouldn't deny that at all. Samael was attractive, with the long silver hair and the teal colored eyes. There was something about the way his facial structure was, smooth and defined in a way Luna couldn't really describe.
“I really can't blame you for being attracted to him," she continued, smiling at Soleil. “It's fine, though, if you want to deny it, but you shouldn't be surprised that he came all this way just for you. You're damn good at what you do and obviously he knows it. Everyone comes to you for their shit to get fixed and you always do it right."
Her sister was damn talented when it came to things like that. Her work should be noticed, and it was obvious that Samael had noticed it. That, or he was probably trying to get in Soleil's pants. Not that he could, Sol wouldn't let him. Luna knew her sister wasn't stupid by any means, and they both knew better than to trust people. But... part of her was curious as to whether or not Sol actually would let him. She snorted at the thought.
Soleil snorted. "And here I thought you preferred guys that look like lumberjacks." She shook her head, though, clearly not inclined to remain on the topic for any longer than she had to. "As for the quality of my work, sure I guess, but that doesn't quite explain why a rich guy comes out to the Pits and gives me a fucking car on top of an employment deal that was already so good I'd have taken it regardless." Her brows knit and she expelled a breath.
"If it sounds too good to be true, it is, but... I can't find the catch."
Luna sighed deeply and shook her head. “Yeah, neither can I. It is too good. I'm almost worried a piano is going to fall on our heads the moment we walk out that door because it's too good," she replied. That deal Samael offered to Soleil was a very good one. They had every right to be suspicious of it.
“Do you think he might just be biding his time before changing the terms? You know, so that he could get your soul, instead? I know he said he wasn't in the soul business, but that might have been just a ruse. Just a way to get you to lower your guard or something," because demons have tried trickier shit with them before.
"I don't know," Soleil admitted quietly. Her hands paused in their work, she expelled a soft breath through her nose. "I wish I could say I did, but..." Her lips pursed. "I don't sense any deception from him, and I've only gotten this far trusting my instincts, but still." It seemed to genuinely trouble her, the not knowing.
“I know," Luna replied gently. “It's just... it's almost like we're living in a dream. He basically gave us something we've always struggled to get. We're able to actually buy food now, and not just scavenge it from the dumpster here or there. We don't have to worry too much about whether or not the lights will be turned off, or the water, or the gas. We don't have to worry too much about Alastor's fucking fee increase."
There were so many things they didn't have to necessarily worry about. And that, in itself, worried Luna. It wouldn't last long. Nothing lasted long that was good. It was just a rule of life, one she and Sol had grown accustomed to. This luxury, or whatever it was, wouldn't last. Sol would probably quit if something turned out to not be okay. Or Samael might grow bored with Sol's work and fire her. He didn't seem the type to just do it on a whim, though, and Luna could understand why her sister was troubled by him. He was giving them things simply because he wanted to.
There was no ulterior motive from him.
“I would still just... be careful with him. I know you're smart enough to take care of yourself, but... don't fall for any of his charms, alright?"
She snorted. "He's not that charming, don't worry." There was a faint bit of humor in the way she said it, though, something that was kind of hard to pin to a source.
Shaking her head, she went back to work, though she didn't abandon the conversation entirely. This seemed to be hunting for scrap parts, rather than a more concerted project. "Any news from work today?"
Luna frowned at the question. “They found Jax," she stated, glancing towards the floor. “He's dead," she added before shaking her head. He was a decent guy, as far as people went. Always great with the people he worked with, and always seemed to smile. He looked like life never really beat him down, but she supposed everyone had their own fair share of shit luck.
Maybe it wasn't even luck?
Maybe it was just a cruel fate, one that would catch up to the rest of them? “Didn't say how or anything like that. His mom doesn't even have enough money to give him a small funeral or anything. She wanted to get him cremated but if she doesn't have enough money for a small funeral, she won't have enough for that," she continued.
“Do you think Samael would mind if we helped her with that?" Luna asked suddenly, glancing in Sol's direction. “I mean, he did give you a card to do, and I quote, 'whatever the fuck you want with it'."
Soleil blinked. "I suppose it'd be a good enough way to find out if that's true," she said slowly, "but are you sure we should risk it on this of all things? I get that you knew the guy but a corpse is a corpse, Luna. It doesn't care what you do with it."
Luna furrowed her brows a bit. “A corpse might not care, but his mother still does. Cremations are a lot cheaper than an actual funeral, and it's what his mother wanted to do." Still, Sol had a point. If they were going to risk finding out if what Samael said was true on a cremation, is that really what she should do? It could be that Samael was just testing them, and that the moment they used the card he gave them, he could easily take Sol's job away. Luna sighed softly.
“I... don't want you to risk your job just because I'm sentimental," she stated, shaking her head. Sometimes she really did hate that she cared so much about other people. People who weren't Soleil, and people whom she hadn't known for very long. She just... she had a bleeding heart, and she knew it.
“We probably shouldn't risk it," even if she wanted to help out Mrs. Alby, she couldn't risk Sol's job.
Soleil sighed. "I'm sorry, Luna," she said. "Part of me thinks it wouldn't matter. That he really does mean what he says. But if we do this, and word gets out, we're going to be the new targets of every sob story in town, and I'm pretty sure somewhere in there, we'd hit a limit. Even if he meant what he said. Money's not infinite, but problems are, around here."
“Yeah, I know," Luna replied softly. She just hated that it had to be like that; that people couldn't even afford to do something so... she didn't even know the right word for it. Mrs. Alby couldn't give her son a proper funeral, or even a cremation, and it shouldn't have to be that way. She should be able to give her son a proper send off, a proper burial.
But life was shit to everyone who didn't sell their soul.
To everyone who couldn't pay protection fees.
Or even buy food to feed their families or themselves.
“You know I appreciate you, right?" Luna stated, feeling the statement come out softer than it meant to. “Everything that you've done for us, for me? You're the best big sister I have."
Soleil snorted softly. "Sorry to report, but I'm the only big sister you have." Her eyes were a little softer, though, and she nodded. "I appreciate you, too, Luna."