Sofie "Sin" Nightwalker's Story

Samil nodded, raising his beer and doing the same. "To a new home and a new friend." He muttered, taking another swig before leaning against the counter again. "Well, what are the wings for, then?" He asked, looking at the one metal wing and the one feathery wing. "Because," He paused, "those are some hella sick wings." He said, flitting his own a bit. "What I wouldn't give to have some sturdy metal wings. Much better than these... feathery ones." He said, gesturing at the black mass of feathers attatched to his back.

"I'm a Fallen Angel, or a demon thing, really. I prefer Fallen Angel. It helps me to forget what I really am, and who I came from." He sighed, although the word Demon didn't sound right. There must've been a difference. He sipped some more of his beer. "I died two years ago, when I was sixteen. We still age, though." He said, resting his hands out on the counter and putting his head down. God, it hurts to remember. He thought, not wanting to say anything out loud.

Samil didn't notice the girl at first, but then he saw her. He sensed that she was uneasy, and saw the pixie thing around her. "Um, Hello." Samil said, rolling his shoulders and putting on a half-smile for her. "And who might you be?" He asked, fixing his gaze on the girl.

(Sorry, I actually didn't notice your post >.< And sorry for such a short post o.o crap, I didn't mean to put Sophie in there.. ignore that.)

Samil laughed. "Well okay then." He said, reaching the second floor. He heard her talk about a being a chef and shrugged. "There was some girl who also said she could cook, but I'm not sure if she knows many Demon recipes, though. She's human, you can smell it all over her." He sighed, and looked around the hallway, wondering if Vermil was still in her room. He walked over to the third door on the left to where his room was, and stood infront of the door. "This is my room," He paused, and took a few steps to reach a door beside it. "And this is Vermil's. She's the girl with one metal wing." Samil said, and noticed how fun it was to say 'metal wing'. "So, you choose which room you want." He said, leaning up against Vermil's door and watching her intently.

(CRAP. I accidentally added Spohie in there again. I keep clicking it -.-' Ignore that.)

Black merely stormed past the disgracful piece of crap that was flirting with his girlfriend and to her room. He knocked on it and leaned on the door. "Xiao niao..? May I come in or do you want to be alone..?" he asked hesitantly. He didn't want to barge in, that wasn't very nice but he had to make sure his little bird was fine.

Vermil cooed at Samil and nuzzled his arm, which she was clinging to. White merely frowned at John. Could he not see that Kalo was taken..? Was he that blind to everyone else..? He shook his head and rested a hand on Vermil's. "The turtle's pissed at this one, birdy... Be careful..." and with that he brushed past the demon before entering his own room, patting Black on the back as he went.

(Ignore Sofie!)

Samil shrugged, and nodded. "True." He said, and smiled. Bringing himself back down to the ground, Samil shook his head. No, I can't be done with the sky yet. He thought, and sprung back up, he flew around Vermil, swiftly and skillfully. He thought about how back in Germany, the sky was bright and sunny in the summer, but in the winter it was cold and harsh, unforgiving.
Samil wondered if Vermil was bright and sunny, and that Black was cold, harsh, and unfrgiving, like the winter. Duh, their attitudes represent their seasons! But... I don't know Black very well. I can't say that about him... Which one of them is Fall, my favorite season? He thought to himself, still swirling through the air.

(Accidentally put Sophie in there. God, I never imagined that I'd be so stuck on stuff to write that I have to write exactly what my charry's thinking...)

Samil twitched at this, still shaking. "You don't know what he's going to do to me... You couldn't even fathom what he would've done to her." His hands were still on fire, but he willed them to burn only him, for Lanuya's sake. "I..." His voice cracked and his looked down. "I'm not going to... be fallen anymore..." He didn't look up, incase Lanuya or The Nephilim founf that he was crying. He darted ahead, plummeting back into the portal. He could feel something stripped from him as he did. His whole body hurt, but he ignored it. Little did he know that the wings that he'd grown to love, were torn from his back, and he was bleeding from where they used to be.

(Ignore Sophie)