Addy
She felt her heart flutter as the nerves of talking to someone swam through her skin like fuzzy worms.
"Ah..." She tried to speak, not able to find the words quick enough before he moved on, introducing himself, even asking her to be his friend. Her eyes went wide with shock. It wasn't that people didn't ask her to be her friend, it was just that she often never gave them the chance to. She usually ran away before this point.
"I'm... ah... Madison..." She began, telling him her real name.
"It's... nice to meet you, Brvr." she added, plastering an awkward smile to her face as she fought the instinct to run away.
"I guess we can be... f-f-fri-friends." She finished, stumbling over the word 'friend', a foreign word.
"Are you sure you don't want an ice pack? I'll... I'll go get one anyway." She spoke before running off in the direction of the kitchen. She pulled out one of the rags they use for cleaning and rinsed it out really well in the water fountain before returning to Brvr. With shaking hands, she attempted to place the rag on his head where he'd been holding it.
"Does... Does that hurt?" She asked, looking down at him with concerned eyes. She wanted so badly just to run away but... this person... seemed nice. And she did feel bad for causing him pain. Her side hurt a bit but by now it was gone, a dull pain long forgotten.
Lily
A scowl on her face, the young angel sat at the roof of the school, watching the people below her. They were gathered in the parking lot, doing who knows what. She sighed and laid back against the hot surface of the roof, her eyes set to the sky above. Memories of what transpired in the skies of her world drifted to the front of her mind before she shook them away, sending them back.
She let out a rather loud yell, frustration at it's peak before jumping up and running over to the door to go back in. She'd only been here a few days and already she was going crazy. But part of her wanted to believe this was okay, that it would be okay, that it was better. As she climbed down the stairs, tears began to overtake her face, falling with gentle grace to the floor. Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor, sitting on the stairs. She let her body continue to fall as she slumped against the cold wall next to her, her face blank as tears silently fell from her cheeks. She lifted a hand to the ring hung around her neck and fidgeted with it, rubbing calloused fingers over it's smooth surface.
Why? Why did it always end like this for me? She asked herself sourly, her face contorting into an ugly image of a young woman wrack with anguish.
She had lost everything. She wasn't allowed to see Carmen, her roommate, she wasn't allowed to see Xanthus or... any of them. So many lost, so may gone from her eyes. The only thing left are the tears, the unending, undying tears that continue to fall from her eyes like rain. Pink hair fell around her eyes and stuck to her cheeks, wet from the tears. Blue eyes stared down at the floor as the world wobbled before her, the tears warping her view. She was still dressed for the war, her stark white dress laden with gold accents. She had long since shed the armor that had once graced her shoulders, fearing it would swallow her whole. The white metal was stashed somewhere in a janitorial closet, hiding away from the eyes that wished to never see it again.
Lily Brightendale was once again broken, unable to come to terms with what exactly was happening to her. She didn't know who was her friend anymore. Her father become her slave driver and her mortal enemy, her benefactor. Besides, since when had Lucifer been so kind... That was the only reason she couldn't completely believe that this was good for her in any way. If it was Lucifer's will, why would it end well?