IN THE AIR, OPEN.

[hazel]

The night was growing in age. Pale blue eyes flickered to stare a the sky, irises like orbs reflecting the light off of the stars. The owner of those very same eyes was stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, her feet pressed together and her arms at her sides. It is almost as if she was awestruck by the simple sight of stars. Her jaw hung open and her hair cascaded down her back, her small and slight body frame still as stone. She was not at all mesmerized by the twinkling stars, of course, though only she knew that. She blinked slowly, her jaw closing and her head lowering to stare at the empty space in front of her. She was thinking, and at this moment in time she had quite a bit to think about. She sighed, touching light fingers to her shoulder, her blue eyes gazing at the smooth skin. It had not been smooth that long ago. In fact, it had been clogged with a bullet, one not even shot for her. Her fingers closed into a fist as she let her hand drop back to her side before starting to walk forward, her gait slow and lacking purpose.

Why had she used her sacrifice abilities for a mere human, let alone a hunter she could not trust? Let alone a hunter who had aimed his gun at her. And yet, she knew he could not bring himself to shoot her. The one in the bushes was a different story, he flung bullets around like they were nothing. Well, she did what she did. Eyeing the flawless skin for a moment longer, she closed her eyes with another sigh. A shot like that would be hard to recover from, for a human. It was only common sense that she would sacrifice it all, switch the roles. It was all being practical, or that’s what she told herself. Reaching up to rub the back of her neck, an angel by the name of Eloise Rousseau sighed for a third time that night, softly and under her breath. Her footsteps slowed, and suddenly her eyes snapped open. Thoughts of the hunter and the bullet cleared from her mind and her head shot up, shoulders stiff and body alert. She felt her wings quiver with the anticipation. She felt like she was being watched.

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[Isabeau Adela]

What would she tell him? How would she tell him? These were the questions that plagued her as she walked down the street, lost in her own inner turmoil. Telling Lev, she knew, wasn't the issue; they had talked about it, and knowing full well that he wanted a baby calmed her nerves with telling him. It was just a matter of time she told Lev that she was pregnant, but what of Remy? She feared her father's reaction, or lack of reaction. She was unsure of which would be worse, her father overcome with rage or her father not overcome with anything. The blonde Angel wasn't so naïve to believe that her father would be happy for her, despite the fact that she was happy; perhaps if it weren't Lev's child she was carrying he'd be happy for her, but it was Lev's and she wouldn't change it for the world simply to please her father. But before she would even think of telling Lev, she first had to tell her father, and that posed a definite problem and brought her back to her first question: what, exactly, would she tell him?

Her thoughts seemed to be on a grim cycle of repeat. The same questions, worries and thoughts looped continuously as she walked, allowing her feet to carry her aimlessly through the city; she was dreading going home, dreading finding her father either home and/or awake, so she kept to the city despite the exhaustion that rippled down her body, growing more intense with each passing thought and step. A dull throb started in her temple and she paused, mid-step, to close her eyes and rub gently at her eyes. Why must her father be so incredibly difficult? Isabeau took in a small breath of air and dropped her hands from her eyes, busying her fingers with the hem of her black hoodie, for a moment silencing her thoughts with listening to the city around her. Scents and noises rushed to her and her eyes snapped open as she suddenly, for the first time since she began walking, took the time to study her surroundings. Apparently her feet had led her to the disgusting streets of Portview, and she felt a brief twinge of fright; she was alone, pregnant and in one of the more rougher parts of the city. Brilliant.

But she wasn't about to let anything happen to her, not now. Pride or not, if anything happened she wouldn't hesitate in calling for her father; caution stuck with her, however, as she folded her arms neatly over her chest and cast her blue gaze over the dark street, every shadow and slight flicker suddenly more menacing than before, when she was lost in her thoughts. Her stomach curled and she swallowed, willing herself not to be nauseous; not now. Issy's body wasn't so keen on listening to her and she felt her stomach lurch suddenly as the smell of the street finally got to her, and throwing her nerves and stomach over the edge. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she turned first right and then left and then right again before dashing a couple of paces to the side of a building. Her stomach contents were out faster than she expected, startling her as her stomach uncontrollably heaved until there was nothing left in her stomach. Isabeau placed her hands against the cool stone of the building as her stomach finally took pity on her, her muscles relaxing as her nausea washed away as fast as it came on. Swallowing against the taste left in her mouth, she finally opened her eyes and turned from the wall as she took a fresh breath of air, or as fresh as it could get in Portview; blue orbs caught the figure before the scent tickled her nose. Her eyes narrowed, and through what little light there was from the street lamps could make out the shape and slight twitch of wings; the scent was Angel, but that meant little to nothing.

“Hello?” Instincts weren't telling her to run, but she wasn't going to completely dismiss that the female posed no threat. She remained on her toes, guard up, and fully alert; with the slightest show of danger, she'd call for her father.

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