Breathing - Theodore & Mariella

Marie outfit: Link
Theo outfit: Link
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Keaton was confused in all of this and he found this whole ordeal weird. He had seen Melania getting pulled away to her body, half expecting himself to do the same, but nothing happened. He felt a bit lost and he heard Dinah sigh lightly, turning his head towards her. ”Sorry, dear, I was not fast enough – I guess I’ll have to escort you,” she said breathing in relaxed and started moving. She didn’t need any vision to know where Melania would end up, she simple walked, skipping from time to time until she reached the house of a banshee. She had arrived after Mariella and Melania, and didn’t even bother to knock as she just entered the house. She found them in the livingroom and she leaned her body against the door frame, looking at the people in the room. She could recognize Abigal, the woman whom Lucifer had tried started a family with. There was no emotion connected to her, so she shrugged and leaned away from the frame. ”The door was unlocked – Oh and the smell is my fault, sorry,” she said with a sly smile on her lips before moving over to Melania. ”Auntie, you left in such a hurry, that I didnt get to attach your love to you,” she said tilting her head to the side with an innocent smile on her lips. She snapped her fingers, and Keaton flew to her, as if she had been a magnet and he a piece of metal. ”He’s here now, and I’ll fasten him to your being, locking him to you – do you understand the implications of that?” she said, but before Melania could answer, it was done. Keaton grunted as he felt his soul getting pulled at, but it would only be Abigal and Dinah seeing this. Then Dinah looked to Abigal. ”I wouldn’t say I miss you, because you probably can’t remember me,” she said with a smile, before turning her head to Mariella. ”Oh, and the darkness is here too – Auntie Sam told me so much about you,” she said before stepping away from Melania, but not leaving the room yet. She needed to stay until she was certain that Keaton’s soul would cling to Melania’s being.

”Mel,” Keaton begged, looking at her up and down, trying to take her hand, but moving right through her. He made a pained expression as all he wanted was to feel her again. It would bring him comfort, but instead he had to come to accept that this was not going to be like this for a while. ”I know you can see me and hear me,” he said, turning his face to Abigal. He didn’t want to engage further with this angel of death. ”Can you tell her that it’s really me here, maybe .. Argh, I don’t know – I’m terrible with words,” he said, scratching his curly hair with a bit of frustration. He shook his head before looking at Abigal again. ”I’m sorry, I don’t mean to take all your time, it’s just, she means a lot to me, and I don’t think I could ever find the words to describe that,” he confessed, looking at Melania, reaching his hand out as if he was barely touching her cheek. ”Tell her that my body is located at Galveston, name Keaton Caedmon, born 21st of June 1959, died 20th of August 1984,” he said, slinging out a lot of information at once, but he prayed that it would be enough.

”Th-Thank you so much,” Keaton said, feeling his lip quiver as he looked at Melania. He wanted to comfort her and let her know that he was right here, but he also knew that screaming would only bother the only two people able to listen to him. He let out a sigh, shaking his head. He hoped that he could get to his brother too – if they were going to Galvestone, then maybe he could pop by him? He wished. He hadn’t seen that little brat in ages, and he hated not even being able to say goodbye. Not that you plan getting killed, but still. He looked at the others, feeling a warm in his chest as he listened to how eager people were to help him. Even if they did it because Melania told them, he would be in their debt, that was for sure.

”The implications that the longer he is connected to you, the harder it will be for me to seperate his soul from your being,” Dinah said with a calm voice before smiling sweetly at Abigal. Did she remember her, though, or had Lucifer taken those memories as well? She wondered shortly as her eyes were placed on the siren in the room. She reached out, touching Mariella carefully and subsequently taking a bit of her darkness, that seemed so willing to leave the siren and join the angel instead. Maybe it was because it was mostly the darkness from hell she had around her, as well as death on her side. There always followed a bit of darkness with a death. ”I prefer Dinah, but you can call me anything when you have such a wonderful spirit,” she said, almost a suggestive look in her eyes. ”I’ll join you, seeing as I did make a small arrangement with auntie Mel,” she said with a cute smile. She tilted her head to the side, hearing the souls that were hurrying here; the friends she presumed.

Dinah giggled at at Mariella’s comment. Never had she heard so many nicknames in one sentence and she found it rather amusing. She liked the darkness that lingered in the siren, and few knew of what darkness could do to a person. ”I like her,” she said nodding to Mariella as she looked at Melania with a smile on her lips. She watched as an angel came in, watching her with care and wondering if this was the one who was going to bring them across the world to Texas, but she could already sense an answer. The angel spoke and Dinah had her expectations confirmed, walking closer, keeping an eye on those around her. She was not letting herself get antagonized, as she was actually doing more than what Lucifer had ordered her to. However she also knew that her grandparent would forgive her, she was after all one of the few that she cared for. She gave one more look to Abigal, a faint smile on her lips as she could remember the time when her and Lucifer had been happy. Maybe it was being sentimental, but with death there always followed a bit of nostalgia. It lingered in the air like a blanket of comfort. Together with the others, she stepped through the door. It was late afternoon in this part of the world, and the sun was saying it’s goodbye on the orange sky.

Keaton stepped with Melania, forced to follow her move and not straying too far. If he did his soul would feel like it would be ripped apart, but he would gladly go through this pain for the angel he followed. Seeing Texas around him made his eyes dart around. He wished to feel the sun on his skin, but now he was but a mere spirit, forced to follow another person around. ”It’s this way,” he said, pointing to Dinah, hoping she would translate. Dinah looked at Keaton, nodding and started walking in the direction that he had pointed. She said nothing, skipping slightly along the Broadway Avenue until they reached the historical graveyard. She smiled to herself, watching through the fence at the many gravestones and statues filling the vast greenery. ”It’s closed for today,” Dinah said with a smile, walking over to the closed gate. She looked briefly at the people around her before making her darkness force open the gates. ”How rude,” she commented and walked through the opened gates that slowly crumbled at the darknes that held them back. She moved down one of the isles, gracing her hands over the vast gravestones. Was it clear she was in her right element? Death was in the air, making her stronger. She could feel everything.

Keaton felt a pull and he tried following it, but being locked to Melania held his body from flying to his body. That’s when he saw his brother at his grave. He wanted to call out his name, tell him he was here. Instead he tried keeping quiet as he told Dinah where he was located. ”I know where you are,” she said with a sigh and walked to the young demon by the grave. She placed a warm hand on his shoulder and looked down at him with her grey green eyes, a faint smile on her lips. ”It’s going to be alright,” she said before looking at the others and pointing at the grave in front of her, letting them know it was here.

Even though the graveyard was closed, that hadnt stopped Larry from getting in there either way. It actually wasnt even certain that the guy knew what "CLOSED" meant. But it wasnt that Larry was dumber than shit - Even though it would be fitting to say that it was pretty close, it had all happened when Keaton died. Like a switch in Larry had spared his emotions by making him incredibly dumb instead. The demon sat by the grave and had made fresh flowers grow over the cold earth, to shed some beauty over this sad place. He sniffled as he turned his eyes to look at a grave that hadnt been taken care of in a while, "Mrs Peterson stopped coming to visit her husband's grave," he told the grave in front of him as he made a sad smile and rubbed his eyes. "She would never miss a day without placing a nice rose over his grave. But she was getting weaker, I could see that Keat. She wouldnt last long when she came this week," he explained as he felt his eyes water as he looked at the grave not far from him.
"I think that means that she will be put in the dugged earth next to him," he said as he looked at his brother grave and made a sad smile. "But that just means they're together, right Keat? That they're happy?" he asked, knowing there wouldnt be an answer. He sighed deeply and placed his hand on his lap, "I am not doing that well in school. Who would have known that algebra was a thing. I cant wrap my head around numbers and letters in the same thing," he then said as he made a sad chuckle. He just sat there explaining Keaton's grave about the things in school he didnt understand, and the list was long. His nostrils flared as he caught a scent and made a confused expression. He felt a hand on his shoulder and lifted his eyes to meet with a pretty face. Her words made him widen his eyes a bit as he didnt understand what she meant. "Is Mrs Peterson alright?" he asked and tilted his head. He looked at the grave as she pointed to it and looked back at the others that had followed. "Hey what are you all doing here?" he asked with a slight smile as he tried to count the people that was there, but it was taking him a while.

Dinah looked at the demon as he clearly didn’t understand the situation, a small falling on her lips at the beautiful flowers that had grown on the grave. Such a wonderful testiment to life and death, she thought to herself. She plucked a flower, looking at it before looking at the demon, taking his hand and moving him away as she gave room for the siren to do her work. She let go of the blood demon’s hand and looked at the grave. Her aunt’s pleading voice she pretended like she didn’t hear – she knew what awaited in that casket. As Mariella had done her work Dinah smiled, walking forward. ”You are strong, but you use your darkness in such a fleeting way,” she said, looking at the siren with a soft look. She reached her hand out, giving Mariella her full strength back. Dinah knew it meant she would have to return hell sooner, but it was a small gesture of recognizion from her side. Then she turned her attention to the casket, walking over to it and giving it a hard kick on the side. The lid flew up, revealing a ghastly sight of a corpse that looked like it’s casket had been invaded by maggots. The stench filling the air and attracting flies by the second. Dinah gestured for Melania to come closer, grabbing the angel’s hand and then the corpse’s. Dinah closed her eyes, focusing and soon Keaton was pulled from Melania’s side and into his body.

Keaton’s eyes flew open and a loud gasp followed by a cough showed how it worked. He leaned over the side of the casket, coughing up dead blood and what seemed to be remaining maggots and insects. His shoulder’s shaking at the feeling as he looked at his still almost decayed hands. He was in imense agony as his eyes flew around, looking and feeling for the first time in forever. He opened to say something, but nothing but a raspy voice came out of his mouth and he grapped at his throat.

”I would have suggested bringing along a healer, but time was short,” she said in a calm voice. She let go of Melania and just looked at Keaton for a while. ”He’ll heal eventually, but he might need a witch or a bucket load of vampyric blood,” she said explaining carefully so that they knew what she was meaning. Still holding the flower she got up from her sitting position and looked at Fox. ”Let us get back, even though I might not command this group of yours, it would be best not to hang around here, seeing as we are trespassing in another country without passports,” she said with a cute smile, smelling the small flower before placing it in her hair.

Keaton got to his feet, shaking, his mouth opening and closing as he was trying to get used to his stiff body.

He was so confused by the whole situation. He looked to an angel as she picked a flower from the grave, then to another that spoke to him and apparently knew his name and his brother. "Melania. I dont know a Melania. Keath didnt know a Melania either," he said with a confused frown as his brain was processing the whole thing. He felt a hand in his hand looked at the angel with the flower before he followed.
As the flowers and dirt started flying away from the grave, Larry's eyes widened as he started shaking his head, "He... Hey! What are you doing! Stop it! He aint do nothing wrong, he's dead!" he begged but didnt really do much to stop it. He clenched his jaw and let go of the angel's hand as he picked up a flower that had once made up a nice arrangement on his brother's grave. He stared at the casket and gulped as he stepped a bit back, grapping the angel's hand again as he felt a bit scared and mostly confused. "What's gonna happen?" he asked her with wide eyes before he looked back at the casket, sniffling a bit as they opened it and all there was to it was the rotting corpse of the person that once was his brother. "This isnt right," he mumbled as he looked around at the others, clutching onto Dinah's hand, till he had to let go for her to do her thing.
He stepped back in dismay as the angel touched the corpse's hand and made a disgusted frown, yet when the corpse came back to live, Larry's jaw could have dropped to the ground. "What..... what?!" he yelled in confusion as he was trying to ingest all that had happened. When Keaton got to his feet, Larry shook his head and just couldnt believe it. He went over and wrapped his arms around his brother, sniffling to himself as he just held him close for a bit. He then turned to the angel and smiled with a big grin, "You brought him back...." he then said as he lifted his hand and made a ball, then to reveal a piece of candy that he had made. He offered the candy to the angel.

”Maybe I could, but darkness is not something to play with – a lesson you have yet to learn, clearly,” Dinah said in a calm voice, however a fain smile on her lips as she looked at the siren.

Keaton got to his feet, shaking and shuddering as he felt his rotting insides. It was a miracle that demon’s didn’t decay as fast as humans, else he would have been nothing but bonematter. He soon felt his brother’s embrace, and he wanted to weep and apologize for ever leaving him behind. He knew his brother wasn’t the brigthest, but he had a good heart, and that was all that mattered. ”L-,” Keaton tried saying, but his vocal chords were too rotted to even be able to move. His throat was dry and he felt his bone aching as he moved. He was surprised that Melania even wanted to be near him as the other’s seemed to retract from him because of his deadly scent. A fly landed on his cheek and Keaton made a growl, moving his hand, but ended up hitting himself square in the face. He mumbled something incoherent and shook his head. His hair dusty and spraying a small dust cloud around them.

Dinah chuckled at Larry’s behaviour, taking the piece of candy and courtsied. ”Angel of Death, always at your service,” she said in a sweet innocent voice. She took the candy out of it’s wrapper, being a sucker for anything sweet and made a small sigh of happiness as she bit down on the chewy candy. ”Larry, I dub thee flower creator and candy maker,” she said with a cute smile lingering on her lips before turning her attention to the rotting corpse that was Keaton with a sigh. She couldn’t really heal a body, a soul was no problem, but anything physical they needed another to fix. She looked at the graveyard around them and then at the grave that Mariella had just dug up. A grave couldn’t be empty like that without people askin questions. ”Flower creator, will you help me?” she asked, taking the demon’s hand before her darkness moved from her shadow and moved the empty casket as well as dirt back in place. She looked to Larry with a smile and nodded. ”Make it look nice with all your favourite flowers,” she said with a smile. Distracting the young demon seemed to be easier than explaining too much right now. He didn’t seem dumb, maybe a little slow, but that was to be expected of a race like a blood demon.

Keaton growled, the only thing his rusty vocal chords could muster, as he looked at Melania. He wanted to go back, get healed so that he didn’t have to look like this. It felt humiliating. He just wanted to be able to touch her already, without the risk of his rotting flesh falling off his bones. As the angel with the keys made a door he stood in wonder, his dark brown trying to understand what was going on.

Dinah chuckled as her and Larry finished their business and held his hand as they passed through the door with the others, however she chose to wait until they were the last ones. ”You don’t have to stay with your brother, but for now I think he would like you there – If you ever need to come back here I’ll bring you myself, alright?” she said. Dinah had so many sides to her, she could be cunning and calculated, but deep down she had a need to make everyone around her happy. It was quite ironic for the angel of death, and thereby also sorrow, to want people around her to be happy.

Keaton looked at the room they had been in before their travel to Galvestone. It was weird, finally feeling things around him, like the ground under his feet. Keaton could smell things, but couldn’t really differentiate between what was friend and what was enemy. One thing he did know, as soon as he smelled the blood he lost it, throwing himself at the bottles and pushing Mariella away, however his body was still too weak to do anything but push her away as he hungrily poured the blood down his throat, quickly grabbing the next. As he had finished all bottles he fell to his knees, as his body started healing. It was hurting and he gasped for air as he felt his lungs grow out slowly to their normal size. Slowly his skin got it’s normal color, but he was still as pale as a ghost.