What was Hope doing in your dreams?

Location: Nightwell Fortress
Date: 5th of April 2021
Time: Afternoon
Weather: Slightly warm. The sun has been shining most of the day.
Outfit: Link
Topic for: @James
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It had been a few days since everything went down it Eden. A week. Eos still had no idea how to even begin to deal with how she felt about it. Grief and loss wasn't a thing Eos knew much about, she understood what missing people was like and she had gotten quite good at dealing with that. But this was different, this was on her. Eos had been the one to make the demons angry, when they had attacked it was because an angel had provoked them - Eos had started this. Now that she found out who had the hold of Uriel. At least that was what Erin had told her who had heard it from Benjamin.. who had heard it from someone else - it was a long story and she couldn't trust the rumors completely. She didn't want to risk losing any family, so of course she had made it to the location of where she knew she would find someone with answers. She had heard one name, or two, but if she remembered correctly Michael and Remiel had before told her not to seek out Rebekah Sinclair on her own.. so she didn't. She had found her husband. Eos knew her angelic aura was strong, stronger than most angels, and even if being out of Hell had made her regain some of the more positive energy - she still owned a bit too much of dark energies from staying down there for so long.

She had some angels watching the area to let her know when the witch wasn't home. Eos had after that entered the fortress, all that magical energy. It was odd, she would have sworn that no one uninvited could in - but maybe the witch just favored the archangels. After all she had heard that Uriel was locked up somewhere here. "Where is my brother?" She turned around to look at the demon before he could sneak up on her or even say a thing. It was possible Eos was just the one to detect demons the fastes of her siblings. But she had also dealt with them more and longer than even Michael - even if he came very close.

Outfit: Grey pants, white shirt, black jacket.

Ice cubes swirled around in the half-filled whiskey glass as James sat by himself in a big red armchair in front of the fireplace. He was enjoying his time alone for once. His head hadn’t gotten much time off, wandering from one ballerina to another, correcting choreography, practicing, and dealing with his wife. Yes, he loved his wife. Sweet, gentle, and understanding. Feisty, reckless, and challenging. The best mixture of a person he had ever met. Yes, James was ‘young’ compared to her, but he had been in so many minds, having memories that wasn’t even his own; and it made him feel just about as wise as her.
That was also the reason why, that when he felt the overpowering presence of a created angel, he wasn’t busy with handling her. No, he was patient. Like a lion, hiding patiently for the right time to reveal itself, so it could get the prey, just as it wished. The difference was, this lion, James, never made a mistake that couldn’t be changed in some way, playing his mind games. It was only with his dear wife that he had to step carefully. He couldn’t penetrate her mind like everyone else. Of course, it was always the most fun, if he could talk her way out of trouble than playing his dirty cards. Changing. Removing. Adding. Whatever he felt was necessary.
Calmly he reached over to grab the flask of whiskey to fill another glass, one for his guest of course. He sighed before he got up, and a glass in each hand, he approached her. Slowly, patiently and non-threatening. He wasn’t going to try to fight an archangel, and definitely not while he wore a suit. She he could always buy a new one, with the blink of an eye, but every suit carried memories and it would certainly contain more after tonight.

Suddenly the blonde turned around, as she spotted him. He didn’t stop himself, but continued to slowly walk closer, with a glass in each hand, unless it seemed like she wanted a fight. “Which one of them?” he asked tilting his head slightly, stretching one arm towards her, as an invite to drink with him. He searched her mind. She seemed to be blaming herself for something. Well he understood why. Her mind was gigantic, which made him stay in the surface. He didn’t need to dig deep into her memories for this conversation, at least not yet. She had many ‘brothers’, many of them that James had been pissing off once in a while; but of course, they didn’t know. They had forgotten the face and name of James.

He walked closer, stupid move, and hadn't it been for the fact she was convinced that Uriel was in his possession - she would have acted differently. Eos was known to be reckless when it came to handling demons and to stop at nothing, but there was and always only had been one thing that could stop her. Her siblings. They were after all the only people she had in her life. Most of her mind filled with darkness, screams and terror from what she had seen in Hell. All the fights having to keep the tormented soul inside the gates of Hell. Death, darkness and horror - then the overwhelming sadness she couldn't befind to place. Eos frowned a bit as he held a drink out to her, and she grabbed the glass. He was so close, and if anything she longed to just let the holy light burn the living crap out of him - but she had to wait. Oh, Remiel was going to loose his shit when he found out she had went here alone. All the had managed to tell him was she had a lead in this cursed country, but she hadn't really waited for him. He did have a lot going on, so did Michael. Eos had thought about asking Alessio, she knew he was in Gaia as well. Most of her siblings in one forsaken region, it seemed too good to be true. "Uriel -" she replied keeping her eyes at him with a deadpan expression, which made her appear rather cold.

"You know, I would love to light things a little bit up - if you have trouble remembering," she then added with a wry smile. Even if she wanted to just toast him into pieces off dust, she had no idea what kind of traps that were in this place. After all, Rebekah was taught by Lilith - or at least when she was young, she remembered Lilith once telling her this. And Eos knew Lilith was never up to anything good, so she assumed that the student might have surpassed the master.

She accepted the drink. That was a good first sign. He smiled lightly lifting his glass for a cheer, before he took a sip. Uriel. The name reminded him of something. It had been quite a while since he had heard that name. He was quite sure that his wife had a heart that belong to this angel’s sibling. But as James recalled it, James had wiped most of Uriel’s brain. Uriel’s memories started to appear in James mind. Another great mind.

… If you have trouble remembering. Keywords, dear angel. He tilted his head lightly, as if he was wondering or thinking she was wrong. “I think… That maybe you’ve forgotten something,” he said calmly, manipulating her mind. He just planted a few clear memories of the two of them as siblings. Moment’s of pain and happiness. Sharing whatever had hurt them and whatever had made them feel whole. He planted memories of meaningless fights and discussions, but also comfort. He wanted her to believe that their relationship was very close, that they had been there for each other – even though Eos had been in hell for such a long time. “I don’t know where our brother is,” he said and looked at his glass with a sigh, acting. “We’ve been searching for so long…” he said, acting like he had lost hope for his ‘brother’ Uriel.

"What could I possibly have forgotten?" She replied, feeling her head starting to ache. She made her hand move up to her head feeling oddly lightheaded, what was going on. Eos took a step back. She blinked a little feeling how her head tensed up, for a moment like her brain was about to explode. Her mind naturally tried to fight what was attacking, but she was prepared, far from and being here somewhat weakened her. She could feel her power being drain and she blamed the witch who lived here. Eos almost lost her balance as the black spots blocked her vision and she shook her head a little bit. I don’t know where our brother is, Eos ran her hand through her hair and sighed a bit. "My apologies, I felt a bit lightheaded for a second there," she frowned a bit still feeling a bit odd, but she pushed that feeling away and took a mouthful of the drink he had given her. "I just don't understand, why no one ever comes to me for help. He has been gone for so long, and I first hear about this not long ago - why am I always the last one," she mumbled to herself before she chose to down the drink. "I need more of this," she mumbled a bit to herself before stepping further into the giant living room. Most of her siblings were known, written about and there were stories - nothing about Eos, only smaller mentions off Dawn - but no one knew it was her. Eos sat down in the nearest couch and crossed one leg over the other.

James held his concentration on Eos, not wanting to fail this. He knew that if he failed to this angel, he may or may not be able to walk for a while. So, it was important to succeed. She seemed to lose her balance, which indicated that he had planted what he wanted successfully. She was a strong woman. She confirmed that she had been feeling lightheaded for a moment and for a moment he wondered if he had to ask if she was feeling alright, but it may or may not trigger something.
She mumbled to herself which made James raise and eyebrow. It clearly wasn’t the first time that Eos had been the last of the siblings to know something. She had been the last to know a lot of things and she didn’t like it. He understood, it wasn’t that nice to know that people didn’t think that much of one, so they didn’t share the information with you.
She downed her drink and requested more. “It’s in the living room,” he informed, even though it seemed like she already knew where the bottle was – though, she sat down in the nearest couch. James went for the flask of whiskey before he walked back to Eos, ready to serve her some more, unless she of course wanted the whole bottle for herself. He could always find another. If he was allowed to pour, he would, before he would put away the flask. No matter what, as soon as he didn’t have the bottle in his hands he would sit down on an armchair across from her. “I’m glad that you managed to get here,” he said with a slight smirk on his lips. As any incubus, his eyes had to wander and inspect – discreetly.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" She yelled throwing her glass in his face, walking with very direct moves towards him, making sure to use her left foot as she swept him off his feet. Eos was not having it. Not anymore. Both drunk and slightly dizzy, and being as adaptable as she now was. She found herself rather quick on her feet even in her drunken state. Burning with rage of the demon underneath her as she placed her leg on top of his chest, looking down at him, lifting her right brow a little bit. She didn't take him for much. Yes, the first attack had been without her guards up, but now that she was aware that he was trying to play with her mind, her mental strength made it that more difficult to have his powers working over longer time. Also, she assumed her long life experience in Hell gave him a bit of a headache, seeing it didn't seem like he dared touch much of her past, which lead to plot holes - yeah. The last few days had mostly been about her forgetting that she was mad at him, but she always ended up recalling it. And there was almost no vases left, mirrors were broken and paintings beginning fall down from the wall. Eos put more pressure on the foot on his chest, not even minding breaking bones - or kill the guy. But she needed to know where Uriel's heart was, and if Rebekah wasn't coming home, it left it with one person who might have an idea where it was. And since there was a barricade on the mansion making her unable to just leave, she might as well just push the demon a little around. "You were saying?"

It was almost like every other day by now. Eos figured out that something wasn’t right, threw James a little around, broke some things and eventually James caught onto her mind or something which made her calm down. So when the glass was thrown across the room and into his face he grunted a little by the surprise and put his hand to his face were a small cut had been made above his eyebrow. Before he got to argue with her about throwing stuff around like a baby, she swept him off of his feet making him fall directly onto his back which emptied his lungs a bit, making him gasp a little for air. She definitely didn’t make it easier to regain his breath by placing her foot on top of his chest. He breathed out a little heavily and looked up at her. “Eos…” he mumbled a little as he felt she pressed onto his chest, almost testing how much pressure his ribs could take. Her angry voice was directed to him, and he raised a brow, giving her a slight chuckle. She really knew how to fight against his powers. “Another glass?” he asked quite out of breath and patting her foot, feeling how a rib started to splint a little. It hadn’t even been what he had said. To be fair, he hadn’t said a thing, he had just been looking at one of the painting which had been ruined last time she got through his powers.

Eos hissed at him like a wild animal as he dared speak her name, as if he had the rights to even speak to her. She was sick and tired of his mind tricks. She wasn't scared of crushing him, she really wasn't and the only thing stopping her was the fact that she knew Rebekah had Uriel's heart. The years in Hell and being the one fighting through people like Lilith and Lucifer's mental strains of powers, it did leave you with a better resistance to other people's powers. And her brain was on fire to fight whatever influence he tried to regain over her. In the end it just pissed her more and more off. One thing that was learned from this was that Eos was a terrible aggressive drunk, and she was thankful for the training she had had over the years, because no way she other wise would have been able to fight his powers the way she was. He mentioned another drink was like a restart point for her, which made her groan a bit taking her foot off him and take a small step back. "Just one," she mumbled and narrowed her eyes a little bit making sure to keep her distance from him, his powers not having reached her yet - but right now, she was behaving. A little bit. Just a little bit.