Elaine Belloc -- Elaine Demiurgos - God (yahwehwannabe) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-30 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | elaine belloc, kara zor-el |
Who: Elaine Belloc & OPEN to all those invited. No formal order yet.
What: Girls' Night Out.
When: Evening.
Where: The bar of the Lux.
Rating: TBD (not higher than PG-13).
When all felt all right, Elaine rose from the throne. It wasn’t as dramatic and imposing as the original Yahweh had built, but she needed a compact model to match her oak desk. The Universe (and all its alternatives) was in order, if only imbalanced by the presences of Yahweh, Lucifer and herself living in a close ratio to each others. It was as if the entire Creation had it centre Los Angeles. She felt the change since their arrivals, one by one.
She hummed and drummed her fingers on the table surface. The local powers wouldn’t be too pleased, although her family wouldn’t care about join their petty turf war.
Well, at least not Lucifer or me. She didn’t know her grandparent that well aside of the fact He-She-The gender of the day once tried to kill her then acted as a magnanimous nurturer who had put them into testing over Their own indecision about what to do with Creation. The mood swings, intolerance and the recent plagues did nothing to appeal Elaine’s opinion. Although she didn’t blame Yahweh; she understood perfectly how hard this was and couldn’t say for sure what would happen to her resolve for mercy when she reached her grandparent’s age.
That was why she was making an effort to create a tentative truce between Lucifer and Yahweh tomorrow.
Stop thinking about this, Elaine scolded herself, changing into a black and light purple short dress and stepping out from her room. She placed a ward, written her Name on the frame of the door before heading into the bar of the Lux. The pizza and drinks would be served to the individual preferences of the expected guests.
Of course, she knew well.
There was something else growing in her heart, the novelty was absolutely enchanting. Love, not the love to a relative or to a friend or even the love she had towards all Creation, but a new refreshing and more intimidate love. She felt like a silly schoolgirl, Mona had teased her about this so much. But she longed to sit and talk with girl friends about silly chit chat without involving pantheons or cosmic politics or crisis that would unravel reality.
So she sat on the head of the table and waited, grinning when she noticed that her plastic magenta straw spiralled down and curled into a heart.
It wouldn’t last. It couldn’t last, but until it did she would indulge herself in the infatuation of being in love, she wanted to enjoy it fully. Elaine knew better than to take opportunities like this for granted.