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Who: "Lily Gardener," the once and soon to be again Lilith
Where: The School (10/24-25), Outside The Diner(10/26-10/27), Around Storybrooke (10/27-10/28).
When: 10/24-10/28
Rating: R
Summary: Lily Gardener's life may not be completely perfect, but it's the only life she knows. Or is it?
Notes: Let me know if you want a private scene and another location. I am flexible.
The Story:

OCTOBER 24th-25th: The School

After the last of the students had been collected, Lilith retreated to the playground, choosing to occupy one of the picnic tables as she reviewed her lesson plan for the next week. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, allowing her to lean closer to the papers without her vision being blocked. It was a chilly day, requiring her to wear a jacket, the northern winds harsh against the setting sun.

Everything seemed such a routine. She only had a few hours to finish this before having to go home and relieve the babysitter. Her daughter was waiting and she wanted to spend time with her. How much easier would it be if she had someone else in her life? Someone to help her shoulder the load of life, mortgage and family?

Her life was good enough, at least. It wasn't the happy ending she had wanted or hope for, but what could she do? She still loved a man that toyed with her, cheated on her and dumped her. No one else being able to compare to the one figure that dominated her life. But how long could she allow herself to brood over this or deny the fact that she wasn't happy with her situation? What could she even do to change her life?

OCTOBER 26th-27th: Outside the Diner

She had promised her daughter an ice cream sundae, wanting to give her a treat after such a long week. Between her own frustrations and the awkward meetings with some of her exes, Lily was eager to spend time with her family and to remind herself why she needed to make a better life. Maybe in a place away from Luke Shurley and his influence. Just a town to start again in.

Lily smiled at Eve, showing her to a small booth for them to sit at. After ordering the treat and a coffee for herself. She listened to the chatter that all children provide when excited for their day. Eve was beautiful, her perfect gift. Didn't she deserve a better place than Storybrooke and a father that could love her, even if she wasn't his?

OCTOBER 28th: The streets of Storybrooke

It was all a lie. At least to an extent. These memories in her head, this other life that she could remember, they all perfectly synchronized in her head. The problems of Storybrooke and the demon Lilith were parallel. Didn't she also pine after the approval and affection of a man that had shown to have little regard for her?

Not everything was lost and this brought a great deal of clarity into her life. It may have left her feeling awkward and strange around certain other figures, but she knew now what she needed to do. What path she wanted to take.

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This was outside of her realm of normalcy. Her attraction had always centered on a different brother, Luke. Most of her life had been focused on him, allowing him to jerk her around, cheat on her, and so much else. That was all she had known since the pair had met in high school and she thought that was how it was going to be for the rest of her life. Loving Luke and never being able to have him.

But now, here she was, sitting at the diner with his brother, Gale. The boy that she had never noticed till now or had thought about in that way. Until now...

He was handsome, she realized, and soft...in a way that she recognized and felt she was similar to. They both had hard lives, children without parents. They were alike, something she appreciated.

Being on a date with him was something she never believe would happen, but somehow, it felt right.

"You look nice," she offered shyly, taking a sip of her second glass of wine. Her nerves finally disappearing.

Gale wasn't at all sure what had come over him the last few days. He'd always pined over Lily, certainly, but his focus on her lately had become razor sharp - with all of the strange things happening to him, she seemed to be someone he could think about without his head throbbing. It had only been natural to ask her to dinner, even if it had come out exceedingly awkwardly.

And now -- she was giving him the attention he'd always wanted from her, it seemed, and the dull headache that had been threatening to overtake him all day was being replaced with a sense of warmth. Whether it was from the wine or from the company, he couldn't say.

"And you look as lovely as you always do." He reached his hand across the table to take hers gently, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand. "I hope I'm being tolerable company. I don't have all that much experience with -- dating."

She felt her heart flutter as he took her hand. It was absurd how deeply she wanted him, to be with him and to have him. Her fingers caressed his in return, her smile warm and affection. They had known each other for so long and had been friends, but apparently it was more on his end. She never saw him before, not like she was seeing him now. A handsome, caring man. He made mistakes, but then they both had.

"You're more than tolerable. I am having a wonderful time." It was amazing how much she enjoyed being here. He wasn't Luke, but being across from this good man made her realize that it was preferable. She had obsessed over Luke's love for too long. She wanted to find her own happiness.

"I'm not the best at dating either, but it's not like we have to be anything other than ourselves. I already know your secrets and you know mine. And strangely, you wanted me despite it."

Edited 2014-10-25 19:47 (UTC)

He can't remember the last time he was this happy, and that should concern him -- but it doesn't, not with Lily finally across from him and speaking to him like she'd actually noticed him. He chuckles, ducking his head for a moment before meeting her eyes again.

"I don't think I've got a lot of room to judge someone on the things that they've done in the past. We all make the decisions we do for a reason, one that seems good at the time." Sometimes it doesn't end up the way you were hoping, that's all.

"Fortunately for you, you're naturally charming." They had more in common than he'd dared to believe. They both had children, even if his was much older, and they'd both known different sorts of pain at the hands of Luke. He loved his brother still, but things had been -- awkward with him for some time.

"As are you." She brings up his fingers, kissing them lightly. It was moving fast, even for her, but they knew each other for so long and he knew her real personality. He wouldn't think badly of her for these gestures. They were natural and she needed this open affection. She was starved for it.

"What took you so long?" Lily asked breathlessly, just wanting to bask in all of this. In the emotion she had and the level of desire she felt. But she knew the answer. She had been hung up on Luke for too long.

Gale showed her another life. A life she needed to be at peace.

"Would you think less of me if I offered for us to go back to my place?"

"I didn't think --" what, that he was worth it? That she'd ever be interested? Something like that. He just leaves his sentence hanging there, at that.

The fact that she's moving fast barely phases him. In some ways, he's grateful that she's making the first move: if he was the one suggesting she come back to his place, he'd have to figure out the logistics of making sure both his college-aged son and his brother were not home -- or risk terrible awkwardness. It wasn't something that he wanted to think about right now.

Actually, he doesn't want to think about anything right now except the way that her lips felt against his fingers - what they might feel like brushing against other parts of his body. He finishes the rest of the wine he has in his glass and glances at the meal they're nearly done.

"As long as you won't think me old-fashioned for wanting to take care of the bill myself."

She nods in understanding. If you spent your life believing that your past mistakes made you unworthy of happiness, then you were less likely to believe you had a chance at achieving it. In a way, it was deeply flattering. He thought so well of her, something no one had done before. It moved her.

"Eve is staying with her babysitter." She added, meeting his eyes hesitantly, still a bit shy about losing his respect. She knew deep down he wouldn't think less of her for any of this, but considering how little Luke thought of her, he could have said things that would be taken wrong.

Lily grinned, blushing. "I wouldn't think you old fashioned. I'd actually think you were a gentleman." It was a legitimate date and he was making her feel more and more happy.

She finishes her wine as well. Her head is swimming, but she is certain this is what she wants. That he is what she wants. "This means at least that you don't have to leave early or sneak away in the middle of the night."

Well, that made things considerably easier for him to figure out. She definitely is inviting him back to her place for the things he is already imagining in his mind, and he is not in fact as out of line as he's been concerned he might be for assuming as much. He smiles, feeling as if the action is near-foreign to him, and moves to flag down the waiter so that he can pay the bill.

After so long pining after this woman, he really is trying to impress her...and it seems to be working.

At her comment about not having to sneak out in the middle of the night, he attempts to think of something smooth and comes up only with, "That is probably best - I'm a very heavy sleeper." Just what a woman wants to hear, right?

He's not alone in imagining these things. Since he walked in, looking incredible in his nice clothes, she was curious just how well he'd look naked, against her sheets. She blushed as the thought crossed her head again, her smile bashful but wide. She wasn't normally this fast, but somehow, with him, it felt natural. They waited so long and she was ready to move forward.

His comment makes her laugh. "I'm glad to hear that." Lily managed, brushing some of her hair back from her face. "Just so long as you don't snore. I'd have to kick you." He doesn't need to be smooth, just himself.

There's no easy way to say he has no idea if he snores or not, because the few people he'd found himself in bed with in the last twenty or so years had certainly not stuck around terribly long. Instead, he simply ducks his head and deposits the money from his wallet onto the bill slip, pushing himself to his feet soon after and moving to pull out her chair so she can exit the table.

"Ah. If I wake suddenly in the middle of the night with a pain in my shin, we will both know the answer to that."

She beams at the gentlemanly gesture, getting to her feet and pulling at the hem of her white dress. This small modesty strange against what they were discussing, but it was a subconscious gesture. Her hand found his, linking their fingers together.

It was so surreal, knowing what they were intending to do and being so casual about it. But there was so much meaning behind it all, for him and for her. She didn't want any of it to end.

"Daniel won't miss you tonight?" Lily asked him, not bothering to ask about his brothers. Somehow, they didn't cross her mind.

The mention of Daniel makes him shift uncomfortably, his fingers tightening minutely around hers for a moment before he lets out a deep, breathing sigh. "I do not think so. He and I still do not know each other well enough for such things."

He should probably at least text his brother or son about the possibility of him not being home, but somehow it is not something he considers seriously. Too long lingering on Daniel only made the pit of his stomach tighten.

He walks them to his car, keeping his step intentionally leisurely. No need for her to think he's too over-anxious.

She looks at him in concern, not wanting to say the wrong thing to make him feel anxious or upset. They were both parents and had to consider their children in so many of their decisions.

"It's good though that he is here with you." She offered, not sure if this was crossing a line. But she wanted to assure him, to let him know she thought he was doing his best.

"And I am glad to be here with you as well." Lily said, stopping in front of the car. Standing on her tip toes, she leans up and places a kiss on his lips, wanting to give him something to make him smile again.

Gale pushes any thoughts of his son out of his mind when her lips press against him, even if it is soft and gentle. He lets himself lean down against the warmth of her mouth for a moment and then draws back, not wanting to let things get too heated in the middle of the parking lot.

He moves to her side to open the door and smiles, getting into his seat.

"You'll have to give me directions." Because admitting he knew where she lived would be creepy, right?

Right.

She felt a strange shiver run up her spine as they kissed, a hidden sense of power between them. And deep down, she could swear she felt a moment of fear, worried about being so vulnerable in his hands. But it was gone the second he kissed her back, diving deeply into his affection and the feelings she had wanted from such a good man.

Sliding into the car, Lilith nods. "Just down main street and then take a right at the school. I'm at the end of the block. It's the blue house with the climbing roses."

She doesn't question his needing directions. It's not as though Luke would ever point her out.

The odd sensation of their kiss is also not lost on Gale, but he dismisses it easily enough. It's been so long since he's had any sort of physical contact like that, maybe he's just -- not used to it, now.

He turns the car down the main street, casting a brief glance over to her.

"Roses. You know, I had never thought about it -- but the apartment could probably use a little green to it. It makes things feel like home, I think."

"It brightens things." She said. "I could give you some of my seeds." She chuckles, a bit amused by their conversation and its direction after their first kiss.

"I want an apple tree for my yard. I haven't had the chance to plant one yet. Maybe this spring?"

To be honest, talking about something other than the kiss was keeping him calm for the moment. It doesn't take him long to get to the house, and he pulls easily into the drive.

"Something bearing fruit would add some colour," he admits with a nod. Once he gets himself out of the car, he's swift to walk to her side and open the door for her.

She gives him a smile in thanks, pulling out her keys. The windows were dark, showing that Eve hadn't been brought by with the babysitter for anything. There was no one home, as she expected. Sometimes Eve would forget something and be driven over to retrieve it. This was a rare occasion of solitude.

Lily lead him to the door, unlocking it and letting him in. "Forgive the mess." She said breathlessly, placing her purse on the table. Some of Eve's toys were scattered about, along with drawings on the wall. She gave a laugh, knowing he'd understand. His son was older, but messes were their natural state.

Gale lives with his son and his brother -- what amounts to three bachelors in one place makes more mess than her daughter does, although he doesn't say as much out loud. He only replies with a small smile, pausing to examine the drawings.

"Your daughter has some early talent. Is she in lessons?" He doesn't want to press to continue their physical interaction so quickly after coming inside her home - and he isn't altogether sure how to start.

"Only precociousness, never anything formal beyond her imagination." She said, coming behind him to place her hand on his shoulder. She was giving him a physical touch, hoping to calm him and offer him a stepping stone into what would eventually happen. She wanted him to feel at home here.

"She's still in preschool, but she always has a story to tell. These early years strengthen the patience." Lilith said lightly, pulling off her jacket. "Do you want a drink?"

He couldn't help but feel guilty for not being around for Daniel's early years, even if it wasn't at all his fault. He still didn't regret his decision to take the punishment for what she had done, all things considered. A jail was no place for a child.

"I am sure you do well with it. And -- I wouldn't say no to a drink. Anything you have is fine."

She went to the kitchen, reaching into an upper cabinent for a bottle of scotch. She poured them both a glass, handing it to him with a smile. "Come on," she takes hold of his fingers, leading him towards her room. Before he can respond with nerves or fear, she shows him two small chairs in front of a fireplace. Her bed framed behind them, but not dominating the room.

"It's been cold, I was thinking of lighting a fire."

He takes a long sip of the scotch as soon as she passes it to him. It helps calm his nerves, and it gives him the courage to close the gap between the two of them once she leads him to her room.

He places the glass down on the nearest flat surface and brings his lips to hers, a hand coming to brush over her hair.

"It would be warmer under the covers," he suggests gently.

She shivers, glad to see him gain control. Her kiss becomes less chaste at his suggestion, helping to brush her hair from her shoulders.

"Yes," she cups his face in her hands, trailing her lips along his jawline. He was so beautiful. More so than Luke, she realized.

"It will be with the two of us."

Gale's thumb slips across her collarbone, brushing against the skin and sneaking underneath the edge of her shirt as he deepens the kiss. It feels right, and he tries his best to force the image of Lily doing something terrible that he knew she wasn't capable of.

Pressing her back toward the bed helps banish that thought, so he doesn't stop until he hears the telltale soft sound of her legs hitting the edge of the mattress.

She unzips her dress, falling back against the bed, holding tightly to him. There is a moment when she can almost remember doing this with another. With Sam, even though she knows neither were more than just colleagues. She felt fear and hope tainting the sensation. Something denied and horrendous waiting for her.

The image disappeared at the feeling of Gale's body against her. Heat flooding her veins. She kisses him desperately, descending into heady lust and affection.

Her hands snake under his shirt, looking to gaze at the body she had longed to see.

The shirt is easy enough to dispose of, although the buttons cannot be undone quickly enough for Gale's taste. His skin is flushed beneath the simple cotton, a heat that's spreading rapidly down his chest.

There is something about the way that her kiss tastes -- something bitter and sharp, but something that he thinks he would like to taste more of. How strange. His hands find band of her bra, and he pauses.

"-- is this all right?" He has to ask.

She nods eagerly, kissing slowly down his torso. Hot breath ghosting over his skin as she encouraged him. "Yes," Lilith whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She was vulnerable under him, the thought striking her all at once. But there was no reason to be afraid of Gale. Why would he hurt her?

This had been her prompting, her designs and her encouragements. She feels proud, as though a part of her had planned it all along. But why?

There was no malicious undercurrent, even in her subconscious. Only desire now fed.

"Don't be afraid."

He isn't afraid.

Even in the morning, waking up with the distinct thought that something is wrong as he rolls over in the unfamiliar bed and feels a warmth next to him ... he isn't afraid.

When his eyes slide open and they fix on Lilith's nude form underneath the sheets, he doesn't stumble out of the bed -- he tenses for a moment, but the memories from the night before come rushing back to him with a vengeance along with the rest of the memories he's been missing.

...this is going to get awkward.

Edited 2014-10-28 02:53 (UTC)

It isn't the first time she's bedded someone who could kill her. Or rather been on a bed with a man who could kill her. She stirs, her body curling beside another, accepting his warmth. Her arm wraps about him, the sun in her eyes.

For a moment, she forgets everything, believing she is in Hell, approaching the day of death. The light is Lucifer, free and descending to bless her with his love.

But all at once the dream is gone. She is beside a naked angel, one capable of smiting her and she in a vulnerable position. The past days return to her, the feelings, humanity and love. She is speechless.

"Gale?" That she can manage. Though it pains her to even say. The answer will be a disappointment and she knows it. He isn't Gale and she isn't Lily.

Edited 2014-10-28 07:54 (UTC)

Maybe he's the only one who has remembered. It isn't that he believes that angels are more powerful than demons (although perhaps it is, deep down) - it's that he's trying to be optimistic. If he can slip out of her place with the excuse that he has to get to work before she realizes who he is, he can at least save her a little heartbreak.

He manages a weak smile, pushing himself up to a reclining position in the bed.

"Good morning."

Is she the only who remembers, who knows what she is? During the night, in the height of their passions, she could remember items shaking from their shelves, moving on their own. No, they moved due to her telekinesis, unknown and unrealized till now.

She was a demon, not a human. And he was an angel. Her child was not her child, but a wildling that she had designs on corrupting. And his son was the young man he had murdered back home.

Lilith shifts from the bed, standing as she goes to the mirror. It doesn't matter that she is completely nude or that he was acting as though he has no recollection of these events. There is something she wishes to see.

Gazing at her reflection, she watches her eyes, waiting for the telltale sign. A second passes before the white appears, the mark of a demon before her.

He watches her carefully as she moves to the other side of the room. As loathe as he is to admit it, he can feel himself tensing up with nerves as she moves to the mirror -- he's expecting the same thing as she is, he's certain of it.

Those white, white eyes. It isn't something in his body that he can control yet, not at this moment - his hands start to glow unbearably brightly, and stifling them under the sheets does nothing to quell the light.

He knows it will hurt her, if he keeps on like this. No matter what she might be, he also knows he doesn't want that. The glow refuses to die down, and he's running out of time.

He does what any sensible person would do at this point, which is flings himself out of the bed wrapped in the sheets so he can get down the stairs, to put some distance between them while he figures out how to get himself back under control.

She can sense the light, sense the power and the danger descending upon the room. Her instinct is to flee the body, to hide away until he leaves. But he has beaten her to it and darts from the room.

Items begin to shake on the wall, treasured objects flying from the shelf and shattering on the floor. Does it even matter? What she thought she loved is a lie and everything that she cherished was nothing more than an illusion.

But some things she cannot break. A small clay imprint of Eve's hands starts to dart towards the wall. Lilith's hand reaches out, stopping it from its collision course, taking the artwork in her palm. She stares down at her "daughter's" work, tracing over her name and the message, "I love you, mommy."

It's not something that she is used to feeling, but she is unhappy, miserable. This whole life that she loved is not hers and she cannot reclaim it.

Allowing herself the grace to dwell in her misery, she finally stands and pulls on her clothes, moving to the downstairs where Gale--Gadreel had retreated.

"I'm not here to fight," she says, looking at him warily.

By the time she makes her way back down the stairs, he's calmed himself - but there is the imprint of his wings against her walls, ashen and clear as day. He is seated on the floor with his knees to his chest, his chin dropped on top of his knees.

"Nor am I." He doesn't move toward her or away from her, simply tracking her with his eyes for the moment.

She moves closer to him, but keeping a safe distance apart. Her eyes sweep over the imprint of his wings, admitting honestly to herself that it is beautiful. In her hands is Eve's handprint, still cradling it close to herself. The only lifeline to the life that she had known.

"This was not our fault." She told him, assuming he felt shame and revulsion. This at least could be explained to his brothers. None of them had known and he would not have consorted with her otherwise.

Edited 2014-10-29 00:52 (UTC)

"It was -- is -- this place." He remembers that much, now -- that he had been warned about this place meddling in the hearts and minds of its residents.

When he stands, he hovers instead of moving to her side as he would have last night. There is something he feels he should say.

"You would not hurt me even if you did not have this -- other set of memories."

She looks away from him, a knot forming in her stomach as he said this to her. Absolute fear appearing in her eyes as she fought against the entire idea. Demon and lingering humanity battling in her for control.

She couldn't even if she wanted to. But he wouldn't hurt her either. He knew how to touch her in a way she had never been confronted with before. How was it even possible?

"How can you know?" Lilith whispered, clutching the hand print tighter.

"Because I remember that much," he says quietly.

This time he does stand to move a step toward her. His head is starting to ache again, and he isn't entirely certain that it's going to stop.

"I -- should leave. This day will no doubt be a difficult one." And he had to talk to Daniel -- no, Kevin.

She begins to cry, something she hasn't done since that day in the Garden. Lily Gardener had cried and that's probably where this comes from. Tears fall down her face as she realizes that her child will soon be gone.

"Yes," she nods, wiping at her face, not wanting him to think this is because of him. She was mourning the loss of her life.

"You have family to see, to talk to."

Family to lose, he can't help but think.

How cruel this place was to Kevin. Perhaps it was just the way of the prophets to be miserable.

He nods quickly, gathering the sheet around his waist so that he can hurry back to his vehicle. He'll -- have to return them later.

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