There was a dampness that filled the air of the bathroom, undoubtedly from the piles of soaking clothing and opened bottles of soaps that now littered the floor. Before Lilith dressed herself, draping her chosen attire on what dry surface she could find, she started to pick up the clothing off of the floor, first piling them into the tub. At least in there, the water had a proper place to go. She dropped item after item down, setting aside Silas’ equipment on a cleared space on the floor carefully. She allowed her mind to drift back to their time in the room, feeling the sensations of both pleasure and excitement flow up her body like a waterfall spilling up in the wrong direction. She smiled softly to herself, then knelt down, taking a moment to really observe the inventions, she was fairly sure he had made himself, in a way she hadn’t bothered to before.
As her hand reached, first, for his circlet, she noted the flawless silver shine to it. She grabbed it gently with two fingers and her thumb, worried she might break it. She felt it bend a little, then paused, staring at it with intent eyes. It felt like it was supposed to bend, and she had seen him move the piece from his neck to the top of his head several times already, giving it new shape each time. She looked over at the door, being sure Silas wasn’t there to see her, then placed the circlet on her own head. She began to full a hum that seemed to press into her skull, and although it was of magical essence and not painful, she quickly removed it, placing it back on the floor with the word, ‘nope,’ replaying over and over. The purple that only graced her eyes with slivers of that cosmic color around her pupils fanned out around more of her eyes, as if the mist had awakened inside of her, but retreated again when she stopped her interaction with it. Lilith recalled the booming voice that felt like her eardrums would burst, and she suspected that circlet was the culprit, and she didn’t want to risk feeling like that again. Why would he even want to talk so loudly?
Her fingers wiggled as she hovered over the next object, a scepter. It was crafted from a dark wood with even darker lines from the tree’s lifetime weaving through the ebony. She gripped it, feeling the same humming of magic as before, though perhaps stronger resting in her hand that on her head as the circlet had. The energy flowed up her arm, giving her a buzzing sensation that made her body feel like she was being powered up by something foreign to her. Again, her eyes began to swirl and spiral with the purple hue of Silas’ essence. It, however, did not affect her vision.The scepter held some weight to it, from the wood to the silver pummel and tarnished silver hawk that looked in flight at the top of it. Lilith swung the weapon forward in a few direction, careful not to hit anything or activate any power from it. It felt nice in her hand, though a bit too large for her smaller grip. Silas did have big hands.
As she thought of his hands, her eyes were drawn to gauntlet on the ground. She swapped out the scepter, grabbing the black on offset-black, metal glove, trimmed with a silver that tied it in with his other tools, finding it far lighter than she had imagined it would be. This object had the largest amount of power to it and Lilith understood clearly now that these things were all made by his hand, and for his hand (literally in this instance). Her fingertips glided along the cold metal, finding the intricate etchings under her touch that caused her skin to tingle and hair to stand up from the coursing power. By this point, the purple in her eyes had not only taken over her entire iris, but also glowed without her knowledge. She felt the urge to slide the gauntlet over her hand, even though she knew it was much too large, it felt more like it was pleading her to wear it. She bit her lip, fighting to set the item down before its desires for her consumed her and overtook her will.
The last thing of Silas’ that she almost missed was a tool belt. She had nearly gathered that up with his old clothing, but there was a heft to it that caused her pause enough to investigate. She snooped through the pouch, finding his weird copper spectacles that she’d seen him wear before. Those were by far the strangest looking things he used. She pulled out the goggles, fiddling with them, noting that they too sported a silver trim. She held them in front of her eyes as she shifted through the tinted lenses that made the world around her light up in several different ways. Lilith’s head flinched backwards at the odd sights she’d never expected to see, and placed them back where she’d gotten them before she found herself with another headache. Her eyes were thankful to only see the world with one view.
With Silas’ belongings all piled up together neatly, Lilith resumed her tidying, putting the colored bottles, less full now, back where she’d found them after replacing the caps. She was relieved to know that after inspecting his things, though without permission, there were not traces of soul-linking magics. She wasn’t sure what she would have done had she discovered all of his items were crafted by using spirits. She never wanted to feel that kind of betrayal from Silas, and luckily, he was genuine, as far as she could tell. Lilith typically had a good intuition when it came to people and their inner thoughts, desires, and the parts they tried to hide from the world. But there was still mystery to him she didn’t understand. What was the astral power that surfaced within him?
Lilith walked to the tub, leaning forward as she reached a hand over the wet clothing. She drew the moisture out of the clothing, turning the floating droplets into icy shards that moved toward her hand, phasing into her palm like they were being absorbed into her body. She took some time with this, the pressure in the room shifting with her own ability as her hair fluttered around her from the invisible essence. The entire room swelled with drops of water, some fat, some small, all freezing into flurries around her that did the same as the previous shards. Feeling more satisfied with the look of the room, Lilith began to undress, undoing the shirt that belonged to the man she was growing quite fond of. With each button she unfastened, she imagined Silas undressing her instead, unable to resist the thoughts that flooded her mind. It was becoming more difficult for her to convince herself that she shouldn’t be with him. But, she still had a mission she needed to complete.
Lilith sighed softly then took Silas worn out shirt off, hanging it on a hook she’d noticed on the wall. She then began to dress herself, first sliding a pair of white, laced panties up her legs, properly covering herself. With a bra to match, she moved her hair to the front, over her left shoulder, and fastened that as well, feeling the support she preferred to have with her larger breasts. In this state, a letter and number on the back of her neck was exposed, reading, ‘L838.’ Most Celestials wore their hair long, intentionally, to cover up their identifications, though those with smaller numbers always seemed more inclined to show off, Lilith thought.
She slid into her slip, ruffled and white, reaching just near the top of her thighs, then went to pulling the starlit, ombré blue-to-purple dress over her curved frame. The dress was form fitting, complimenting her breasts and the hourglass form of her waist and hips. Golden stars hung down from the trim of her dress, reminding her more of Silas’ eyes than her own people. A nearly transparent jacket was the last touch to her outfit, fitted with a small bow in the front, and a much larger and longer one in the back. Her outfit was trimmed in gold, but after playing with all of Silas’ things, she wished it had been silver instead.
Lilith straightened her hair back the way she normally wore it, wishing she had a simple circlet she could wear on her own head. She disliked how heavy and regal looking the normal ones Celestials wore were, and didn’t bother to bring one with her. She glanced back over to Silas’ circlet that lay on the ground, half considering trying it on in front of the mirror, but stopped as she noticed the tall figure that stood in the door-frame. Lilith’s eyes widened.
“O-Oh! Silas..” she said, blushing as he complimented her. She looked down, running a hand through her hair as if to look not phased by his words. “It’s simple Celestial attire.” she said nonchalantly. She didn’t admit that her decision in clothing had been selected with him in mind. And why would she?
Silas wasted no time with his approach, wrapping his arms around her waist. She closed her eyes, letting his warmth rush through her. She wanted to stay like that, but she fought to compose herself. “Let go, you’ll wrinkle the bow.” she said. Lilith wasn’t the type to care about such trivial things in actuality, and it may have been more apparent in the disingenuous way she’d accidentally said it. She didn’t want Silas to move. She didn’t want the world to move either. She wished to stay just the way there were with his skin hugging into her skin covered in fine, nearly invisible silk.
He asked her for some form of clothing, and with some disappointment, Lilith removed herself from his clutches, considering his new build and frame. It was clear why he could no longer wear his own clothes, the pants that nearly touched to floor the previous night were well above his ankles now. It didn’t bode well for the rest of the things he owned. Although she didn’t have a slew of men’s clothing at her disposal, her reach was far, and she could take whatever she needed. Opening a portal to a real where men stood in stature similar to the size Silas was now, and perhaps bigger, Lilith summoned clothing she thought might suit the inventor, leaving behind a handful of Glacien Gems that had fallen out of her hair while she was fixing it. The bed was probably still covered in her tears.
As she offered him the clothing, she genuinely hoped he liked what she’d chosen. She desperately wanted to please him, though she didn’t ask him if he liked it. She watched, unable to pull her eyes away as Silas undressed before her, not bothering to retreat for privacy. She viewed his full form, changed with more muscle and tone. He wasn’t as erect as he had been for her the previous night, but she supposed more effort was needed for such an effect. Male anatomy was strange, but appealing. She caught the smile that shone as he examined himself in the mirror, and she wondered if he would see those stars in his eyes now.
Silas readied himself with his various gadgets and Lilith hid a small smirk as if there was a secret she knew that he didn’t. Well, there was, unless he’d somehow caught her touching his things, but she knew he hadn’t been there. She walked over to the last of his items, lifting his belt and slowly wrapped it around him, just below his waist so that it sat along his hips. She fastened it’s clip, noting that she couldn’t reach the spot that looked the most worn, likely due to his change in size, and looked up at him with an expression that had a glimmer of obedience before she barely bit her lip, stepping back from him.
“There,” she said. “You look ready now.”
He looked at her and exclaimed suddenly about her necklace. Her hand instantly lifted, grabbing onto the soul-trapper charm that dangled at the bottom of the chain she wore around her neck. His next question was packed with more information than she was able to process at once. “Writing? Language that I spoke--? The Soul-Language? There’s nothing on the necklace, Silas...” she told him as she spun it around, looking at the bauble from all sides in case she was wrong. She saw nothing.
Her mind whirled as she tried to remember speaking to Silas in such a way. She only ever talked to the orb he’d made. She looked positively confused as she racked her brain over it. She could not remember the words she spoke to him in the haze of events that night. She didn’t know her very words were the reason he’d gone through such pain and transformation. Silas lifted the chain and she slowly loosened her grip on the charm, though she didn’t release it completely.
He spoke in what sounded like poetry and she strained her eyes to see what she simply could not. “Silas, I don’t understand.” she told him, pulling away from him, though not entirely defensively. She looked more puzzled than anything else.
“Silas… Who- What are you?” she asked as she felt the heavy weight that pulled at her neck become lighter somehow. Did he do that? She looked, being sure he hadn’t removed souls from it, but it was the same as before. She was growing paranoid again. Was she in danger with him? She knew she wasn’t, but her world felt like it was unraveling at a pace she couldn’t handle and she wanted to throw herself down onto the ground to hug her knees, an unusual feeling for her to have when she normally stood so tall and proud. Instead of doing what her mind screamed at her to do, she wrapped her arms around her torso, hugging herself.
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