As a general rule, Lilah’s not interested in little girls. She prefers the maturity and sophistication of older men and women. But when the symbolism is *so* obvious, Lilah can’t resist.
Sunrise, sunset – dawn and eve. Lilah’s the all encompassing night while they’re pale shades of light and dark consorting with each other, trying to brighten their shines. Their weak rays fade as she comes for them, throwing a thick blanket over them and sucking them dry, leaving the two of them high and dry.
