Organic Angel Alexiel (
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poly_chromatic2013-07-06 06:44 pm
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( Alexiel is glaring at her communicator, her eyes glowing malevolently. She is sitting at a bar and a number of empty (and large) cups are scattered in front of her. )
I don't feel anything. ( Drunk or otherwise. No, that's not true, actually. She's still pissed off and the alcohol only splashes against the barrier of her rage. Useless. )
Nothing can make this better. ( She shoves the cups off of the bar and stands up. As the glass shatters on impact, she stands up. Immediately, the room spins and she covers her mouth with her hand, coughing.
So she had been wrong. There is an effect. It's just not the one she wants. )
I don't feel anything. ( Drunk or otherwise. No, that's not true, actually. She's still pissed off and the alcohol only splashes against the barrier of her rage. Useless. )
Nothing can make this better. ( She shoves the cups off of the bar and stands up. As the glass shatters on impact, she stands up. Immediately, the room spins and she covers her mouth with her hand, coughing.
So she had been wrong. There is an effect. It's just not the one she wants. )
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I have been for many lifetimes.
( Pain follows his words and she leans forward, closing her eyes as if he has stabbed her. )
I do not. I have only lied to protect you.
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His fingers curl, grasp silkened. ]
Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh, darling, precious, pet - you're... breaking at seams. Now, sit you well, and pet my hair.
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Straightening, she turns to face him, fingers finding his hair and smoothing over it uncertainly. )
I'm not the one breaking. Look at you.
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That isn't. Can't be -
...yes, he is, in fact, almost purring. Good apocalyptic angel. His eyes blink sleepily, as he leans subtly into the caressing hand. ]
I would have, but you stole the eyes I borrowed.
[ And he never will get that bartender back, either. ]
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Do you miss Katan?
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He'd meant to play nicely, too. ]
Don't. Presume.
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Presume what? That you have a heart?
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That you can speak of whatever pleases you.
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There is no god to prefer you here.
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[ The smile rests; hardens. You can't. ]
No, no, you devil's harlot. I carry Him with me. And doesn't that sting?
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( Can. )
I don't care for him.