milliways_bar | (no subject)

What? I've become attached to my little harem, and I'll not have you caussing their untimely deathss with your whole angelic-beauty thing.

::looks up from feeding Koutali from the jar of cocktail onions::

Harem, sir?

::skritches away another bit of Crowley-skin, but admires Aziraphale too::

...No wonder you keep your dark glasses on when you look at him.

*frowns*

Oh do stop it, both of you. It isn't *funny*, you know.

*smirks*

And yess, yoursself, Door and Tonkss now comprisse my harem. Jusst sso you know. *eg*

I hardly think that's likely, demon. It's the glow that distracts them, really.

Your modessty bringss a tear to my eye, angel.

*mock-wipes eyes*

...

There are no words that I'm allowed to use which describe my reaction to that, Crowley.

Go! Fetch me a drink. And I *may* speak to you again.

Perhaps.

*stands up to go to bar*

Hmm... it'ss getting a bit more crowded. But I really don't feel like giving up thiss sshape jusst yet. Damn.

Unlesss...

*climbs onto table, launches self into the air, flies over to bar*

*tuts*

Show off.

*performs a mid-air somersault*

No, sir.
Why do you not ask Krauleios, there, what the distracting bits are? He is of your own race, and could tell you better than I.

Hate to bursst your bubble, but we're technically not of the ssame race. And bessidess, I'm ussed to thiss form, more or lesss - I don't find it disstracting anymore. But I'd be interessted in knowing what it'ss like for a mortal to ssee for the firsst time.

You ponder that, Kasssandra, whilsst I go get a fressh bottle of abssinthe. Would you like me to get you a glasss whilsst I'm at the bar?

Absinthe?

Abssinthe. *eg*

*I* still find it distracting.

... not in a *bad* way.

*lands neatly*

Right, fressh abssinthe, and a glasss for you, Kasssandra. Did you ssay ssomething angel? Hard to hear from up in the rafterss.

And Kassandra, managed to put wordss around what it'ss like to ssee an angel'ss true form for the firsst time?

Mortal. First time. Looking.

Ah. Sorry. I wasn't... I wasn't really looking... sirs, that bottle of spirits is green!

...looking at the Angel.

::shakes self alert::

He is a beautiful being. You are something more warlike than beautiful, though my eyes ache looking upon you both. The Angel is too unspoiled, and he is very, very white, and you are more... how do I drink this?

Quickly - jusst knock it back. Like thiss.

*doess a shot*

Don't mind the burning - that'll fade.

Now, you were ssaying...?

To me that man seems equal to the gods,
the one who sits opposite you
and closely hears your
sweet voice

and gentle laughter, the very thing
which brings quivering to the heart
in my breast. For, whenever I glance at you,
I cannot even speak;

my tongue is shattered; and a subtle
burning creeps beneath my skin.
I see nothing before my eyes;
my ears buzz;

a cold sweat grips hold of me,
and a trembling shakes my whole body;
I am paler than grass; I seem to have
all but died.

I -- I did not write that. A woman from a far country did. Sappho.

Oh. This green spirit is 'passing strange.

Stop fishing, Crowley.

::giggles:: He's not fishing. He's drinking. I think fish drink, do they not?

Oh, poor angel. Feeling left out?

Kasssandra, I don't think you've buttered up the angel enough.

Just -- just called him equal to the gods. Did. 's not my fault he doesn't listen when a lady of royal house recites. 's in the first line. Silly angel.

::strokes a gleaming, pearl-white flight feather as long as her own body::

...I don't think he can be buttered. 's an Angel.

If I did that to you, your absinthe would catch on fire.

::lets two or three fingers float over a pinion glittering black::

*rolls eyes*

You can touch my featherss, Kasssandra. I haven't breathed fire in at leasst a century.

Er, jusst don't go too near where it joinss the back. That'ss very ssenssitive.