Bruised and Bloody

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

*After a nice bout of beating the shit out of each other training, Crowley and Sariel enter the bar, carrying each other. Crowley's shoulder and wing and bleeding, as is Sariel's neck and wing*

*As they pass by the bar*

A bottle of Atlantean please.

*she looks at Crowley*

Better make that two.

*The bottles appear. She grabs them with her free hand and they sit at the table*

Your not a bad fighter Demon. Though you do fight dirty.

*she inspects her legs to see how they are healing. She winces when she touches them*

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[misuseofmuggles.livejournal.com]

*Arthur, bored of sitting at the bar, worrying over the fact that Molly will probably murder him when he gets home, and rather drunk at this point, wanders over*

I say, you two look rather worse for wear. *takes a sip of his whiskey and looks interestedly at their drink of choice* Is that Atlantean? Very nice stuff, had some once when this nice fellow and I, ah...*mumblesstagedaraidonthebarmumbles*.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

Well we were just practicing.

[misuseofmuggles.livejournal.com]

Just practicing, eh? *he blinks* Well, ah.

Wouldn't want to see what you'd do to each other if you weren't.

*Stares into his almost empty glass, at a loss as to what to say next.*

You have wings, *he blinks again* have you noticed? I've never met anyone with wings.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

We both do. S

*he indicates Crowley and his blackwings*

[misuseofmuggles.livejournal.com]

*he nods and considers this*

Don't they get in the way? I imagine it would be difficult to walk through a door or get in a car with bloody great wings sticking out your back. Are you a bird? You really don't look much like any of the birds I've ever seen.

[ooc: Soo drunk... I think perhaps he'll go home and pass out soon.]

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

No, my wings are not always here. I can make them not be visable if I want. It's just that I am tryign to heal them, and it is faster if they are out.

[aj_crawley]

*squints at Arthur, trying to focus through the haze of pain*

Remember you. You passed out. Had to replace your liver.

*scowls*

'Could've gotten in trouble for that.

[aj_crawley]

'Course I fight dirty. Demon, aren't I?

*takes a long swig of the Atlantean, relaxing a bit as it dulls the agony in his shoulder and wing. His eyes widen as he realises something*

Bollocks. Bleeding in th' bar again. Back in a sec.

*he gets up and walks (very unsteadily) to the bar, and returns with a roll of gauze bandage*

Would you?

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

No problem

*she takes the gauze*

So what is your name by the way?

*she starts wrapping up his shoulder*

[aj_crawley]

Crowley.

You?

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

Sariel. Archangel.

*She wraps up his wing*

Just so you know, in about two minutes your wing is going to feel like it's on fire.

[aj_crawley]

I know. Had holy wounds before. The hell do you think the rest of the holes in my wings are from? Not healing. 'S why I can't fly.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

No, it's not that, it's just that, well remember when I wiped some of my blood in your eyes?

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[occ: the...black...wings...hard...to..tell...who's...who...*headdesk*]

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: mine is purple and says "Sariel in the corner. Not to mention they go seperate directions ;)]

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I know! But-*wails* they are similar enough for my mind to hurt]

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: hows that?]

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[ooc: My mind is sometimes very simple- dark wings flicking from side to side as I scroll down will confuse me as I forget which side belongs to which (Fallen) Angel.]

[aj_crawley]

*arriving back from his brief confrontation with Lucifer, Crowley collapses into a chair, hiding his head in trembling hands*

'Skandra.

Wh-

I...

You...

*he cannot even find the words*

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

*she sinks down at his feet, and locks her arms round his knees, and cries.*

Crowley?
What happened?
I, I remember, Hektor's sword, Odysseus --

Him.

Fires. He said. For me.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

*Sariel is behind Kassandra, she just looks down at her rather sad, she mouths to Crolwey "should I get her somehting?"*

[aj_crawley]

*shakes his head, a silent 'no'*

[aj_crawley]

Fuck that.

This is your afterlife, 'Skandra, and I don't see any fires here.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Crowley, what did I --

tell me I...

*she looks up, past sobbing, too exhausted for any of it; she sees a strange angel again, but doesn't tally it with what she knows of the bar.*

...Did I?

[aj_crawley]

*lays a hand on her head and speaks, weary*

Did you what, 'Skandra? I am in no way capable of reading bloody minds right at this moment.