Barakiel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jarredforlife) wrote2014-08-25 09:42 am
jarredforlife) wrote2014-08-25 09:42 am
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Courtinuations
[that was a really bad pun but you get the idea]
Not that high. I was pretty far down the ladder. I wasn't even on the ladder.
A demon. Opposite side of the war. They don't know anything about what happened to me.
[ At that, Cecil's hands on his shoulders tighten their grip, her nails digging into him possessively. She stays quiet for a while, but it's probably pretty clear that wasn't the answer she expected-- or one she likes. ]
I can't heal like this you know...
[j. just saying.]
[j. just saying.]
Am I supposed to care?
[ 'CAUSE SHE SURE DOESN'T SEEM LIKE SHE DOES. ACTUALLY, HURTING HER IDIOT ANGEL SOUNDS A BRILLIANT IDEA, SO SHE'S POSSIBLY DOING THIS ENOUGH TO DRAW SOME BLOOD. ]
[ 'CAUSE SHE SURE DOESN'T SEEM LIKE SHE DOES. ACTUALLY, HURTING HER IDIOT ANGEL SOUNDS A BRILLIANT IDEA, SO SHE'S POSSIBLY DOING THIS ENOUGH TO DRAW SOME BLOOD. ]
[ She doesn't let up, but she does press her mouth against his jaw, almost kissing him, but instead of brushing her lips against his skin, she uses her teeth. She doesn't bite -- yet -- but the threat is obviously there. ]
Have you considered it was your idiotic fraternizing with the enemy that got you killed?
Have you considered it was your idiotic fraternizing with the enemy that got you killed?
It sounds as though you deserved it, anyway.
[ She scrapes her teeth now blatantly against his jaw and throat, dragging her nails down the front of his biceps from his shoulders without ever letting up on the pressure. ]
Did they torture you first, Barakiel? Can angels be tortured?
[ She scrapes her teeth now blatantly against his jaw and throat, dragging her nails down the front of his biceps from his shoulders without ever letting up on the pressure. ]
Did they torture you first, Barakiel? Can angels be tortured?
No, and yes. It was a rush job...trying to get me executed as soon as possible so they could all sweep the whole thing under the rug.
So how do you kill a thing with no will of its own and no body of its own?
It's hard to kill an angel for good, so we created a device to do it for us.
[definitely resisting the truth tea as much as possible, even as he doles out the truth in bits and pieces]
[definitely resisting the truth tea as much as possible, even as he doles out the truth in bits and pieces]
[ Now she bites him, not too unlike she did when she was temporarily turned into a vampire, but there's less tearing and blood-drinking. She bites hard enough to break the skin on his neck just below his ear and practically growls her next command. ]
How does it work and how did it feel when it happened to you? I want the details.
How does it work and how did it feel when it happened to you? I want the details.
Ow...
I don't know how it works exactly. But what it does is...shred the essence of whatever's put into it. Angels have a lot of essence as these things are measured so the process takes quite a while. I wasn't even all the way dead when I came to Court, though I was as good as since the process had already been started on me.
As for what it feels like, it hurts. I can't...describe it in words.
I don't know how it works exactly. But what it does is...shred the essence of whatever's put into it. Angels have a lot of essence as these things are measured so the process takes quite a while. I wasn't even all the way dead when I came to Court, though I was as good as since the process had already been started on me.
As for what it feels like, it hurts. I can't...describe it in words.
Should I play with you until we reach a point where you feel almost like you did when it started? I'm sure that would help me understand.
Or perhaps you'd prefer it if I invited your new demon friend along.
Or perhaps you'd prefer it if I invited your new demon friend along.
I'm pretty sure anything you do to me isn't going to hold up very well to feeling my essence being slowly shredded to bits.
Don't wander off now.
[wandering off to bake him his bread...]
[wandering off to bake him his bread...]
[HOURS LATER
Barakiel is wandering up to the brothel with a cloth-wrapped bundle dangling from one hand.]
Barakiel is wandering up to the brothel with a cloth-wrapped bundle dangling from one hand.]
[tossing the cloth bundle at gian. it's warm and smells of freshly baked bread. the bubble is gone.]
Here you go.
Here you go.
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