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[ladybirdcrap]

You've made it out of the prairie and underbrush, congratulations! But with the lack of supplies from the journey around Alderwood has left you beat. Your horses hate you, you've got sand up in places where it's not welcome, you're hungry, cranky, and if you've been riding you'll be walking like Dean for a little bit. Lucky enough for you, the next town isn't much of a detour, so you can restock, trade, and try not to burn anything down.

[Mission: Stock up, let the horses rest, treat your cholera, etc]

Comments

[foodporn]

Would have been less disappointing if you weren't a hit and run.

[makes a face at him like she was expecting a big reveal. copped out. follows his line of sight to the bell and reaches over to slap a hand down on it]

[inenochian]

[ jumps a little. ]

[ it. it was loud. ]

That I can explain.

[foodporn]

You don't have to explain yourself. It's not like we were engaged.

[hold that thought. leans over to touch innkeepers arm before he can get a word in edgewise and wrassles a free room out of him. she hasn't paid for anything since she was like..never]

[leans back with a key jangling with a proud smile. gold star 4 her.]

[inenochian]

[ kind of wide-eyes at her room key, but then narrows them in an ah-ha, i've figured you out, you wily woman of wiles. using them for soap and three hots & a cot is pretty mundane, though. why not rob a bank. like me. ]

I mean, about what happened. When I disappeared...and Jimmy was here. [ since it kind of was right after they worked out an arrangement and everything. ] If you want to know.

[foodporn]

You mean the guy you're..borrowing?

[yeah she has literally no idea about any of that other than he had something to do with the weeping angels and jimmy and he are separate people]

[starts up the stairs to find her room]

[inenochian]

[ nods, grateful for her delicacy about it. dean would've said it in a much more colorful and unkind way. ]

[ isn't going to pick up on the need to be invited until they're p much at her door. ]

He consented, I should clarify that.

[foodporn]

Consent is sexy and all that.

[smiles teasingly as they stop in front of the door and she pushes it in, peeling her jacket off after she sets the basket down on a little table. it's not as fancy as alderwood, kind of log cabinesque homey and small to boot but a bed's a bed. turns around to look at him still hanging back there]

This isn't like a vampire thing is it? Do I have to invite you? I formally grant you permission to enter my temporary abode. [with a flourish]

[inenochian]

Vampire, no, I was only [ flaps a hand before stuffing it into his pocket and stepping over the threshold into her ill-begotten abode. ] trying to be mindful. Of your "personal space."

[foodporn]

I don't have personal space.

[really. who do you think you're talking to. crosses the room to close the door behind him, moving a hand over his chest to tug at the coat]

Don't you ever take this off? Make yourself comfortable. And keep talking. I'm curious now.

[inenochian]

[ looks up, startled lemur face. ]

[ but maybe her wily wiles are just that good, because he's unfastening the coat's clasps with both hands before he really thinks about why. ]

I've never found it uncomfortable. [ but it seems to be the thing that u do in bedrooms. remove jackets or coats. throw them onto furniture. ]

What was I saying?

[foodporn]

You were saying you didn't jump on this again the first chance you got because...

[helps him pull it off and does just that. coat meet chair.]

[inenochian]

Because.

[ watches the coat flop onto the chair, like having his armor stripped off. can't help you now buddy. you're on your own. ]

I was sure you'd think, after what happened with the statues and my chanting, and then Jimmy, I was sure you'd think I was--

[foodporn]

A pod person? A demon, or whatever that thing with the nun was? A glitch in the Matrix?

[you can stop me anytime here. pats his chest briefly before retreating to sit on the bed. all that succubusing on an empty stomach makes for a less peppy bo]

Well I don't know what to think about you, but I know you're not bad, whatever you are.

[inenochian]

[ honestly doesn't know about that himself, half the time. ]

[ touches his chest where she patted him and considers, head canted to the side, before locking eyes with her where she's seated. ]

I'll show you. If you can promise not to tell another soul.

[foodporn]

[oo secrets. secret time. pulls her legs up onto the bed to sit crosslegged and claps her hands once excitedly]

Cross my heart and hope to die.

[inenochian]

[ excuses it to himself as it being something required, to make reparations to someone who'd been only kind to him and he then shunned. really, it's just incredibly lonely. he hasn't seen another angel in well over a year, only the ghost of one, and if constantine knows as a potential threat, why not balance that with another ally? ]

[ the flames in the gaslamps flare high and bright for the span of a heartbeat or two, casting the shadows of his wings on the door behind him. ]

[foodporn]

[hands kind of pause mid lowering and she jumps a little at the pyromania tricks, eyes lingering on the shadows with more confusion than awe. i mean, to someone who's coming straight out of what-species-of-fae-are-you land, angel isn't the first winged thing that jumps to mind]

What was that?

[that didn't explain anything. you're lies.]

Oh my god, I know this. You're Bird-Man!

[inenochian]

Wh-what? No. No I'm not an avian-human hybrid, I'm. [ holds his hands up and out, beseeching, like come on you've seen me do the laying of hands and jimmy helped exorcise a demon and i had that embarrassing thousands of years of chastity problem? ]

I'm an angel.

[foodporn]

An angel.

[repeats it in a dry voice, hands dropping to her lap.]

I've seen some things, but I don't know if that's- that's. Kind of hard to believe.

[inenochian]

[ well. she didn't stab him, so that's a plus. ]

You saw the demon. Why is this more difficult to believe?

[ moves closer, planning to sit on the edge of the bed but also observing whether or not she tries to move away. ]

I don't teleport. I fly.

[foodporn]

[she doesn't, but she does look up at him like she has no idea what the fuck to make of him now as he moves closer]

So you're...so we. Wow, that's like, a celebrity sex encounter or something. Is god mad? Is there a god? I totally defiled an angel.

[she's never getting into heaven now]

[inenochian]

[ tries very hard to keep a straight face. normally, that's a non-issue, but she's making him want to laugh very badly. ]

God...isn't very involved in what angels do, these days. So no, I'm certain He isn't mad.

[ very best reassuring tone. ]

[foodporn]

Is that why you're not up there in the clouds strumming at a thing?

[forgot what word harp is. it happens. she banged an angel.]

You didn't get kicked out did you? Sorry, I'm asking a lot of questions. [subtly trying to reach a hand out in the general vicinity of his back like grabbing at air over his shoulder. where's the wing at. there's no wing. the shadow said there was wings.]

[inenochian]

Strumming at what thing? [ she's making about as much sense as dean makes after he's had a lot of sugar. ]

[ turns his head to watch her hand because sorry not sorry you are not being subtle about any of the things, bodacious. ]

I, I'd rather not talk about Heaven, if that's all right. [ triggering me. ] It's very complicated.

[foodporn]

[she's not practiced in the art of subtlety. freezes with an embarrassed smile and her hand in midair like she got caught with it in the cookie jar]

It's complicated for you? Yeah, I'd say it's complicated for me, too. [and all of us down here kickin it wondering if god hates us. curls fingers back and pulls hand into lap again] We must be so tiny to you.

[she hates that feeling. she doesn't stargaze or think about the bigger picture because being made to feel insignificant in some grand scheme is depressing]