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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]

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[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]

[inenochian]

Tiny? [ she gets a quirk of his mouth as he thinks about it. well yes but you're well-sized to manage in earth's gravity without many adverse effects. ]

Ah!...Do you mean unimportant? [ that's what dean would mean by that, right? ]

There's no such thing. Not for you, all of you, when you exercise your will, you can do the most fantastic things. I watched him paint the Sistine Chapel, you know. You can imagine, can create. Angels...we're only any good at imitation. Watching. Serving, maybe. Even the beasts of Eve are more complete, have more purpose. [ self-deprecation. it's a thing where I'm from. ] Angels...I think we're probably missing the part that parses "choice."

[foodporn]

[smiles while he explains, imagining him aspergering around the renaissance but it eventually evens out into a little frown, a wrinkle creasing at her eyebrows]

Sounds like being an angel...sucks. No offense?

[except for the divine voyeurism and all of that. who would want to live not being able to make choices for themselves?]

[inenochian]

[ mouth quirks higher. ]

None taken, I promise. [ reaches for the hand she sheepishly returned to her lap and lifts it to his shoulder. ]

Just because I'm an angel doesn't mean I'm some ineffable, unknowable thing. I'm still just me.

[foodporn]

[smile returns with a reluctant huff of air, giving his shoulder a squeeze as she scoots a little closer]

So are just you up for a little more just blasphemy?

[like what does that say about her he tells her he's an angel and talks up humanity and she's like let's get naked. she has her priorities straight]

[inenochian]

[ wets his bottom lip, then looks at her squeezey fingers before meeting her eyes. her priorities are normal they are fine and good A+ priorities you got there miss. ]

Well...I suppose I really could use the practice.

[ there are probably other things he ought to go do: deliver the supplies he got for the group, check in with dean about their next stop, heal anyone who got heatstroke or dysentery out there in the desert. but...fun succubus friend. ]

[foodporn]

[fun succubus friend indeed. she's already grinning wide and crossing her arms at the bottom of her shirt to tug it over her head before pushing him back onto the blanket to go for her first dose of angel chi in a good long while]

[inenochian]

[ starts popping the buttons on his shirt through their little threaded holes, flopping back to the pillows as she shoves him down.

cue soundtrack and erotic but vague sex positions montage. ]