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Maybe. Wayward souls have flocked to me since Lucifer left, he must have left a flyer with my phone number on it somewhere. Little imp. [ A fond smile paints his lips rather than the alternative, his face softening considerably. His greatest joy here was reconciling with his brother, it still gives him hope that things can change back home. As does the mark left on his skin from their deal.
At them not having a choice? Yeah, he does not argue. Debating the contrary would be a lie. ] Perhaps a bit of both, I suppose old habits die hard. I feel that if I come across the danger first, maybe I can spare them from it. How very naive for an Archangel, I was never this sentimental back home. I treasure people and things like anyone else would, I just have the ability to protect them.
As for rotten luck.. [ He cuts himself off with a laugh, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. ] I thought that was a given considering my name. Morningstars are notoriously difficult to deal with, as I’m sure you’re well aware. [ A joke. Maybe. His shoulder flexes and with it a wing, though not enough to jar any of the progress going on. ] You know I don’t do well with the cold.
Your kindness is an asset, don’t throw it aside so casually. I’ve told you before that anything spoken between these walls remains here, your secret is safe with me. [ He looks over a shoulder and locks in on him but says nothing more on the matter. Yet again, he knows him better than he knows himself and that’s enough for him. Only one of the people in the room carries the name of Greed. ]
I would ask for the names of the troublesome imps but I have a feeling you’ve already dealt with them sufficiently. [ Likely with a bit more persuasion than he would have used but out of sight, out of mind. Much like his shady dealings if he can’t see it, he doesn’t have to dwell on it. ] Yes, but she lacks her sense of self when she does. I chose Hell as our sparring ground because the collateral damage would be less. I think I’ve seen more battles here than I saw in Heaven, no one would bat an eye at the noise.
[ Unconsciously or otherwise, he leans into the touch like a demanding cat, the wing in question almost seeming to shiver. Plucking feathers is one thing, stroking them in this manner is another. ] Would you be willing to meet her? There is a reason I’m telling you about her. Suffice to say, there isn’t a soul in either realm that I trust more than you. If something ever happens to me.. [ If he returns home. ] Don’t feel obligated, there’s a reason I’m training her.
[ He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t notice the water until it splatters against his face. Michael jerks back like he was just slapped, covers his cheek and twists his torso around slowly to gape at him. Did he really just do that? ]
Sometimes I forget you’re hundreds of years old.
[ Ignore the fact that his eyes are currently flicking to the bucket, to Greed, and then back to the bucket again. It would be immature to retaliate but everything in him wants to reach out, take it, and return fire. It would be the snowball fight all over again, version 2.0. It would also be a poor way to repay his kindness but all’s fair in love and war. ]
[But if he's worried about retaliation? It doesn't show. Instead, the Sin crouches down again. He settles on the back of his heels and as he plants one of his elbows into his knee, he continues his thorough inspection. With two of his knuckles curled into his palm, he follows Michael's wingtips; the graze of him, a hair, an inch, away.]
Luce always did have a soft spot for those that didn't have much to begin with. Wouldn't surprise me if he had a plan in place in case the ones in charge decided to send him back. [Another tuft catches his eye, and the former homunculus runs his thumb down the stem of it. One, snappish turn of his wrist, and he pulls it free.] Though, think you're selling yourself short there, Blue Eyes. The people here - [Languidly, he turns his attention on the feather. He twirls it slowly between his fingers; its spin, punctuated by the soft fltt, fltt, fltt of down.] - well, you've already shown them that not all you righteous types are so high and mighty, hmn?
[No, in his time here, Michael has made it a point to extend his hand. To offer his shoulder, his ear, and all else to everyone and anyone willing to meet him halfway.]
[Greed reaches behind the small of his back to tuck the feather into the lip of his pants.] Yeah I know. You Morningstars are sometimes a whole lot more trouble than you're worth. Can't make anything easy, can you? [The Sin lulls his head back, shutting one of his eyes.] Though maybe next time, try not to get burned, would ya? [Casually, the former homunculus rubs two of his hands together, causing the surface of his 'Shield to clash as lightly skipping rocks. He places one of them where the ice had been moments prior; his warmth less broiling and more similar to the broadside of a simmered-down furnace.]
[The Sin clicks his teeth.] You could say that. Some people still don't know that it's better to take my deal. [And oh, he doesn't miss that. That shiver. That subtle quake of Michael's wing as part of him slowly, slowly, arches into the touch. No matter how many times he sees it, it's something he'll never quite get enough of. Of the Archangel letting go, of giving in, and if he's lingering a bit longer than he should?]
[Well, he's already said it before, hasn't he? How he's never, truly satisfied.]
[Greed slumps his weight to the side, and his tail licks across the floorboards. The tip of it, however - he could say nothing, and it would still give him all away. How the spines breathe open and clatter together with a hint, an idea, of a rattle.]
["If something ever happens to me .."]
[The former homunculus limply lifts his wrist.] Yeah sure, bring her by. And who said anything about feeling obligated? I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to, Blues. [With all four of his hands flat on his thighs, he gradually pushes himself upright, and the buzz of his tail quiets again, shrill. Resigned. Arguing about it would be moot.]
[So instead, he drops his shoulders, forcing his vest to slip down the curve of his back.] That was your first mistake. [Greed pulls one of his arms out and as the weight of the collar drops, he sinks his claws between the fur.] I might not be as old as you, but that doesn't mean I'm young either. Though, that's interesting. Saying I look good for my age, Feathers? [The forks of his tongue tease behind his teeth, and the Sin tosses the vest onto the counter. He makes his way around the other side of the barstool and as he starts on another wing, he raises one of his fingers towards the ceiling.]
I saw that, y'know. Remember, the cold doesn't bother me as much as it does you. [He catches Michael with his eyes and oh. Oh, does his smile spell nothing but bad, bad, bad.] Sure you wanna try it? I won't go easy on you this time.
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At them not having a choice? Yeah, he does not argue. Debating the contrary would be a lie. ] Perhaps a bit of both, I suppose old habits die hard. I feel that if I come across the danger first, maybe I can spare them from it. How very naive for an Archangel, I was never this sentimental back home. I treasure people and things like anyone else would, I just have the ability to protect them.
As for rotten luck.. [ He cuts himself off with a laugh, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. ] I thought that was a given considering my name. Morningstars are notoriously difficult to deal with, as I’m sure you’re well aware. [ A joke. Maybe. His shoulder flexes and with it a wing, though not enough to jar any of the progress going on. ] You know I don’t do well with the cold.
Your kindness is an asset, don’t throw it aside so casually. I’ve told you before that anything spoken between these walls remains here, your secret is safe with me. [ He looks over a shoulder and locks in on him but says nothing more on the matter. Yet again, he knows him better than he knows himself and that’s enough for him. Only one of the people in the room carries the name of Greed. ]
I would ask for the names of the troublesome imps but I have a feeling you’ve already dealt with them sufficiently. [ Likely with a bit more persuasion than he would have used but out of sight, out of mind. Much like his shady dealings if he can’t see it, he doesn’t have to dwell on it. ] Yes, but she lacks her sense of self when she does. I chose Hell as our sparring ground because the collateral damage would be less. I think I’ve seen more battles here than I saw in Heaven, no one would bat an eye at the noise.
[ Unconsciously or otherwise, he leans into the touch like a demanding cat, the wing in question almost seeming to shiver. Plucking feathers is one thing, stroking them in this manner is another. ] Would you be willing to meet her? There is a reason I’m telling you about her. Suffice to say, there isn’t a soul in either realm that I trust more than you. If something ever happens to me.. [ If he returns home. ] Don’t feel obligated, there’s a reason I’m training her.
[ He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t notice the water until it splatters against his face. Michael jerks back like he was just slapped, covers his cheek and twists his torso around slowly to gape at him. Did he really just do that? ]
Sometimes I forget you’re hundreds of years old.
[ Ignore the fact that his eyes are currently flicking to the bucket, to Greed, and then back to the bucket again. It would be immature to retaliate but everything in him wants to reach out, take it, and return fire. It would be the snowball fight all over again, version 2.0. It would also be a poor way to repay his kindness but all’s fair in love and war. ]
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Luce always did have a soft spot for those that didn't have much to begin with. Wouldn't surprise me if he had a plan in place in case the ones in charge decided to send him back. [Another tuft catches his eye, and the former homunculus runs his thumb down the stem of it. One, snappish turn of his wrist, and he pulls it free.] Though, think you're selling yourself short there, Blue Eyes. The people here - [Languidly, he turns his attention on the feather. He twirls it slowly between his fingers; its spin, punctuated by the soft fltt, fltt, fltt of down.] - well, you've already shown them that not all you righteous types are so high and mighty, hmn?
[No, in his time here, Michael has made it a point to extend his hand. To offer his shoulder, his ear, and all else to everyone and anyone willing to meet him halfway.]
[Greed reaches behind the small of his back to tuck the feather into the lip of his pants.] Yeah I know. You Morningstars are sometimes a whole lot more trouble than you're worth. Can't make anything easy, can you? [The Sin lulls his head back, shutting one of his eyes.] Though maybe next time, try not to get burned, would ya? [Casually, the former homunculus rubs two of his hands together, causing the surface of his 'Shield to clash as lightly skipping rocks. He places one of them where the ice had been moments prior; his warmth less broiling and more similar to the broadside of a simmered-down furnace.]
[The Sin clicks his teeth.] You could say that. Some people still don't know that it's better to take my deal. [And oh, he doesn't miss that. That shiver. That subtle quake of Michael's wing as part of him slowly, slowly, arches into the touch. No matter how many times he sees it, it's something he'll never quite get enough of. Of the Archangel letting go, of giving in, and if he's lingering a bit longer than he should?]
[Well, he's already said it before, hasn't he? How he's never, truly satisfied.]
[Greed slumps his weight to the side, and his tail licks across the floorboards. The tip of it, however - he could say nothing, and it would still give him all away. How the spines breathe open and clatter together with a hint, an idea, of a rattle.]
["If something ever happens to me .."]
[The former homunculus limply lifts his wrist.] Yeah sure, bring her by. And who said anything about feeling obligated? I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to, Blues. [With all four of his hands flat on his thighs, he gradually pushes himself upright, and the buzz of his tail quiets again, shrill. Resigned. Arguing about it would be moot.]
[So instead, he drops his shoulders, forcing his vest to slip down the curve of his back.] That was your first mistake. [Greed pulls one of his arms out and as the weight of the collar drops, he sinks his claws between the fur.] I might not be as old as you, but that doesn't mean I'm young either. Though, that's interesting. Saying I look good for my age, Feathers? [The forks of his tongue tease behind his teeth, and the Sin tosses the vest onto the counter. He makes his way around the other side of the barstool and as he starts on another wing, he raises one of his fingers towards the ceiling.]
I saw that, y'know. Remember, the cold doesn't bother me as much as it does you. [He catches Michael with his eyes and oh. Oh, does his smile spell nothing but bad, bad, bad.] Sure you wanna try it? I won't go easy on you this time.