[ Neither was he. They'll be rubbish cold at any rate. And he can live without the grease when he's got such good company to take his mind off why he might've needed it in the first place.
He tilts his head to watch as she shimmies out of her jeans and top. Hard not to take a little advantage of a show when he's so close to front row and all. His attention does turn back to the tap to turn off the faucet as a chuckle escapes him. ]
There'd be a lot more amber and myrrh if that were the case. [ He dips his hand in the water again to give it another pass to mix in the oils. ] This is just bits and bobs.
Cleansing, purifying. [ That particular bottle has the label nearly worn down beyond recognition. It's one of John's own blends. Have to get work where he's able and he's no stranger to the odd occult or metaphysical shop with the right person running it. Even his old mate Nomo has been known to get an oil or two from him if he's working at it. ] As for the rest?
[ Who needs greasy potatoes when you've got a magic hot tub to splash around with someone in?
Stripped down to her underwear and bra, she takes a seat next to him and dips her hand into the water, enjoying the heat and the bubbles and the myriad of scents inside. ]
Magical bits and bobs?
[ She cocks a brow at him, reaching out with her free hand to pluck the bottle from him, frowning when she can't actually read whatever the hell the label used to say. ]
Why do I get the feeling you're not just brewing this up for the good smells?
[ Exactly. Good company and a bunch of bubbles. Who could ask for better? ]
Yes, magical bits and bobs.
[ He gives a light chuckle when she frowns at the unintelligible writing on the bottle. It's old, he reuses it when he makes new batches. He's not going to give over on it that easy. ]
I am brewing this up for the good smells and to help you relax. You're too bloody tense, Captain Lance.
That's the way things like that typically work. Like the Sword of Night.
[ Granted, the sword won't kill anyone unless actively put to that use. It'll just make one tell the truth however uncomfortable it might be for all those present. When he croaks one day he thinks he'll leave it to Midnite without telling him what it is.
He keeps a shoulder more in front of Gary so as to shield a little better as they go from room to room. It's easier to do with the other man so close already. Hhis right hand out, he has an incantation or two in mind that might stun it but outside of the protective bindings he already had on it he's not sure what else he's got in his verbal arsenal. His jaw ticks. ]
One thing at a time, squire. We get it contained to one room and then work on all the rest. It took me weeks to get this thing locked down tight before.
oh i think that's putting it mildly. i'm torn somewhere between talking with him or tying him up to use for a feather toy for my hellhound.
did he say that to you? what a tosser.
it'd probably do wonders for his personality if he just got laid. but that's one sacrifice i'm personally not prepared to make.
yeah but there's good bastard angel and then there's the gabriel types. i'll take whoever you're recommending in a heartbeat over the rest of that lot.
i'll remember it the next time i'm in the old town. i'm overdue for a visit.
u got a hellhound? who did you have to make a deal with to get one of those?
and no, not to me. idt we've ever so much as exchanged a how-do-you-do, even when i was still pottering around upstairs. said it to that other angel i mentioned at his execution (which failed, lol).
if ur going 2 b in town, don't hesitate to pop in 4 a visit. i'll keep some of the wards down 2 let u in. just don't touch my records if i've stepped out i just organized them !!!
didn't make a deal but i did give him a good treat. it's amazing what decent treatment will do for them, especially as puppies. he followed me home after that. i'm still working on the housebreaking.
consider yourself lucky. every time he opens his mouth i debate how much i'd rather stand there and listen or top myself for sweet relief.
i'll pop in and bring a good bottle with me on top. we'll make a time of it. you can't go and mention that about the records and not at least leave a couple out to put on. you got any sex pistols in there?
u know, someone else did the same thing. biggest, baddest, hell-y-est hound you'd ever see, and now the things a little soppy. chases squirrels and fetches even. not sure about the housebreaking tho
he rly goes on. u'd think being an angel full of heavenly goodness he'd develop some sense of self-awareness. i know demons less arrogant than that
and yeah more of a ramones fan but i got u covered. plenty of sex pistols, and also the clash if that's ur thing. sts i loved the 70s
a bit of that and the fact that i couldn't cope with the idea of staring at your ugly mug for another second. chances of me topping myself out of some misguided sense of self-preservation go up tenfold when your particular scent of sulfur comes creeping in the door.
Ooh, so you've been keeping tabs? So flattering, Johnny. You know I miss our little games, long time since we had a go-around at Midnite's, long time since you visited.
You know who's also been keeping tabs, though? Little old me.
Still smoking, but no more rock and roll, is it. Pals aren't so fond of you anymore, hm?
as much good as its doing me, yeah. you're losing your touch. low level scheming isn't something i ever took you for, bally. but i've had more important things going on and, uh, bigger things to wrap my hands around.
have you now? figured my ears were burning for a good reason.
tell you what, go ahead and drop in and i'll do a one-man reunion tour, just for you. the closing act is a hot one.
i could tell by the schoolgirl with a crush act you've got going on here. i bet one of those outfits would be a real stunner on you.
Oh? Don't tease now, you know how eager I am for a little reunion. You keep hanging around in that den of yours with your cronies. I've been very left out, you know. Lonely even. So rude to ignore... no invitations when you moved in, either. Tragic really, I have climbed walls. Howled and mourned, Johnny.
how should i know? i even said that he should leave all that alone. i had to pop over and check to make sure the hellhound wasn't going to cause a fuss.
next thing i know there's a bloody fire in my den! of all places!!! not even the bedroom it's like he was just going to sprawl in front of the door. absolutely ruined the mood.
had to explain that it was an accident and barter for a bit all the while he's crying in the corner and being extremely unhelpful. spirit even destroyed what was left of the candle in a fit he was so put out.
come on he was easy on the eyes how was i to know he was daft as a brush???
i met that angel of yours don't try and take the high road with me. not that one could blame you.
not as far as the accidental summons goes and all. but in between all the weeping and the impromptu blood ritual i think it's safe to say he isn't coming back.
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[ Neither was he. They'll be rubbish cold at any rate. And he can live without the grease when he's got such good company to take his mind off why he might've needed it in the first place.
He tilts his head to watch as she shimmies out of her jeans and top. Hard not to take a little advantage of a show when he's so close to front row and all. His attention does turn back to the tap to turn off the faucet as a chuckle escapes him. ]
There'd be a lot more amber and myrrh if that were the case. [ He dips his hand in the water again to give it another pass to mix in the oils. ] This is just bits and bobs.
Cleansing, purifying. [ That particular bottle has the label nearly worn down beyond recognition. It's one of John's own blends. Have to get work where he's able and he's no stranger to the odd occult or metaphysical shop with the right person running it. Even his old mate Nomo has been known to get an oil or two from him if he's working at it. ] As for the rest?
A good magician never reveals his tricks.
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Stripped down to her underwear and bra, she takes a seat next to him and dips her hand into the water, enjoying the heat and the bubbles and the myriad of scents inside. ]
Magical bits and bobs?
[ She cocks a brow at him, reaching out with her free hand to pluck the bottle from him, frowning when she can't actually read whatever the hell the label used to say. ]
Why do I get the feeling you're not just brewing this up for the good smells?
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Yes, magical bits and bobs.
[ He gives a light chuckle when she frowns at the unintelligible writing on the bottle. It's old, he reuses it when he makes new batches. He's not going to give over on it that easy. ]
I am brewing this up for the good smells and to help you relax. You're too bloody tense, Captain Lance.
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Just Sara tonight, okay? Captain Lance needs a night off.
[ She shifts to swing her legs over the other side of the tub, glancing down at the swirl of water curiously before moving to dip her feet in. ]
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That's the way things like that typically work. Like the Sword of Night.
[ Granted, the sword won't kill anyone unless actively put to that use. It'll just make one tell the truth however uncomfortable it might be for all those present. When he croaks one day he thinks he'll leave it to Midnite without telling him what it is.
He keeps a shoulder more in front of Gary so as to shield a little better as they go from room to room. It's easier to do with the other man so close already. Hhis right hand out, he has an incantation or two in mind that might stun it but outside of the protective bindings he already had on it he's not sure what else he's got in his verbal arsenal. His jaw ticks. ]
One thing at a time, squire. We get it contained to one room and then work on all the rest. It took me weeks to get this thing locked down tight before.
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most of the things i deal with on the daily have a high chance of murdering me from the go. i'd like to at least keep my reputation somewhat intact.
it'd be a mistake to go thinking that.
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You see her much?
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not for years. she's still alive it's just
it's not safe for me to be around her for an extended amount of time.
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Not safe? Because of the whole dark magic thing?
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oh i think that's putting it mildly. i'm torn somewhere between talking with him or tying him up to use for a feather toy for my hellhound.
did he say that to you? what a tosser.
it'd probably do wonders for his personality if he just got laid. but that's one sacrifice i'm personally not prepared to make.
yeah but there's good bastard angel and then there's the gabriel types. i'll take whoever you're recommending in a heartbeat over the rest of that lot.
i'll remember it the next time i'm in the old town. i'm overdue for a visit.
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and no, not to me. idt we've ever so much as exchanged a how-do-you-do, even when i was still pottering around upstairs. said it to that other angel i mentioned at his execution (which failed, lol).
if ur going 2 b in town, don't hesitate to pop in 4 a visit. i'll keep some of the wards down 2 let u in. just don't touch my records if i've stepped out i just organized them !!!
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consider yourself lucky. every time he opens his mouth i debate how much i'd rather stand there and listen or top myself for sweet relief.
i'll pop in and bring a good bottle with me on top. we'll make a time of it. you can't go and mention that about the records and not at least leave a couple out to put on. you got any sex pistols in there?
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he rly goes on. u'd think being an angel full of heavenly goodness he'd develop some sense of self-awareness. i know demons less arrogant than that
and yeah more of a ramones fan but i got u covered. plenty of sex pistols, and also the clash if that's ur thing. sts i loved the 70s
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a bit of that and the fact that i couldn't cope with the idea of staring at your ugly mug for another second. chances of me topping myself out of some misguided sense of self-preservation go up tenfold when your particular scent of sulfur comes creeping in the door.
perfect!
You know who's also been keeping tabs, though? Little old me.
Still smoking, but no more rock and roll, is it. Pals aren't so fond of you anymore, hm?
Miss you, terribly.
this is beautiful already
have you now? figured my ears were burning for a good reason.
tell you what, go ahead and drop in and i'll do a one-man reunion tour, just for you. the closing act is a hot one.
i could tell by the schoolgirl with a crush act you've got going on here. i bet one of those outfits would be a real stunner on you.
im dying these two are so good
Your compliments fall on deaf ears, what a cad.
What time should I be over?
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[ Who's easy? Not this goblin. Surely.........! ]
tears of joy here
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how should i know? i even said that he should leave all that alone. i had to pop over and check to make sure the hellhound wasn't going to cause a fuss.
next thing i know there's a bloody fire in my den! of all places!!! not even the bedroom it's like he was just going to sprawl in front of the door. absolutely ruined the mood.
had to explain that it was an accident and barter for a bit all the while he's crying in the corner and being extremely unhelpful. spirit even destroyed what was left of the candle in a fit he was so put out.
come on he was easy on the eyes how was i to know he was daft as a brush???
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[ He says, like a massive hypocrite. ]
no lasting damage i hope? u gonna see the guy again?
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not as far as the accidental summons goes and all. but in between all the weeping and the impromptu blood ritual i think it's safe to say he isn't coming back.
which leaves me in a bad old state to be sure.
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or you could give me your address. i've got a new toy i nicked from some coworkers lets say. i can pop in whenever.
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that work for you? i can be there in a half hour.
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well, i needed dna and the cattle prod provided the cardiac arrest so i could connect with the bloke's soul.
now i've a lead.
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he chose me. i was just looking to sneak past and i needed to bribe him with a treat. next thing i know he's following me home.
pieces are all accounted for. i'm no gary green. my nipples are staying firmly attached.