Take me by the tongue And I'll know you
Characters: godofcologne and expunger (this'll end well)
When: Backdate to...Friday, Nov 11 or something
Where: A dilapidated building near here
Rating: PG-13 for humour, innuendo, and suggestive behaviors, aka PG-13 for Thomas. Also PG-13 for violence and angel-crazy, aka PG-13 for Raphael. Rating subject to change.
Summary: Who cares how Raphael got trapped in a ring of holy fire? All that matters is she is and the worst person in the world to find her did.
He'd been scouring the markets for supplies to rebuild his weapons cache until the sun started to dip low in the sky, and when Thomas noticed, he'd headed back to the halfway house, cutting through a couple of the buildings he'd known were empty to save time. This time, however, in one of the empty warehouses, he'd noticed something... off. Something different that made his senses itch. Flickering shadows, wavering light were there should have been none. So he explored the building, one hand on the cavalry saber at his hip, the other holding the rusted and pitted falcata he'd found at his back.
When he found the ring of fire, he stopped short. He stared for a few moments, then leaned against the threshold. "Now this is something I don't see every day."
When: Backdate to...Friday, Nov 11 or something
Where: A dilapidated building near here
Rating: PG-13 for humour, innuendo, and suggestive behaviors, aka PG-13 for Thomas. Also PG-13 for violence and angel-crazy, aka PG-13 for Raphael. Rating subject to change.
Summary: Who cares how Raphael got trapped in a ring of holy fire? All that matters is she is and the worst person in the world to find her did.
He'd been scouring the markets for supplies to rebuild his weapons cache until the sun started to dip low in the sky, and when Thomas noticed, he'd headed back to the halfway house, cutting through a couple of the buildings he'd known were empty to save time. This time, however, in one of the empty warehouses, he'd noticed something... off. Something different that made his senses itch. Flickering shadows, wavering light were there should have been none. So he explored the building, one hand on the cavalry saber at his hip, the other holding the rusted and pitted falcata he'd found at his back.
When he found the ring of fire, he stopped short. He stared for a few moments, then leaned against the threshold. "Now this is something I don't see every day."