Angels and Demons?

Oct 13, 2009 02:30

Who: Castiel and  Baron Byron Balaz
What: A meeting.
When: Night, after the body-swap, October 13th
Where: Wandering the park
Rating: FL, Flirting and LOLZ
Status: Incomplete

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angel_in_beige October 13 2009, 11:49:25 UTC
Castiel cared nothing for appearance but he was glad to be back in Jimmy's body because it also signified the return of his powers ( ... )

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baronbalaz October 13 2009, 12:46:56 UTC
The vampire blinked back.

There was something about the man, Byron finally realized, that reminded him of the Outer Space Being he and D had fought on their way to Krauhausen--as if The Baron tried to cut him he would bleed sunlight. Although his form was human--'enough'-- that other-worldly aura was making him squint slightly in the dark.

"I quite agree." Byron said, standing with a characteristic flourish of his navy brocade cape. Any human who could sense the powers meeting that night would have fled, insane with fear, but both men remained completely in control.

In fact, up close, there was something Noble about the man in beige--he was beautiful--whether it was the work of his powers or not it did not go unnoticed by The Baron. 'Curiouser and curiouser.'"Please, take a seat if you wish." Manners above all else, homicidal father or no, that was how he was raised. "I am Baron Byron Balaz. Although I'm by no means familiar with the town, I haven't seen you out here before." The comment was said with a kind of conversational ( ... )

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angel_in_beige October 13 2009, 20:14:29 UTC
Castiel rarely wished for a seat, his legs never tired, but sometimes he found they could offer a different perspective so he sat ( ... )

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baronbalaz October 15 2009, 05:12:29 UTC
Closer to him, Byron was definitely something about Castiel that screamed divine. The Baron was as curious as he was wary but certainly...interested. Yet another that didn't seem affected or to notice the miasma that clung to him out of the shadows, as if acting as a shield.

"Yes, I'm rather new myself it's difficult getting to know every face when most are safe asleep. And seeing as you're neither asleep nor safe, strictly speaking, that makes us an interesting pair, does it not, Castiel?"

That comment was followed by the closest thing yo a truly gentle style he could manage. "Castiel--what is a being so obviously divine doing in the realm of night?"

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baronbalaz November 3 2009, 07:08:11 UTC
If nothing else, Byron already liked the fact that Castiel was a rather efficient creature by nature. That, and it had been a long time since he'd had company for an entire night ( ... )

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angel_in_beige November 3 2009, 11:13:59 UTC
Castiel nodded and departed immediately to gather some kindling. He was used to following orders and he was pleased they were spending the night here. There was much beauty in the place and Castiel was still enjoying the feel of it. It had a profound peace about it.

Although he really didn't know what was required what he returned with was, by chance, of an effective size. He lay the sticks in the fire pit and turned his attention to the boxes. He read the labels but they told him nothing useful about their contents.

"I do not require sustenance," he said as he took a seat by the pit.
He eyed the confections with interest, however.

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baronbalaz November 12 2009, 21:53:48 UTC
If this were any other time or place, Byron couldn't imagine himself doing something so...mundane...and perhaps childish, in it's way, as making sweet snacks around a campfire. He was beginning to accept, however, that in this town, there was no reason for him not to give in to these impulses. The fire was going steadily in a few moments and over it's warm, flickering shadows, Byron smiled ( ... )

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angel_in_beige November 17 2009, 04:27:49 UTC
Castiel watched what the Baron was doing. He appeared to be impaling a spongy substance in a stick.
It was a curious thing to do and the angel made no move to imitate. Instead he just stared at the result.

"I do not require food. It sounds an inconvenience to have to attend to it with such regularity. I do not wish to be bound to that. Do they not listen?" He stared at the puffball on a stick for a moment.
"Does that constitute a meal?" he gestured to the marshmallow.

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