3 Needles

[bemymommyplease]

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[And our resident 6 winged, psycho mommy wanting angel is currently standing incognito in a stolen body in the city square, beneath a rather large lock of mistletoe with a very intense look on his face, watching people go by. Just in case, he also has some in his pocket. So be free to kiss, or be attacked kissed by him. A word of warning, if

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[one_of_heaven]

[innocently looking about, still rather confused, ever ailing. Smiles quite sportively, stops, kisses, then does the ever so Rosielish act of clinging and whispering.]

A~u~ra.

[bemymommyplease]

[Defiantly notices him on instant, but is still taken aback when his arch enemy kisses him, eyes wide as he's clung too. He grins, lightly, placing his hands on his back, nails digging at skin.]

Tempting Rosiel, Tempting.

[one_of_heaven]

Ah...

[a bit distraught by those pretty little nails, Sandalphon. How vile. Arches in, nonetheless, until he can catch the smell of his own blood, then sidesteps with some caution, smiling. There might be a few stains where the wing bones lie, but never mind that. Clings to Sandalphon's right arm, smiling childishly, still whispering.]

This body... how young, how pale... until your power overwhelms it... how frail, also... hmmmm. I do so wonder, truly... for someone - anyone -

[sighs dramatically, leaning even more in]

- imagine, ah... for everyone here, to be quite suddenly informed of who and what and how and where... wouldn't that be... also very inviting towards frailty or the destruction thereof?

[bemymommyplease]

[Frowns as he narrows his eyes at him, red and threatening should he speak of who he really is, and he puts a hand over Rosiels, smiling calmly dispite the twitch in his eyebrow.]

Lets walk shall we?

[Tugs him along without even waiting for an answer, speaking in a low tone as well, eyes forward.]

Its a shame that we have to meet here like this. You, in your rotting form, I in my imperfect host. At least when I get my body, it will not be as poorly made as your own.

[smiles down at him, though threateningly.]

And on top of that, if you were to say a word, I would be forced to tear your wings from your back before being persecuted. An eye for an eye Rosiel,wouldn't that be lovely?

[one_of_heaven]

[stumbling in his step, and straining to keep up. Dearest Sandalphon. Breathless, a touch, but candid.]

On my birthday, no less? My Prince honours me so.

[glancing bitterly fcor a moment, because really now, the pain of torn wings is never easily dismissed - nor the recollection. All blissful smiles again.]

A~aa. Is this a date?

[bemymommyplease]

[Seems to take a small enjoyment in forcing him to stumble to keep up, and his eyes narrow a bit at him, though the smile remains.]

Dinner and a movie? The darkness would suit you, a horror maybe, your screams would blend into the background. Ah.

[Closes his eyes and enjoys the mental image for a moment]

It would be a good way to end such a day as this.

[Tightens his grip on his hand, as he continues AWAY from the square, in hopes to find a place less...populated to deal with this problem.]

[one_of_heaven]

[suddenly comes to a halt, a slight nest of wires springing up and forth and answering call, supporting him. Sandalphon mightn't be able to use his powers here, after all... but reprocicity wasn't fashionable in the least. Looking up, as if oblivious to why it'd all ended.]

...we're stopping now.

[pets the one extreme of wires he can reach dotingly, while the rest wrap around his wrist and fingers, some integrating.]

Precious, aren't they? Like mere children of sorts. Like... you. Do take care of yourself, my prince. It would not do for the games to end, now that they've barely begun. It would not do for you to lose so soon, when you're still useful.

[laughs lightly.]

Now wish me the happiest of birthdays.

[bemymommyplease]

[Frowns as the wires appear, and his eyes dart a little to the crowd of people, that are still in view of them. Rosiel summoning assistance was one thing, but he'd be revealed if he did. So with a polite little bow, eyes promising things less then polite, he smiles and takes a step back.]

Happy birthday Rosiel. I would wish you a long and prosperous life, but we both know that to be a lie.