I don't want your tired religion... [Locked to Tay]

[asoultosave]

Bianca's currently perched on a table in the cafeteria, a few boxes of pizza (provided by God only knows who- hey, the hard-working doctors and angels need sustenance too, so it's appreciated) sitting beside her.

This has definitely been one of the craziest weeks she's ever experienced and for a moment she almost regrets leaving New York and

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[archangelet]

Tay, of course, being constantly starving since her wings came in, has been trying to get to the cafeteria for a few hours. But she is tired. And petrified of facing... pretty much anybody, honestly.

But food is necessary, all things told, so she's braved the (very few) people who are up and about downstairs (mostly angels) to get some food. Her wings are in, amazingly, despite the fact that she thought she'd be keeping them out to show them off and be able to show that yes, she is an angel now.

She's not so proud of that anymore.

She slips into the cafeteria and spots Bianca immediately, with her pizza boxes. She sort of vaguely half-smiles and waves awkwardly, and shuffles over in her pajama pants and tank top.

"Um. Hey."

[asoultosave]

"Hey, yourself," Bianca smiles sympathetically, putting a cap on her flask and sticking it back into her purse. She picks up the pizza box on the top of the pile and slides it closer to her.

"I won't tell anyone if you eat the whole box. When I got my wings, I could have eaten a horse."

Or two or three gallons of ice cream in utter shame (before she went into apathy mode about the whole ordeal), but we won't mention that.

[archangelet]

Oh, Tay's already eaten a couple gallons at least. She's got contacts down here.

Or, y'know, Vincent's felt bad for her and when she asked for ice cream, he went a little overboard.

"Y'know, I honestly don't care if anyone knows I ate the whole thing. It's the least embarrassing thing about my life right now," she declares, and starts in on the first slice.

[asoultosave]

"Ladylike dignity is for other people anyway," Bianca smiles and takes a slice for herself.

She chews thoughtfully for a moment and then adds, somewhat coolly, "I guess telling you that it gets better is pretty pointless at this point, huh? If you're anything like me at your age- and believe me, it's like lookin' in a fucking mirror- then you're gonna want to wallow until you're good and ready to accept this, and I'm perfectly content to let you do that in any way you see fit, provided it doesn't end in some really horrific crash and burn scenario. I like you, kiddo. I wouldn't want this to destroy you."

Oh Bianca... You are the weirdest maternal figure ever. Never have children. Ever.

[archangelet]

Tay stops about halfway through her second slice and stares at it for a moment. It makes her think, just for a moment. From anyone else, she wouldn't even put up with hearing it, much less actually give it thought. But...

Well. Bianca's lived this.

"How do I tell my dad?" she asks quietly after a moment.

[asoultosave]

Bianca finishes off her pizza and wipes her fingers on her skirt. No, she's not ladylike in the slightest. "I had to do it in person, so I didn't get the option. If I lied, they would have known it and I don't want to bet that lying about your own calling would hurt like hell. In your case, you've got one of two options. Either you don't tell him until you get back home and you break it to him gently and have to face the consequences or you call him up and tell him over the phone and let him stew on it for awhile."

She frowns, because there are problems with both scenarios, and really there is no ideal scenario here. "There's no wrong or right way and if I could tell you which one was best, I would, but which one's best depends wholly on how you feel."

[archangelet]

"If I tell him over the phone, I don't have to sit in the living room while he and Grandfather and a bunch of other people go on about how this shouldn't have happened, and they must've done something wrong, what had I been getting up to in Chicago..."

She pauses. "Also, if he decides to disown me, at least I've already got a place to stay."

Yes, she's honestly afraid of that. Having a guardian in the family would be so... embarrassing. She shakes her head a little and shoves more pizza in her mouth.

[asoultosave]

Bianca rolls her eyes. "Old men think they can make fate work the way they want it. These things happen, whether we want 'em to or not. Sometimes angels are warriors and sometimes they're protectors... And hell, sometimes they're both."

She smiles. "And I know it's too soon to be hearing this, but you're going to be good for your ward. No one would dare touch a hair on his head with you protecting 'em."

And there's a brief headshake before she bites back a small laugh. "Oh trust me, honey, if it were that easy to ditch your family, I wouldn't get calls from mine every Christmas. They won't disown you."

If they do, Clan de Luca might have to pay them a visit. Or at least Vincent. Scary angels are scary, indeed.

[archangelet]

Tay stops eating long enough to make a face. "God," she says, and swallows. "Don't even talk to me about that. I mean. I know it'll be, like, decades, but... No."

Heh. Ah-heh. Yeah, about those decades...

[asoultosave]

"Took me a century," Bianca smiles, giving her a reassuring pat on the arm. "You could always do what I did- travel, do everything you've always wanted to do and then some, and just be a total hellion. Getting a ward is a lot like having kids. Once you get one, you have to live your life for them and only them."

Her smile fades and she picks up another piece of pizza. "It makes you sick after awhile though... You avoid it intentionally long enough, it starts to eat at you, and then you have to start moving. It's like being an Archangel except you're not hunting demons, you're hunting for that one person."

She shakes her head. "There's an ugly side to every calling, apparently. Being dedicated to a single person and being physically bound to finding them is rough. They call us the weaker race and maybe we are, but you have to be pretty fucking strong not to go crazy when the need sets in."

It's not really clear if she's talking to Tay anymore or just muttering to herself. It could be either/or.

[archangelet]

"Everything I always wanted to do?" Tay asks with a short (and rather bitter) laugh. "Everything I always wanted to do was be an Archangel. Everything I always wanted to do was make my dad proud of me. Like that's fucking going to happen now."

She won't cry. But it's a very tempting option.

[asoultosave]

"Oh honey," Bianca coos gently, getting rid of her pizza, and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I know and I understand and it sucks that it wasn't your calling, because even I'm the last person anyone should talk to about faith, you gotta believe that these things happen for a reason."

She kinda has to believe in that, otherwise she'd probably go insane.

"And you were trained to be an Archangel. Just because you didn't get the calling doesn't mean you can't go out and kick demon ass and show those assholes who think we're weak who's the boss."

[archangelet]

Okay. Fuck being strong. She's still not going to cry, but she'll curl into Bianca's side a little. "Yeah," she says, a little mournfully. "I guess so."

She pauses a moment. "At least I have bigger wings than my cousin Jareth. His are, like... maybe two feet long."

Yes. Take comfort in the little things.

[asoultosave]

"There you go," Bianca nods, smiling and clinging just a bit tighter. "You can show that chicken-winged little punk who's boss if he starts any crap."

She pulls away briefly, still smiling. "Speaking of wings, you feel up to showing 'em off? I'd like to see 'em."

[archangelet]

Tay's honestly not sure at the moment how she feels about showing off her wings. She feels, irrationally, that since she isn't an archangel like she's supposed to be, she doesn't have the right.

But they are rather pretty, and she is rather proud of them, all things considered.

She leans forward a bit, away from the back of the chair, and unfurls her wings (thank god for low-backed tank tops) with hardly a grimace. They're beautiful, all dark golden browns in various shades. She's only got about an eight-foot wingspan, but they're gorgeous.

[asoultosave]

They are, indeed, and Bianca's smile just widens at the sight of them. "Beautiful," she says, nodding in approval.

She slides off the table and walks around her, taking in the wings from every angle. "Well, if only one good thing comes of this, you have beautiful wings to show off. They're prettier than Vincent's."

Yes, because she's completely allowed to mock Vincent anytime she wants, apparently.