New and improved angel, now 100% less blood-spattered, no matter what the icon shows!

[fuckwisconsin]

First there is the business of seating himself. Bartleby clearly doesn't spend a lot of time with his wings out or he wouldn't try to sit on a couch. Or a chair. Or anything with, you know, a back. Finally he settles (wobbly, but settled!) on a stool

Comments

[grandwilled]

"Nice of you to offer. Intriguingly, the Bible doesn't contain any of the various hosts of angels, either."

[fuckwisconsin]

Bartleby nods, slowly. "Did you want a cookie for that...?"

[grandwilled]

"Oh, no thank you. You're the first evidence I've seen of a higher power, actually- that's quite cookie enough." He smiles cheerfully.

[fuckwisconsin]

"Evidence? Oh, c'mon, this is the Nexus. If I were blond, anorexic, and rich, I could be a mutant. Also, I don't know about any of the higher orders, but I did not receive 'pulling cookies out of my ass' powers. I don't think it was in real high demand. I'm sure Metatron could handle it. ... So to speak. Now that's an angel, let me tell you."

[grandwilled]

George laughs. "You win," he says, smiling.

[fuckwisconsin]

Bartleby cocks his head, which makes the stool wobble a little. "Out of curiosity — what, if anything, were you expecting?"

[grandwilled]

"Uh, to see a bit of what an angel thinks like, honestly. And you're quite unexpectedly not unendingly singing 'hosannah hosannah praise to he upon the highest' in a humorless baritone, so it's more than met my expectations."

[fuckwisconsin]

"I am, but you can't see it. I'm also kind of flat." He shrugs helplessly. "Watcher, not singer. But He seems to like it that way. It does work better for the humorless baritone, as opposed to the giddy tenor or rapturous soprano."