[Anti-OTP: Horatio/Meta. -- Don't ask. Tea-drinking OTP. :D]

[godsayshi]

*poor Meta has been having a rough week -- what he needs, of course, is tea; doesn't tea fix everything

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[truant_horatio]

*tea fixes everything--which is good, as Horatio's week has not been at all pleasant, either, and he feels a little like breaking*

*and Horatio, for once, doesn't feel like drinking his tea alone (usually he does, to-day he doesn't), so he carries his small tray with teacup and saucer, teapot with infuser, milk pitcher, sugar bowl, silver spoon, and, good heavens, Horatio, could you possibly have more accessories? this is like a religion with you--no, nevermind. it is a religion--at any rate, he ends up in the kitchen, setting his tray down on the table quietly*

*smiles a tired smile at Meta* Good morrow.

[godsayshi]

*oh, Horatio, join the club -- Meta has been broken*

*Meta does, luckily, tend to like people as a rule; he'll automatically assume that any new person has only the best of intentions until it is very conclusively proven otherwise*

*offers a faint, weary smile in return* Hello. I don't believe we've met -- ? If we have, I'm sorry, I'm more forgetful than I ought to be.

[truant_horatio]

Perchance 'twas long ago. I am Horatio. *bows politely, but with an air of extreme goodwill--there is no need to fear anything from this man, to feel anything with him but safety and comfort; that is how he has served Hamlet for so long, that is how he has made himself*

[godsayshi]

*can't help another slight smile at that -- people don't tend to bow to him* It's... nice to meet you, Horatio. I'm the Metatron, the Voice of God. *holds out a hand, possibly due to force of habit more than anything*

[truant_horatio]

*takes it, but does not get handshakes, so he simply holds it in a warm clasp* My Lord.

[godsayshi]

*looks slightly startled, but just shakes his head gently* No, I only serve Him.

[truant_horatio]

*offers him another tired smile, brittle around the edges, but warm--everything about Horatio is Good* You are a Lord of Hea'en.

[godsayshi]

*and can sense this; is Good himself, after all, however he denies it, so -- smiles back, as best he can* There's no need for titles, honestly.

[truant_horatio]

How might I then call you? *and, more gently, more comfortingly* Care you for milk?

[godsayshi]

My name works perfectly well, although some just call me "angel." *brightens slightly* That would be nice, actually.

[truant_horatio]

Would it offend you not an I called you the same? *offers his milk pitcher*

[godsayshi]

Of course not. *takes it, then, carefully, and focuses on pouring just the right amount of milk into his tea before handing it back* I'm not particularly easy to offend, in any case.

[truant_horatio]

*takes it and adds milk to his own tea* Yet God hath a quick choler where His children do wrong Him, whate'er th'intent.

[godsayshi]

*flinches slightly, because -- hello, Issues, did we mention those...?* I know. I wish I... I'm not very good at explaining those things away.

[truant_horatio]

*flickers a smile at him--Horatio notices everything, he always notices--the smile is an odd one* 'Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? and why are you so disquieted within me? Put your trust in God, for I will yet give thanks to him who is the help of my countenance, and my God'.

Forgive me; 'tis no matter. You have sugar?

[godsayshi]

*oh, can't not smile back at that, if somewhat crookedly and more than somewhat tiredly* Thank you.

If you're certain. Yes, I have sugar -- *proffers a handful of sugar cubes*