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Oct 08, 2011 22:42

Characters: Berith and Azazel
Date/Time: Saturday, afternoon
Location: Azazel's salon
Rating: PGish
Warnings: None really besides Azazel being himself and demons being demons.
Summary: Berith pays a visit to another fallen angel.



Azazel was sitting in his office, eyes glazing over a spreadsheet, when his receptionist knocked. “Yes?” he asked, more than happy to have a distraction from the numbers he was looking at.

“There’s a man in the waiting room, sir. He doesn’t have an appointment, but he says he doesn’t need one to see you.”

Azazel’s eyebrows winged up. He hardly ever received male clients in his salon. Most men were content with a simple nondescript buzz and clip. So few cared... but to have one come in and have the arrogance to expect him without an appointment? It was rather refreshing, but it screamed reincarnation all over.

“Thank you, darling,” Azazel said, rising to his feet. “Show him to my booth, won’t you? I’ll be there in a moment.” She nodded and disappeared. Azazel didn’t have anything to wrap up in his office. Whoever it was, they could wait five more minutes simply because they were in his salon.

Sometimes it was just refreshing to have a break from dealing with angels. Berith had thought to make use of tracking down the Grigori to pay a visit today, of course not bothering to make an appointment. He was sure that for him, Azazel would manage to find time.

He was amused when the receptionist returned without Azazel. He knew this game, often using it himself. He would play along, for now at least so he wanted to where she showed him to sit, a smirk upon his lips.

After giving it the appropriate amount of time, Azazel whisked in and came up from behind the man, smiling at him in the mirror. Handsome, but not a face he could place to any name. “Hello, gorgeous.” He ran his hand through the man’s hair. Azazel was far from shy about his proclivities. “You’re lucky - I don’t usually take walk-ins.”

“Yet still you made an exception,” Berith pointed out with an easy smirk. “I had no doubt you would, Azazel,” he said casually once the receptionist was out of earshot. It seemed the Grigori didn’t recognize him but no matter, that would make this just a little more interesting for him.

A cold, nearly imperceptible glint reached his eyes. “You seem to know me so well...” He trailed off, before giving the man’s hair the briefest little yank, using just enough force to tug his head back. “Were we brothers or lovers, stranger?”

“Perhaps better than some, not as well as others,” was the vague answer given. He didn’t mind the brief yank on his hair and he certainly didn’t miss the glint in the other’s eyes. “Brothers, though perhaps not the dearest of brothers always.”

Azazel made a soft, noncommittal sound. He seemed satisfied enough with that answer, vague as it was. Satisfied enough to continue threading his fingers through the man’s hair. “You don’t strike me as an angel, so you’re either fallen, or you’re damned.” There was, in his mind, a line between the two that wasn’t always distinct.

“Just a trim, if you would, I’m in court all this week,” he said, the haircut was only part of the reason he was here though but he was patient. His eyes met Azazel’s in the mirror as he smirked. “I am surprised you didn’t remember me, actually, considering we have spoken before, if not face to face.”

“As the defender or the prosecutor?” Azazel couldn’t help but be curious. His ‘brother’ knew his occupation - it was only fair. “Mmm... have we?” He hummed, trying to call who on that online forum matched this man’s cavalier attitude. Reaching into a drawer, he pulled out a sharp pair of shears. “You may have to remind me what we spoke about.”

Berith recognized the purpose of the question but he could at least give Azazel a little in return, he could be generous when he wanted to be. “I am defense attorney,” he said simply. “We have, and I am surprised, considering you asked me to teach you how to seduce others,” he chucked. “It was a surprising a request to get from a Grigori, I must say.”

Ah. Now Azazel recalled exactly who was sitting in his chair. The demon that Samyaza wanted to find out more about. “Why’s that?” he asked. “I fell for a reason, darling.” It was his turn to smirk at the man in the mirror before his gaze dropped back to the hair. One did have to look when snipping.

“I am sure you can imagine my surprise then,” Berith commented. “Though that reminds me, I am curious if Samyaza was ever able to determine who I was?” he smirked, the other Grigori hadn’t seemed to have much luck the last they had spoken but he also wondered how much information the angels were sharing with their fallen brothers, if any.

One careless little snip, and Azazel could have clipped off a piece of the man’s ear. It was far too tempting when the demon was rubbing their lack of knowledge in his face, but he suppressed the urge. Azazel had enough problems without a lawyer pressing charges against him. “Not that I’m aware,” he replied coolly. “Doesn’t seem to matter anymore... you’ve lost your novelty, darling.” Azazel shrugged.

Curious as he was, he knew he wouldn’t get any information from the demon if he asked for it or made it seem important.

“Have I? Such a pity, I’ll have to do something to change that, won’t I?” Berith seemed amused by that if anything. He had an answer at least to his unasked question unless Azazel was better at hiding things than he assumed. Either way, Berith would tread carefully as always but he couldn’t resist pushing just a little more... “A pity our non-fallen brothers don’t seem to share things with you though.”

“We’re hardly the best of friends,” Azazel pointed out, though the demon’s implications did strike a sensitive nerve. The angels had managed to work out who the demon was before Samyaza? Or thanks to Samyaza? Azazel refused to pout because he felt left out. “You and I are more alike than they.”

“Oh of course, I assumed as much,” he said casually with a slight shrug as if he had meant nothing by it though he would be interested to see what happened from this. All in due time. “That we are, dear brother, and I have been neglecting my closest brothers, haven’t I?”

“Yes, you have,” Azazel acknowledged. Though, whether that was for the best remained to be seen... demons were so bloody unpredictable sometimes. He knew it was best to tread lightly. “I am still hoping for that lesson, you know,” he backtracked, just to see if the demon would rise to the challenge. The man did seem more than capable of seducing anyone under his thumb.

“Are you? I must apologize then,” he said with a laugh. “Our areas of seduction differ but perhaps I can still give you a few pointers sometime,” he offered, though he had a feeling Azazel did just fine as it was. “Let me know when you are free and I can make time for that lesson then.”

“How should I get in contact with you?” Azazel asked, eyebrow quirking. He was almost done with the man’s trim. Now, he was simply cutting here and there for fun, adding his own particular spin of style. Azazel took pride in his work - he wasn’t about to let the demon leave these doors with a boring cut.

The demon reached into an inner pocket of his coat and pulled out a business card and held it up for the other, he saw no harm in giving out his office location and mortal name. “I won’t even charge you by the hour,” he smirked though Berith’s ‘generous’ nature only went so far, there was always a catch.

“Marvelous,” Azazel purred. He tucked the business card into his pocket. A mortal name was something to pass along to Samyaza, if his brother didn’t already know it. Done snipping, he removed what he liked to call the ‘bib’ from the demon. “In exchange, you can consider my services today pro bono.”

“How generous, but I would be remiss if I didn’t show my appreciation nonetheless,” he said as he stood, taking a moment to make sure there were no wrinkles in his suit. Appearances were always important. A coin was taken out of another pocket, by the time it was tossed at Azazel, the penny glimmered golden. “A token of my gratitude.”

Mr. Blackwell never played catch with his son, which explained why Azazel didn’t bother trying to get the coin mid-air. The penny rolled off his chest and fell the the hair-covered floor. He peered down at the coin and saw that golden glimmer. It meant something - but he didn’t know what it meant just yet.

“Thank you - I’ll pick that up later,” Azazel said, pulling on a smile. “I’ll be in touch soon, darling.”

Berith just found it amusing and gave a chuckle. “I am sure, I hate to be kept waiting when I am being generous,” he said as he headed to the door and with a nod, was out the door with a confident stride, not sparing the other another glance.

berith, azazel, !event #012

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