☣ six
[Okay, so Samael said he'd be home on Tuesday at the latest. And it was Thursday now. What the fuck ever. He actually got home in the early hours of Wednesday morning but went straight to his sister's apartment, where he spent almost twenty-four hours sleeping on the couch and generally being an awesome brother by keeping his word.
He figured he should probably let his other family - both Blackwell and angelic - know that he was home. At least, over a computer screen, they couldn't see the various bruises and scrapes he'd gotten - a bruised jaw and black eye from a biker in a bar fight, more bruises on his torso from another biker in the same bar fight, a collection of scrapes and bruises on his arms from War herself and a bitemark or two from a waitress who'd been so excited when she'd learned he was from out of town. What was funny was the cross hanging around her neck. Really? What the fuck was that pretence at faith? She deserved to be fucking tempted.]
Hello, munchkins, I'm home. Maudikins, Emilia, are we still on for lunch this week? I'm feeling flush so it's definitely my fucking treat.
Beautiful, you promised me pizza so you'd better fucking still be alive.
Gabriel, dearest, dinner?
(Why, yes, it does look like my entire fucking life revolves around food right now. I always get so fucking hungry after-)
He figured he should probably let his other family - both Blackwell and angelic - know that he was home. At least, over a computer screen, they couldn't see the various bruises and scrapes he'd gotten - a bruised jaw and black eye from a biker in a bar fight, more bruises on his torso from another biker in the same bar fight, a collection of scrapes and bruises on his arms from War herself and a bitemark or two from a waitress who'd been so excited when she'd learned he was from out of town. What was funny was the cross hanging around her neck. Really? What the fuck was that pretence at faith? She deserved to be fucking tempted.]
Hello, munchkins, I'm home. Maudikins, Emilia, are we still on for lunch this week? I'm feeling flush so it's definitely my fucking treat.
Beautiful, you promised me pizza so you'd better fucking still be alive.
Gabriel, dearest, dinner?
(Why, yes, it does look like my entire fucking life revolves around food right now. I always get so fucking hungry after-)