Leave tomorrow, live tonight. Gotta throw your heart right in cause we all fall [Locked]

[wholelota_angel]

Ariel is happy to be doing Guardian Angel things, again. She hates owning a hotel and all of the business that goes with it. It keeps her from doing what she was made to do, what she actually feels accomplished with. She has a ward. She has a real purpose and reason in her life, again, that was more fulfilling than all of the rights movements she

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[sarkraticmethod]

Sark considers the question, considers the definition of 'trouble', considers whether or not he wants to explain in great detail that he has a hard time coping with this life he's trying to live and how every bloody day is a struggle not to fall back into his old habits. Oh and those people who were stalking him back at the blues club gave him a girl. A demon girl. That he had sex with.

Also there's a hallway in the Tower that is the definition of evil and visiting it was an altogether wonderful experience. Not.

He doesn't say any of that, however. He just responds with a simple, flat, "No."

And to avoid her pressing the question, he adds, in the same blank tone, "However, I seem to have a cat now."

...How one seems to have a cat is another story entirely, one that will hopefully distract her and keep her from asking questions. Because, yes she needs to know that earlier this week, he rescued a cat from drowning and then he rescued a teenage girl from some horrible monster, and somehow this is the most ridiculous thing ever.

[wholelota_angel]

Ariel sends him a sideways look that clearly implies that she doesn't believe that's all there is to it. She won't question him more on it though. Right or wrong, she always let him have his privacy even if it may have been a bad idea in the long run.

Right to privacy is one of the things that she has fought for over her lifetime. Along with many others.

"Savin' teenagers and owning cats that's some leaf you've turned over," she comments, almost offhandedly. "A pet'll do you good. They're supposed to alleviate stress, I hear, if you pet 'em enough. 's why they bring cats into nursing homes. Makes people happy whether they want to or not."

[sarkraticmethod]

"I wouldn't say I own the cat," Sark responds after a long period of silence, while he actually digests that. "And while that may be true, I have a sneaking suspicion that those cats don't talk."

Although, there is something rather endearing about Ragnar, whether he'd like to admit it or not. And, well, April's fond of him, anyway.

He huddles a bit deeper into his coat. It's times like this, he really wishes the Tower were a little bit closer. That's always been the problem with him and Ariel- he doesn't know how to talk to her and he's always felt obligated to figure it out, rather than just avoid the situation altogether. It's no way to be, but he's never been very good at this sort of thing.

[wholelota_angel]

"Talking cats," Ariel says with almost a hint of amusement. "Guess I should have figured."

It wouldn't be Chicago if people owned regular cats that didn't talk or want anything beyond milk and occasional scritches.

She shakes her head and frowns in frustrated, concerned amusement. It's a complicated emotion. "It can never be simple with you now, can it?"

Ariel is glad the Tower is so far, but she is the kind of guardian angel, who enjoys making their ward uncomfortable. It's just fun and easy to do.

"One year later and some things never change," she says. It reminds her of when they first met of all the shitty guardian angel/ward pairings in all the world. W