one lonely drabble
Angel & Connor - Post NFA Business as Usual
It looked innocuous, like a plain carnival glass bowl but Angel said they needed to retrieve it so here it was. Connor wondered what his father would do with it but figured it didn’t really matter. In the aftermath of Blackthorn, Angel had gone way back to his roots, taking his son with him to Ireland. They were doing the help the helpless bit and almost managing to not argue. Things were decent. “Does this really let you drown anyone you want if you put a picture inside of it?”
Angel took the bowl and shattered it. “Not any more.”
It looked innocuous, like a plain carnival glass bowl but Angel said they needed to retrieve it so here it was. Connor wondered what his father would do with it but figured it didn’t really matter. In the aftermath of Blackthorn, Angel had gone way back to his roots, taking his son with him to Ireland. They were doing the help the helpless bit and almost managing to not argue. Things were decent. “Does this really let you drown anyone you want if you put a picture inside of it?”
Angel took the bowl and shattered it. “Not any more.”