Wings (Mythklok Interstitial)
Title: Wings (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A wedding.
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, smoking.
Notes: Movie night. This was another mad idea from wikdsushi.
I’m really supposed to be packing….
“Aw, c’mon, Sariel!”
“No. I’m busy.”
“Pleeeeeeeease?”
“Raziel, has it by chance ever occurred to you that I am an angel as well, and thus am not susceptible to your powers of persuasion.”
“But we won’t get to do this anymore after I’m married!”
“Why the fuck would you not be able to watch DVDs any more when you’re married? I hadn’t heard of this rule!”
“I can watch DVDs. But it won’t be just us two single buddies!”
“We’re not single buddies! You’re an annoying being who’s got it into your not terribly full head that we’re related and won’t leave me in peace!”
“You haven’t seen the mooooovvvvviiiiieeeeee.”
Raziel held up the Netflix box.
“Oh, shit,” Sariel gawped. “Is that out on Blu Ray.”
Raziel grinned.
“OK, OK, OK,” Sariel said. “I’ll get some popcorn.”
Pickles paused at Charles’ door. Was that screaming he heard?
He jumped as the door popped open and Charles grabbed him and dragged him inside. “You’ve gotta see this! It’s fucking hysterical!”
“Hey, Pickles,” said Nathan, who was sitting on the couch, calmly munching popcorn.
“Eh. Was dat yoo screamin’?” Pickles asked.
“That was Raziel, but she’s dead,” Charles announced.
“I’m DEAD!” Raziel agreed, a tiny hand sticking up from the back of the couch. “I’m DEAD of FUNNY.”
“Are yoo doods watchin’ da Marx Brudders again?” Pickles asked. He picked up the Netflix boxes from the coffee table. Legion, Constantine, It’s a Wonderful Life….
“Wings o’ Desire? What da fuck is dis?” Pickles looked up to where stylish black and white images were playing on Charles’ monitor. Concerned looking angels dressed in natty overcoats walked silently among men - on the street, in the air, through apartment building corridors - listening to their scattered thoughts. The effect was strangely poetic.
“It’s about angel peeping Toms,” Charles sputtered. Raziel, who had just climbed back onto the back of the couch, fell off again, in hysterics.
Then there were two handsome male angels sitting in a car, discussing their longings to be human. “C’mon already,” Charles urged, “and START MAKING OUT.” From behind the couch, Raziel snorted.
The scene in the movie changed the grand staircase of a vast public library. As the music soared, more solemn angels quietly attended to the patrons as they read and studied. Some of the humans, evidently sensing the supernatural presences, smiled faintly. One angel picked up a patron’s pencil, and, seeming lost in thought, wandered into the stacks.
“SARIEL!” Raziel said, suddenly popping up again and grabbing Charles around the neck. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go to your library and STEAL EVERYBODY’S PENCILS!”
Suddenly, they were both convulsed with laughter. They looked at each other, and were just as suddenly gone.
Pickles sat down in the newly empty spot on Charles’ couch. Nathan handed over his tub of popcorn. Pickles grabbed a handful.
“I was just walking by and they DRAGGED ME IN here," Nathan munched. "It’s not a bad movie. I usually don’t care for this FOREIGN CRAP. But this one has THE COLUMBO DUDE.”
As if on divine cue, Peter Falk appeared on the screen. In a convincing performance as Peter Falk.
“Huh," Pickles said. "Angels're weird, dood."
“Yep," Nathan said. "But GERMAN EXPRESSIONIST CINEMA is AWESOME."
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A wedding.
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, smoking.
Notes: Movie night. This was another mad idea from wikdsushi.
I’m really supposed to be packing….
“Aw, c’mon, Sariel!”
“No. I’m busy.”
“Pleeeeeeeease?”
“Raziel, has it by chance ever occurred to you that I am an angel as well, and thus am not susceptible to your powers of persuasion.”
“But we won’t get to do this anymore after I’m married!”
“Why the fuck would you not be able to watch DVDs any more when you’re married? I hadn’t heard of this rule!”
“I can watch DVDs. But it won’t be just us two single buddies!”
“We’re not single buddies! You’re an annoying being who’s got it into your not terribly full head that we’re related and won’t leave me in peace!”
“You haven’t seen the mooooovvvvviiiiieeeeee.”
Raziel held up the Netflix box.
“Oh, shit,” Sariel gawped. “Is that out on Blu Ray.”
Raziel grinned.
“OK, OK, OK,” Sariel said. “I’ll get some popcorn.”
Pickles paused at Charles’ door. Was that screaming he heard?
He jumped as the door popped open and Charles grabbed him and dragged him inside. “You’ve gotta see this! It’s fucking hysterical!”
“Hey, Pickles,” said Nathan, who was sitting on the couch, calmly munching popcorn.
“Eh. Was dat yoo screamin’?” Pickles asked.
“That was Raziel, but she’s dead,” Charles announced.
“I’m DEAD!” Raziel agreed, a tiny hand sticking up from the back of the couch. “I’m DEAD of FUNNY.”
“Are yoo doods watchin’ da Marx Brudders again?” Pickles asked. He picked up the Netflix boxes from the coffee table. Legion, Constantine, It’s a Wonderful Life….
“Wings o’ Desire? What da fuck is dis?” Pickles looked up to where stylish black and white images were playing on Charles’ monitor. Concerned looking angels dressed in natty overcoats walked silently among men - on the street, in the air, through apartment building corridors - listening to their scattered thoughts. The effect was strangely poetic.
“It’s about angel peeping Toms,” Charles sputtered. Raziel, who had just climbed back onto the back of the couch, fell off again, in hysterics.
Then there were two handsome male angels sitting in a car, discussing their longings to be human. “C’mon already,” Charles urged, “and START MAKING OUT.” From behind the couch, Raziel snorted.
The scene in the movie changed the grand staircase of a vast public library. As the music soared, more solemn angels quietly attended to the patrons as they read and studied. Some of the humans, evidently sensing the supernatural presences, smiled faintly. One angel picked up a patron’s pencil, and, seeming lost in thought, wandered into the stacks.
“SARIEL!” Raziel said, suddenly popping up again and grabbing Charles around the neck. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go to your library and STEAL EVERYBODY’S PENCILS!”
Suddenly, they were both convulsed with laughter. They looked at each other, and were just as suddenly gone.
Pickles sat down in the newly empty spot on Charles’ couch. Nathan handed over his tub of popcorn. Pickles grabbed a handful.
“I was just walking by and they DRAGGED ME IN here," Nathan munched. "It’s not a bad movie. I usually don’t care for this FOREIGN CRAP. But this one has THE COLUMBO DUDE.”
As if on divine cue, Peter Falk appeared on the screen. In a convincing performance as Peter Falk.
“Huh," Pickles said. "Angels're weird, dood."
“Yep," Nathan said. "But GERMAN EXPRESSIONIST CINEMA is AWESOME."