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Post by Satal on Mar 31, 2010 15:04:30 GMT -5
Farvardin squirmed upright and shook his head. But then a thought struck him.
"My robes please?" he asked with a false sweetness dripping over his words. He played with his hair until it covered his nakedness. The strange cloth covering him was uncomfortable to say at least. He rose to his feet to fall again due to his broken leg. Flaring his wings, the angel took to the air, easy fluttering near the brass lamp on the nightstand. He had been lucky that the appendages were not injured.
"What you did is uncomfortable and my holy vestments taken from me," grunted the less than pleased angel, "and I would enjoy having those returned to me if you will. Where are you going anyway?"
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Post by valendil on Apr 21, 2010 6:00:08 GMT -5
"I'm afraid your robes will never be the same after all that mud but I'm sure Tristan could help you there." Val threw a smile in his brothers direction before opening his closet door. "As to where I'm going," A silk forest green shirt flashed as it was slid up long elegant arms. "I'm a host at Manilla's. Tristan is very capable of taking care of himself and I should be home around 3:15am so don't worry." With deft fingers Val slipped a sliver chain earring into his left ear lobe. On the end rested a large peacock pearl, the trade-marked jewel of Manila. "Now take car you two. Goodbye Tristan, Farvardin."
With a lingering smell of warm musk and a tight hug, Tristan's brother was out the door leaving the odd pair alone. The boy's face rose into a grin as he turned to face the hovering angel. "Follow me! I can wash your clothes for you and then we can make dinner. I'm STARVING." With a bond and a leap Tristan was back into the kitchen twisting the knobs of the sink once more. His particular brand of energy never seemed to ebb.
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