ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | too bad, so sad

[sylphystia]

Who: Dezel and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Crowley's bar or the Huntress, whichever you prefer.
When: Now

[audio]

[Someone is definitely growling. You'd think he was a dog, but then he seems to form words. Every consonant sounds like a knife against stone.]

I'm staying away from the planet for a while. If anyone needs me—

[He hesitates.]

—too bad. [And he hangs up.]


[action]

[Despite his grumpy broadcast, Dezel can be found in certain places. One of them is Crowley's bar. He's invisible, but that doesn't stop him from cleaning glasses and making tiny, pretentious food. If you can't see him, it's like some invisible Christmas elf keeps leaving tarts everywhere.

Alternatively, he can be seen (or not seen) sulking in the Huntress' cargo bay, sitting on some boxes beside a window. In his lap is a fuzzy happy little slug that he strokes with due diligence.]

[ooc: If you're meeting Dezel in person and haven't done so, please fill out his seraph permissions!]

Comments

[airily]

[ They've done what they needed to do and, for now, that's what works. Sure, it ended up with Zaveid having his fair share of bumps and bruises, but who cares about that? He's a Seraph, he can walk it off - and it stops him from having to worry too much about getting himself into more trouble later on. Knowing his luck that's coming anyway. ]

You're not the only one that's gonna be nursing their wounds tonight.

[ His body is sore, and he's got a handful of scrapes and bruises up and down his back and, yeah, it's going to suck later, but right now? Zaveid is actually happy. He's content, and he can feel it brimming through his body. He and Dezel might have come to blows, but he'd gotten through in the end. He'd managed to keep himself - mostly - in check, and now there was a sparkle of hope.

Somewhere, Sorey would be proud of him.

Shoving his hands into the sides of his trousers, he shrugs an absent shoulder. ] No, I'm not planning on fighting you either. Once was enough for both of us - and more than enough for his Shepherdness.

[sylphystia]

[They're both going to catch hell for this. There's no doubt.]

... Yeah. [A pause. He adjusts his jacket, which is torn in places. It'll be all right. He can mend it on this planet, no problem.] Didn't think I could hit you. [That's... about as close to an apology as he'll give. He doesn't want to say sorry for something they both desperately needed, but Zaveid probably didn't deserve to get hit as hard as he did.

-- Nah, he totally deserved it.

Dezel is aware of Zaveid's happiness, but he can't bring himself to feel it. He has a lot to think about. A lot to work on. There's some relief that they won't have to scratch and bite at each other for space anymore, but he still can't shake this bad feeling. He tucks the brim of his hat down lower and turns away.]

I'd better head back.

[airily]

[ All he can think is that it's a good thing the ladies aren't here. ]

You're stronger than you think you are, Dezel. [ Neither of them are going to apologise for something they both needed to get out of their systems, and while it isn't easy - well. It was necessary. It had to happen, otherwise they'd lose themselves somehow and end up taking Sorey down with them, and he didn't deserve that.

Zaveid might, but Sorey didn't.

Pulling himself together, Zaveid nods his head before he shifts, turning his gaze back over towards where the fleet has landed, trying to appear a little more carefree than he actually is. ]

I'll see you around.