"I Was Looking For Off-Handed Ways to Improve Us..."

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PHOTOFIC ME!

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

But as I may conceive, faith.

Oraios: *folds his wings around himself, to show off how pretty and gleaming and white they are* Ex-Angel.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: look to't. *-- oh -- likes pretty, gleaming things, you know, is a pyromaniac -- and tilts his head to a side, with a smirk* -- did they fire you or did you quit? *sounds like a child -- a brat*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, I shall...!

Oraios: *--likes fire also, he's got cigarettes that smoke even when they're not lit, and he plays with candles and does all sorts of stupid things with it--but claims he's not a pyromaniac at all, of course...!* I quit. There were no perks to the job.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *pyrophiliac?* no perks? you'd think there was nothing higher than heaven -- *reaches idly over, and picks a feather, the audacity (smirking like a boy should smile, a kind of weary delight)* -- tell me. how was the view?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *pyrophiliac, yeah, sure* It's boring. Don't listen to what they tell you about it. -- *snatches the feather back with a nasty look* Don't touch the wings. Necabo te. -- Terra propter nimbum non videre potes.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *with a slight, affected smirk, turning the brim of his top hat* shelley must've got it wrong. art thou pale for weariness, of climbing earth and gazing on the heavens? *an innocent sort of look -- sort of* ego operor non narro latin.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: Dream on. Latine tui foetet.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *chuckles, and pinches the poor ex-angel's cheeks, with a face like this: ^__^* has anyone ever told you, you're very cute?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *low little growl* 'S anyone let you know you're going to be very dead?

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: frequently. and here i am -- even in arcadia -- *head-tilt* doesn't seem to stick, does it?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: Debetis de mora cogitare, ohe?

Soujin: I wrote the story! ^___________^

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *smirks* ergo sum, sweet, ergo sum. *took lessons in latin, but those were years and years ago -- everything's jumbled in his head now and he can mangle language as he pleases*

i saw. ^_^

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: Not for long, you won't be. *flicks his wings tight around himself*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: too long. *laughs, that not right, lunatic laugh* time present and time past, are both perhaps present in time future, and time future -- *fumbling for a match, distracted* time future --

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *reaches out a wingtip and absconds with the match* Satis.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *stops, suddenly, and only laughs*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *quiet little glare*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *sings softly, to himself, peering at oraios as one might seek out a rabbit in hiding* i walk along the street of sorrow ... the boulevard of broken dreams ... where gigolo and gigolette, can take a kiss without regret ... and so forget their broken dreams ...

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *mutters something inaudible, and contemplates pouncing on Wreck to see whether he can scare him that way*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *isn't so easy to scare, and takes a step closer, perhaps, but sings no louder* you laugh to-night, and cry to-morrow, when you behold your shattered schemes ... and gigolo, and gigolette, wake up to find their eyes are wet ... *takes off his hat, almost gentleman-like* with tears that tell of broken dreams ...

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *hisses* Stulta.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *leans on him (as casually as you might a wall)*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *pushes him off with his wingtips, and then lights his fingertips into ten little tiny burning flames, and snatches at Wreck's wrist--let's be a cat, see if we can catch it with our paw*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *lets himself be caught, and looks at him, calm as calm, like coal-walkers must be* nam sibylum quidem cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere ...

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *shortly* Demens. *draws him close*