Hino Rei (
flameandpassion) wrote2011-11-19 10:59 pm
Entry tags:
- archangels suck except gabriel so there,
- calligraphy is totally a hobby,
- failure is not an option,
- fuck you seriously,
- i want to relax dammit,
- insecurities seriously suck balls,
- lucifer is a douchebag,
- not very domestic,
- overprotective is my middle name,
- shinto priestess by day,
- stupid angels,
- this is somehow castiel's fault
80 [Voice] Backdated to earlier today, around 2:00 PM.
I broke my last bottle of ink.
Does anyone have any to spare?
Does anyone have any to spare?

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You do not sound drunk.
[Trust him. He knows. 8|]
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[Rei is nothing but honest. 8| And she remains like that for a minute or two, staring at the ceiling for a moment, her breathing finally even and light, before she closes her eyes and speaks.]
Did you have fun before that disaster happened?
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[Because really, Rei. After everything you've said about drinking. He pauses at the question, and gives his usual tiny shrug.]
I am not suited to parties.
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[She hiccups again, but it's quieter, now that her breathing is better, but she makes an irritated sound all the same.]
... but it was fun, I guess, considering. The last time I went to a party like that was because I needed to catch a youma.
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[He is an angel of the Lord he doesn't go to parties. 8|]
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[And she pauses for a moment before pushing herself up to sitting again, to frown at him.]
What did he say after I left?
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He justified his reasons for speaking with you and claimed you were the cause of the issues by refusing to speak civilly.
[And though he knows she probably did get hostile right away, Lucifer's idea of his own civility was certainly not anyone else's. Both sides were at fault here.]
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[It's muttered, but she doesn't bother arguing. Cas had already apologized for placing the blame on her. She sees no need to prove it any further. And it makes her feel better that Cas seems to have taken her side anyway. 8|
She pauses, though, as she contemplates this, before she suddenly looks as if she's sulking, and she pushes herself backwards to sit against her pillows, irritated.]
Lucifer crashed my prom and I didn't even get kissed. I should quit being a teenager.
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[Lucifer's 'reasons' wouldn't necessarily be good ones but at least maybe they'd be better than 'she was entertaining'. At Rei's comment, he just stares, a little surprised for a moment and certainly a little baffled.]
Were you intending to be kissed?
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-- and then Castiel kept talking.
She frowns slightly, at that, before sighing -- mostly in exasperation.]
Well -- yeah, but whatever. It's stupid. There are more important things to worry about.
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[He says this in a tone of great finality, and like it's obvious.]
Who were you intending to kiss?
[John, he figures. But he should be certain.]
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My date.
[She resists the urge to say 'duh'.]
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What?
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[Don't even mention how hypocritical he is okay, don't even.]
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[8|]
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I am asking a question. There seem to be many rules about kissing and about doing so being meaningful, and you do not know him well.
[He's totally judging.]
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[Somewhat huffily.]
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[Yes. She does. Bastard.]
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[He mostly isn't sure about Nat okay and is generally just as unsure why Rei likes him so much for seemingly no reason. 8|]
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[She's starting to frown, now, because where is this all even coming from.]
And I've been to his house a few times -- why are you so concerned?
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[It's as simple as that, really.]
I don't understand why you do.
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[Rather simply.]
The same way I trust you, and Toushirou, and anyone else I meet in this place. He's proven himself to me. That's all I need.
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[That's still the breaking point for Castiel; Nat can say he 'means well' all he wants, and it actually means nothing.]
What did he do to prove himself?
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