|Samandriel is broken (ofimagination) wrote in childofeden_rp,|
@ 2014-05-16 20:44:00
|Entry tags:||character: clint barton, character: samandriel, location: mitchell house, |week: 14|
WHO: Samandriel & Clint
WHEN: Week 14, Friday, late morning-early afternoon
WHY: Samandriel needs to prepare for his time with Carrick and the only person he remotely trusts to be capable and frank with him is his sister's demon.
WARNING: Will update as needed!
The only people who knew his plan were Mitchell and Carrick, and the only one who knew the whole of it was Samandriel himself. He would keep it that way until everything fell into place, until all the pieces on the board were exactly where they needed to be for him to sit back and smugly declare checkmate to no one at all.
There was a problem, of course, and that had so much to do with the fact that Carrick was right. Samandriel had never experienced the kind of pain that the vampire intended to give him. He had some idea of what he was going up against. After all, he'd had combat training, knew how to take injuries to various degrees of severity without making a sound. There were differences in what a human body could handle versus an angelic one, but those differences were fairly equal to what an angel could dole out to another angel.
He wouldn't involve his sister at all in this. Her temper was legendary, and she'd probably just try to work out a way to do this without Samandriel having to be with Carrick at all. The young angel, for his part, wanted Carrick thinking he'd won only to completely pull that out from underneath him. It'd be a messy victory, but it'd be worth it.
The only other being he knew who could speak like that was the demon his sister was attached to. The one good thing about demons was that they lied. He hoped that if he divulged some of his plan to Clint that he might do him the courtesy of keeping it from his sister. He did, after all, know of the cunning and strength of angels. Clint might be inclined to trust him or at least trust him to make his own decisions, which was more than his sister was prone to.
So he texted the demon, invited him over because he needed his assistance with a particular problem. He didn't think Clint would refuse him, but the demon was distant and terse, hard to read without the benefit of the very Grace he was so close to getting back. He wasn't sure the man was going to show right up until the knock came at the door at the appointed time.
The lowered gaze and formality with which Samandriel answered the door was more out of respect for Clint and the uneasy footing they were on with each other than it was him attempting to practice being 'good' for Carrick. He had no intention of doing anything but giving that particular vampire the fight he'd clearly come to expect.
"Master Barton," he said, stepping aside to let the man in, let those keen eyes scan the room to ensure that this wasn't a trap if he so wished.