Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel (the_sacred_fire) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-11-22 13:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | saint agatha, saint anthony |
WHO: Saints Agatha and Anthony
WHEN: Monday morning
WHERE: Anthony's place
WHAT: The saintly support network
NOTES: Reposted as a favour. Originally posted by Agatha and Anthony
The lemon cheesecake at the diner last night had ended up getting green food dye in it, which made it look rather sickly despite the fact that it was still delicious. So instead of throwing it away she took half of it home, sure she could find someone to share it with.
So she brought it now to Anthony's home, sure he was the exact reason she was meant to have it. (Agatha was happy to take little things as signs from God. A green cheesecake for a saint feeling poorly would do just fine.)
Agatha and Anthony were not really close, but that was through no fault of either of them. It was only that they had never met each other before this city. Agatha was ready - with cheesecake - to change that now.
"Anthony!" Agatha called out as she knocked. "It's Agatha!" She had the cake balanced in the crook of her left arm as she used that hand to knock, her other wrist kept still against her stomach, all bruised and purple from her encounter with Satan. (She was sure it couldn't be broken, but with the swelling and throbbing she was beginning to wonder if may he had cracked something just a little.)
When he heard the knock, Anthony got up to let Agatha inside. "Hey, Agatha, come on in," he said, moving aside so she could enter. "How are you?"
The cheesecake she'd brought looked a bit...different, but he was willing to bet it still tasted fine. He got two plates out of the cupboard and set them down on the counter.
"I made some coffee, would you like some?" he asked, pulling down two mugs. "There's sugar"-he grabbed the bowl-"but I don't know what happened to the creamer, I'm sorry."
He was grateful to have another person in the apartment, if he had to spend another minute by himself he probably would've gone crazy. And now that he thought about it, he kind of did need to talk to someone.
"I'm well, thank you, Anthony," Agatha said as she came in, putting the cheesecake down. She caught his look at it and explained. "There was an incident at the diner with the wrong food dyes, but I promise it's not poisoned." She made the little 'scout's honour' symbol with her fingers and smiled.
"Coffee would be amazing, and black and sugar is good for me!" She sat down on the closest chair and looked at him with a smile. "Would you like to talk about it, or should we coffee and small talk instead? Either way is okay with me. I even thought of some subjects more interesting than the weather!"
"I believe you," he said, smiling back. He grabbed two forks from the drawer, put them next to the plates, and poured her a mug of coffee. Picking up his, he settled into the chair next to her.
"I do want to talk about it, and at the same time, I don't," he said softly. "But I know I can't keep it bottled up forever." He took a bite of cheesecake, trying to figure out how to begin. "This is really good, by the way."
"I went out for lunch," he began. "And when I came back, Lucifer was waiting for me. Just...sitting in the chair at my desk. He said he wanted to have a chat. He also said I was exactly the way he'd pictured."
Agatha cut herself a piece of the cake and held her coffee in the uninjured hand as she watched him. She shuddered at the thought of walking in to find Lucifer in a place that was supposed to be safe and his. At least her meeting with Satan had been in public.
"They're such professional creeps," Agatha muttered, drawing her coffee closer as though it were protection. "What happened then?"
"They are that," Anthony agreed quietly, staring into his coffee.
"He said 'Please allow me to introduce myself'." Anthony smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Rolling Stones references aside, it all went downhill from there."
He took a deep breath, knowing he just needed to spit it out. "He told me I didn't even die right. That I 'couldn't even get the one thing that sets Saints apart right'."
"And he said...he said that I wasn't strong enough. That maybe I hadn't been meant to die of illness, and maybe it was some kind of test. And the worst part, Agatha, is that I actually listened to him. He said something about God stopping him if I didn't warrant a visit."
He set the coffee down, not really wanting it right now. "I can't believe I didn't throw him out the second I walked in," he muttered.
"Don't beat yourself up," Agatha told him soothingly, reaching out to put her hand on his, trying to catch his eye. "They're so good at finding where we're weak. When Satan came to me and threatened Sebastian - just a few words, even - I gave myself completely over to wrath and did something stupid. See, all of us make mistakes when it comes to them. They know all our buttons."
When he felt her hand cover his, he looked up at her. "They are," he said. "It was like he found every single weak spot at once. But you...you're right. Beating myself up doesn't help." He sipped his coffee, making a face when he found it had gone cold