|Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel (the_sacred_fire) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-10-19 15:01:00
|Entry tags:||monique reppyi, saint anthony, veronica reppyi|
Who: Veronica & Anthony
What: Anthony stops by with lunch
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Veronica's place
Note: Reposted as a favour, originally posted by Veronica and Anthony
Anthony had really enjoyed going to George and Sebastian's reception with Veronica, but since then, he hadn't really seen her much. The cases had been piling up almost faster than he could handle them, and he'd really only been sleeping when he could grab a few hours. Also, he was pretty sure he'd have died of caffeine poisoning by now if he wasn't immortal.
So he'd called Veronica's home, and gotten Monique. "I'm going to bring by lunch to surprise her, is she home?" he asked.
"Yeah, she's here," she answered, the grin clearly audible, the 'you big sap' left unsaid. "I'm sure she'll be really happy to see you, come on over."
So he'd turned up about half an hour later, knocking on the door. Monique answered and beckoned him inside. "She's in the living room," she stage-whispered. "Go get 'em, tiger."
Anthony just rolled his eyes and grinned a little.
Veronica hadn't expected company. She was off for the day and had spend most of it cleaning up and trying to find out if she could manage to get into some sort of college. She didn't plan on being a waitress all her life.
So when her sister opened the door she assumed Nikkie was meeting someone. She didn't think Veronica would stay friendless for long. She raised her head from the magazine, surprised to see Anthony. She'd called him to make sure he was alright but hadn't seen him in a while. Grinning she rose, "hey stranger."
Smiling she walked over to him and kissed him. "Haven't seen you here in a while? Paperwork starting to eat you?"
"Hey you," he said with a smile, enjoying her kiss and being able to see her again without feeling the need to rush off and do something.
"I know, it's been way too long, and I'm sorry. And yes, the paperwork was starting to become sentient and multiply while I wasn't there. At least that's how it seemed every time I left and came back." He held up the sack of food. "But I figured we could have lunch and just chill for a while, if you aren't too busy?"
She shook her head, "no. Just waiting for Bernie to come home. He's taking the bus now. I'm crowding his charm I guess." She grinned and sat down, motioning for him to do the same before glancing to her sister. "You hungry Nikkie?"
She glanced to Anthony, "you realize that sometimes you can't save everyone right?" She set her hand over his, "and you're a saint. Literally. But take a breath now and again. Or hire someone. I happen to know my sister is looking." She smirked at her sister, "and this way no really gorgeous blond can steal you away."
Monique shrugged. "Only if I won't be interrupting."
"Well I won't be ravishing your sister on the couch, if that's what you're worried about," Anthony deadpanned.
Monique snickered. "Well alright then." She wandered into the living room and settled into a chair.
"I know," he answered. "But it's what I do, and sometimes I forget that slowing down and breathing every once in a while is a good thing. And as far as hiring your sister goes, that would definitely help with the clerical end of things."
"Does this mean I have a job now?" Monique called from the living room.
"Yes, if you want it!" Anthony called back.
"Hot diggity damn!"
She smiled, "don't tell me I don't do nice things for you." She called to her sister before smiling to Anthony, "and rats. No ravishing? I was looking forward to that."
To be fair she would like to get Anthony alone, but it said something that he had come all this way just to surprise her. Smiling she rose. "I will get us some plates. And you good sir do remember to pause. You can't fix anything when you're too exhausted."
With a smile she walked into the kitchen to get the plates.
"I would never say that!" Monique called back in mock outrage. "Thank you, Anthony!"
He blushed. "Maybe next time." Then to Monique he called, "You're welcome!"
"I know, I know," he said, following into the kitchen. "When I get too tired my abilities start to malfunction, and that doesn't do anyone any good. But usually there's no one around to tell me to slow it down for a while. I'll try and remember that in the future."
She smiled to him, enjoying the ability to tease him again. "I will sit on you Saint. Tiny I may be, but I manage to get a hyper active eight year old to chill. I will make you breathe." She grabbed the plates and smirked to him. "Funny story. Girl likes boy. boy tries to save the world and doesn't show. Girl is trying to be good and not jump boy. You woe me a ravishing."
Smiling she grabbed some forks, "that and you make it so easy when you blush like that. Also oh tall one. Grab me some glasses. I will sit here and leer at you." She looked back to the living room, "Nikkie, what do you want to drink? Also I'm mauling the Saint okay?"
He held up his hands, laughing. "Let no one doubt your power to make people slow down. I know I certainly don't."
"It's definitely a good story," he said, leaning down to kiss her again. "Boy would like to remind girl that girl's sister is probably eavesdropping right at this moment."
"Am not!" Monique shouted.
"Also, yes. I blush at the drop of a hat, there is no denying that," he said, reaching up to grab some glasses. "You have fun with the leering," he added with a laugh.
"Uhh...do we have Coke?" Monique asked. "Also, good for you, good thing I'm not paying the slightest bit of attention. Let me know when you're done, I'll stop not paying attention." She giggled and turned a page in her magazine.
She smiled into the kiss and laughed at her sister's comments. "Less eavesdropping next time then. You need to work on your timing." She watched him get the glasses and glanced to where her sister was. "you know Nikkie one day you're going to have a suitor of your own. And I'm going to hover at your elbow every minute. Then I plan on sharing baby stories."
She walked back into the living room. "No coke. Take it up with your nephew, he had the last of it. We need shopping so make a list." She sat back down to take out the food and wait for Anthony. "Besides now you can help in making sure he breathes. No ravishing my boyfriend though. I draw the line at sharing boyfriends."
"It's in the sibling contract somewhere, I think," she said, not even bothering to sound apologetic. "Eavesdropping, mold experiments, and being the cool aunt if my siblings ever have kids."
"Oh good lord," she said, burying her face in her hands. "If that's a hint for me to leave after lunch, I've taken it, don't worry. And I have stories of my own, you, so let's not be getting ahead of ourselves."
Anthony was still stuck on mold experiments. He opened his mouth to ask, decided he probably didn't want to know, and closed it again. He just shook his head instead and followed Veronica into the living room.
"There was lemonade, I brought you some," he said, handing Monique a glass.
"Thanks!" she beamed, sipping it. "I'll run down to the store after I've finished eating, I'll make the list."
She snickered. "I'll remind him to eat and sleep, and to get up and go outside occasionally. It'll be good for you," she said, patting his hand. "And don't worry, I won't ravish you. I'll find my own nice boy and you'll be fine."
Anthony groaned and slapped a hand over his eyes. "Between the two of you, I'll never be bored. Or hungry."
She chuckled and set her hand on Anthony's shoulder. "oh honey. You must never meet our mother." nodding she looked at her sister. "She's so much worse. Put us three in a room and you'll feel a bit ashamed, and with more information then you ever wanted. And food to feed an army. And Lord help you if you feel off in any shape. She will scare sickness away."
She released Anthony and went to her food. "Thank you Nikkie, and you didn't know me when I was tiny. I have a year on you. It's enough. Besides I am planning to bring up mr.moldy to all of your suitors." Grinning she dug in, pausing for a few before looking to Anthony.
"Bernie has a birthday party soon. He's turning nine. I'd like it if you could come. I'm not betting on Poseidon showing up, and he likes you. Oh, also what are you doing on Halloween? I have to take munchkin for trick or treating and I need support for the inevitable sugar high." She smiled to her sister, "I figure you may have plans? Or you can go dancing? Unless you want to come too."
Monique laughed. "We do tend to go on and on when we're around her. And she brings out my not-so-latent Martha Stewart. Also, yes. Germs cower in her very presence."
She waved one hand. "I'll go and do the shopping, give you crazy kids some time alone. And maybe window shop for some new clothes for my new job. Is there any kind of dress code?"
Anthony snorted. "I live in T-shirts, jackets, and jeans," he said. "Basically, as long as you could go out in decent society, you can wear it."
"I still have stories," she said, sticking her tongue out at her sister. "And don't even lie, Mr. Moldy is a fond memory we can all laugh at. Just not over dinner."
Anthony snickered a little. "I'll have her tell me all about Mr. Moldy once we're done eating. And I'd love to come to Bernie's party, and Halloween. I don't think I've ever been trick-or-treating before."
She shrugged. "I wouldn't miss Bernie's birthday for the world-that reminds me, I need to get him a present-but as for Halloween, I hadn't really thought about it. Dancing sounds like a lot of fun, I haven't been in a while."
She nodded, "it's very true. About all the possible horrifying topics too. When I was pregnant it was how it affected my intestines, which somehow turned to menopause. Never ask yourself how this happened, but it did. My poor dad was just staring at us. My brothers fled." she chuckled, "and mom brings Martha Stewart out in Martha Stewart. We should invite our folks for Christmas. They'd love the tree. And we let mom loose on Broadway and we'd never ever have to buy her anything ever again."
She smiled in gratitude at her sister before laughing at Anthony's comment. "and this is our Saint. You know I don't know if I should ever invite you on a scavenger hunt or not."
"And never in my son's company. I do not want to find repeats of Mr.Moldy and then hear 'but auntie Nikkie did it'." She nodded, "good. He wants to be a pirate. No one is surprised." She rolled her eyes.
She smirked to her sister. "If you missed it I would hunt you down. Something to do with the sea, trust me. Nothing Poseidon related. Just the sea. Smugface mcbastard I see too much of." She then smiled again, "go out. Have fun. Don't have as much fun as I did. Go out Nikkie, really. I'll let you borrow a dress of mine."
"Oh god, I remember that," she said. "Although you had to admit, they made some pretty awesome faces." At V's suggestion, she perked up. "We should! We could show them around the city, they'd love it."
"It might be considered cheating," he said with a little laugh. "Although I never said I was a classy Saint."
"Hey, 'but Aunt Nikkie did it' is always a good reason for things," she protested, laughing. "Except eating hash brownies in Amsterdam. Those things really pack a punch."
"He'll make an awesome pirate," Anthony said. "And no, it's not terribly surprising."
"Hence why I won't," she said, polishing off her lemonade. "Hmm. Maybe a remote-controlled boat, or something. I'll have a look while I'm out." She grinned. "Alright, alright, you've convinced me. I'll go out and dance and socialize. And I shall also raid your closet."
Smiling she nodded, "I'll call them. I'm sure tiny munchkin will hardly mind seeing them. They spoil him rotten." She frowned then, "we're keeping them away from Poseidon though. And from said knowledge. They don't need that worry."
She grinned to Anthony, "well well. He does have some bad boy in him. I thought Saints never cheated." She gave her sister a bland look, "not always."
"Thank you Nikkie." Smiling she rose, having finished her meal. "And then you can tell me. Anyway anyone need anything?"
"Yay!" she cheered, pumping a fist into the air. "And I totally agree in that regard."
Anthony grinned. "Not usually. But scavenger hunts are something else altogether."
Monique sobered. "You know I'd never tell him to actually do anything like that. I know which things to keep from him, and which things are OK to share with some editing."
She grinned and rose, collecting her coat and purse from her room. "Not me, thanks," she said, putting her plate in the sink. "I'll go pick up some groceries and scope out a birthday present for Bernie. You two have fun, now."
"I was teasing," she smiled to her sister before kissing her cheek. "don't get lost. Call if trouble arises." She watched her sister leave before smiling to Anthony. "You earn points for bringing me lunch. I didn't even know you were planning on dropping by."
She set everything away before sitting down next to him. "and thank you for hiring my sister. She's been looking everywhere, and no one is hiring, and I'm not about to make her do cubicle work." she set her hand on his, "so thank you. I'd say you're a saint but it's kind of pointless when you actually are one."
"I was gonna say," she said with a pout. "I won't. I've got my phone, so if something happens, god forbid, I'll call." She kissed her sister goodbye, then waved to Anthony and left for the store.
He shrugged and smiled. "I wanted to surprise you, it seemed like a good idea. I called ahead to make sure you were going to be here. I am the sneaky Saint."
He wrapped an arm around her after she sat back down. "You're welcome. Honestly, it'll be great to have the help and the company. It's pretty basic filing, data entry, that kind of thing. And yes, cubicle work is boring and pretty soul-crushing, so I understand why you'd want her to avoid that." He squeezed her hand. "And you're a good sister for helping her out, so let's just say we're both awesome people, how's that sound?"
She smirked at him, "I'll take the compliment coming from you. Hard to argue when a Saint says you're pretty alright." she was growing more at ease with him being so old and so important. Poseidon was never one she felt this way around him. Him she just wanted to stab with something rusty.
"And consider me surprised. Pleasantly so. My point of breathing remains." She leaned into his embrace and gave him a coy look. "Now I think you should kiss me." She nodded. "Seeing I haven't seen you in forever and I've missed you."
"Well, this Saint thinks you're a lovely person, so there," he said, smiling at her. And he really did, the fact that she was mortal wasn't important, what was important were all the things he loved about her.
"Good, then it worked," he beamed. "And don't worry, I will, I was this close to running myself into the ground. Someone would have come by and found an Anthony-husk sitting at my desk. And that wouldn't have been a pretty sight."
He nodded solemnly, his eyes gleaming. "As you wish," he said, leaning in and kissing her again. "I'll try not to go so long without seeing you again. I've missed you too."
She chuckled, "it's nice to hear that. It soothes my pride." Smiling she set her hand on his leg. "I know I fuss and you're like a million years older then me but I have a son. It makes me mothery. And no it wouldn't have. Not that I don't understand why you do it. I like how you want to save the world. But it's big and not even a Saint can fix all of it."
She smiled into the kiss and set her other hand on his cheek. "hmm. More kissing less talking." With a smile she went to kiss him again
He grinned. "Then I'll be sure to tell you early and often," he replied. "It also has the lovely added benefit of being true."
"Hey, I'm not saying that's a bad thing. Lord knows I need it sometimes. I just want to help as many people as I can, because I feel that's why I was brought back in the first place. But, like you said, I'm just one Saint. I'm not Superman."
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He missed being with her like this, just the two of them, nothing to do and nowhere to be. It was too rare lately, but he hoped to change that.
She was happy to keep the kiss until she got too tempted t continue. Thankfully she recalled Anthony's desires and her son coming home soon. Smiling she pulled back and set her hand on his cheek. "I'm really fond of you. I haven't felt this nice in a long time. OR ever." She smiled, "And I couldn't take Louis Lane so I'm glad you're not Superman."