|Damien Thorn (sonofajackal) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2009-06-19 17:08:00
|Entry tags:||damien thorn, eve|
Who: The Damien doubles [open to Eve, W&H]
When: June 19th, early evening
Where: Wolfram and Hart
What: Making arrangements to send back his AU self.
Status: In Progress
The two identical antichrists strolled through the front doors of the building. Well.. mostly identical. The alternate Damien was wearing blue shirt and dark slacks, and his hair was slightly different.. while the other one wore the usual all-black attire. They were walking closely together, arm in arm, linked together. One had an arm on the other's shoulder as they came in, and were smiling about something. An outsider would think they were some sort of couple.
It was almost as if they didn't want to part ways just yet. But at the same time, they also knew it had to be this way. Two of the same person, no matter how similar or different, or as fun as they could be.. they just simply could not co-exist in this city. Or even this universe. So they had decided to enjoy the short time that they had. Scorpius had joined them the night before. Although, something seemed a bit off about him. Different. Detached. He enjoyed it, yes, but.. something was odd. And the boy had slept for most of the day, not really seeming too active until the sun had set.
Oh well, they would not worry about it. It was kind of late in the game to worry about such things anyway, so it was best to get on with the business of what had to be done. The twins wouldn't mind yet one more go, but.. it also wouldn't be too bad if they did not. So they approached the desk.
The woman smiled back. "Oh! You two are brothers? I recognize Damien, so the other would be..."
"Damien," the one in the blue said with a smirk. "Same guy, different worlds. It's a bit complicated. I'm sure it's written in one of your memos somewhere."
The woman paused, as though confused, but then simply nodded. "Right, of course. So how can I help you two upstanding, attractive men tonight."
The one in black smirked. "Well, I can think of a few ways.."
The antichrist in blue sighed. "Sorry, ma'am. You sort of walked into that one." He chuckled, then seemed serious. "We have an appointment. Or rather... that one does, as he is a client here. He has an appointment."
"That's right," Damien said with a nod. "I was told by Eve to bring him here. That's all I can say on the subject. If you could tell her that we are here, that would help move things along." He watched then, as he saw the receptionist dial her phone and send the message....