St. Barachiel ≁ Chiara Baratti (fiorebianco) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-18 23:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | barachiel, george, sebastian |
Day will break and I'll wake--
Who: Barachiel, St. Sebastian and George
What: True to her word, there will be a real cake for the boys to eat.
When: Early Saturday afternoon
Where: The newlyweds' place
Warning: Lots of delicious. And cute, hopefully.
The phone call had come the afternoon before, inquiring of a good time to come with the promise of something considerably more edible than a maggot-infested wedding cake. Barachiel had most of the ingredients in her kitchen already, save for a cake topper, and so she'd spent much of the previous evening with busy hands and an apron hanging from her neck. The outcome was somewhat less desirable than hoped, but she had always been a perfectionist to some degree.
Her mind was surprisingly clear on the taxi ride to their flat, devoid of any thoughts from the week that had just ended. It was pointless to discuss the marriage when she had already made her feelings on it known, and to further prolong their distress was counter-productive. No one had any right to deprive others of their happiness, even if it didn't please them. Opinions were only opinions, and it was not fair for them to have any bearing on Sebastian and George's relationship. Joan of Arc had also expressed her desolation, and Barachiel had to see to it that at least one of them could be approached with some unconditional, and possibly needed, love.
Being on the slim side had its benefits, but still her muscles failed to find joy in carrying boxes for too long. When the angel reached their door, she paused, torn between placing the box on the floor and knocking with her hand, or knocking with her knee. The latter option seemed too strange, and so the former it was.