Jared Moore (_semperfidelis) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-03-10 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-12, dominic |
& if I told you once, I won't tell you twice
Who: Dominic & Jared
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak
When: After sundown
All this talk of angels. It was weird. Jared couldn’t be certain what he actually thought about it. When he actually bothered to make the effort to take it all into consideration, his thoughts on the matter were quite torn. Or at least, they did not add up to one uniform reaction. Part of him wasn’t sure he cared about it past his wondering if purely angelic blood would have a more satisfactory effect on him than human-angelic blood. Because really? He needed that shit and he wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. The rest of him was headbutting the wall because he was screwed enough already without someone adding things to the supernatural hierarchy. Seriously now, could the world just hold on a goddamn moment while he played catch-up? He was already behind enough on his metaphorical studies without someone adding things into the mix. Things that would probably want to kill him, now that he thought about it. The demons wanting Gabriels dead made sense; all of them were angelic blooded once upon a time. It was one of the better reasons he carried a gun. The more he dwelled on it, the more sense it made for angels to want them dead too. Well, shit. Guess I’ll have to be more careful about the wings. Which brought him back to the question of just how much did he really care? There was an arguably counterproductive kind of pride he had in being a Gabriel. Chances were he’d gotten it from Rae. Rae, who had too much damn pride to admit she’d been injured despite knowing he’d smell the blood a mile off. That and, you know, when she finally did emerge, the limp had been noticeable. Something had been broken somewhere.
Where was he again? Besides the middle of the road. Scooting over onto the sidewalk, Jared stared into the oncoming traffic he was not getting hit by this time. The last time had been amusing, after a fashion, but he’d rather not repeat that performance unless it was going to be another bible-bashing moron who thought he was an angel. Just less with the dreaming about me and shit. A shoulder barged into him, not as hard an impact as it would have been had he been human, and unfortunately for the person responsible Jared’s reaction wasn’t pleasant. He had enough on his plate without being forced to notice the cattle. With a firm grip on the man’s - boy’s - jaw, he briefly considered breaking it before he caught the scent of a wolf on the air. He wasn’t up for crime intervention. Pushing the breather away from him - if he fell and hit his head, then he should have watched where he was going - Jared stuck his hands in his pockets. Hopefully, that canine wouldn’t be too much of a pain in the ass.