Adelaide Harrington (__ididitmyway) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-02-17 03:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-24, adelaide, daniel |
take a long walk off a short pier
Who: Adelaide & Daniel
Where: Amazing Grace
When: Afternoon
The oven had ding!-ed, the muffins had cooled (a small batch; she was testing a theory) and Adelaide had whipped off that silly sorta-plastic-sorta-not pinafore, giving its pseudo-50’s print the usual raised eyebrow. “Only dull women have immaculate houses”, indeed. Hers was immaculate everywhere but the three-foot-square space she was working in and she’d like to meet the soul to tell her she was boring to her face. She had a readied open palm for the back of their head to tell them otherwise. Vaguely aware that she was distracting herself with the meaningless and wasn’t paying any attention to what she was eating, the angel turned her mind back to the muffin she was chewing over. An unimpressed frown etched itself into her brow and she dropped the remainder of the muffin onto a plate rather unceremoniously. “Need more nutmeg,” she informed it with a flip of her wrist, like her not finishing it right this second might’ve caused some sort of insult. Christ, no; it was fine. For someone else. It just needed more nutmeg. The rest she piled onto a larger plate, like a shop window display or something and left them to settle.
And that... left her with nothing to do, unless she really wanted to go and restock all the ingredients she had just used to make muffins she was dissatisfied with. Strangely enough, she really didn’t. If she continued to simply stand there as she was, though, she would end up slowly rearranging the things around her until she had somehow moved on to rearrange to furniture. Idle hands were the Devil’s playground, and Adelaide would have none of it.
What began as an excursion (by way of the blocked off E Main and Hamilton St, because even angels get curious and she didn’t trust the news) to possibly-maybe replenish her baking ingredients became just a little sidetracked, however. Firstly by one particularly obnoxious demonic-blooded teenager who needed to be told what was what and where they needed to take it and then by something further off the beaten track. Well that was a lie. Amazing Grace was right on the beaten track, it was just completely out of her way. As much as she resented the fact it just wasn’t possible for her to know that was there, for the sport of something that existed just to spite both her and mankind and not be drawn to it. She had an inherent need to lay her hands on it and tear it apart.
A lot of Virtues might have taken issue with her feelings on the matter, but those Virtues were clearly not hers.
Those machines with the giant wrecking balls on them. Had she been able to lay her hands on one of those and bless it before actually pulling up outside what was rather laughingly called a church, Adelaide might’ve found whatever followed that more satisfying. Entertaining too, but, even as she started to bless the ground that she knew to be truly damned, she’d hate for people to think she was shaking the beehive just for kicks. No, this had a very specific purpose. Feeling the blessing seal, she stepped back a little and shifted her weight onto one heel, staring hard at the building. Know you’re in there. She could play the Waiting Game easily, but given enough time and she was going to start growing roses.