doctorfeelgreat (doctorfeelgreat) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-02-07 23:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-10-03, cels, odin, orion |
Quoth the Raven(s): Caw Caw Motherfuckers
Who: Odin, Orion, Cels and the twins' brand new familiars!
Where: The D'Ambray house - the living room
When: Morning
Picture this: Three angels, all majestic and wondrous, the very model of celestial light...completely off their rocker in various ways. An angel who cannot touch anyone or anything without being assaulted by several degrees of horrible visions, another who couldn't very well open his eyes at the moment - for when he did, he saw things as if they all had the same color patterns as a peacock mantis shrimp, only with more neon - and finally a telepath who had gone completely and totally deaf. Communication in the D'Ambray household had never been so difficult - not even when there had been teenagers in the mix. As it stood, Odin couldn't speak to Cels because he couldn't pick up a pen and write, and neither could Orion because he could probably not see the pad, or the pen, or the letters. And she couldn't hear but oh, she could speak - loudly. It was just a shame neither one of them could answer her properly. Odin had taken to making faces and gesturing to his sister in response, and Orion had started using Odin as an interface. It was now very common for Orion to tell Odin to gesture something to Cels.
Odin, for the most part, had decided to keep his hands rolled up into fists as much as possible, and most of the time they were held up in the air where they could touch nothing but, well, air. And over twenty-four hours ago he had also began wearing the closest thing to a gloved onesie he could muster up from his own clothing. His highest socks, tightest tracksuit pants, longest hooded shirt (tucked under the pants) and gloves with the shirt sleeves tucked under them as well. His hood was always up, too. After a while he had seen every possible vision the clothes could offer and he was more or less used to its horribleness. It was almost - almost - manageable.
Right now his biggest concern was that he hadn't been able to tell Bella about any of this. After their wonderful date spending five more days without saying anything might just make her mad. Bella was a lovely, patient woman, but everybody had their limits and Odin had already nearly crossed that line once before. Now that he was almost past screaming and grabbing his face and wanting to claw his eyes out, he needed to find a way to pass a message onto her somehow.