doctorfeelgreat (doctorfeelgreat) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-03-29 20:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-10-03, odin |
Dark wings, dark words
Who: Odin and his familiar Muninn
When: Afternoon, after this and before and during this
Where: The D'Ambray house
So far, having a familiar had proven to be great. Not only did they help bridge the communication gap between the siblings, giving the Commodore ample time to rest, they also came with all sorts of advice - and they knew their charges so well. Odin was amazed.
It had been Muninn’s idea to accompany Odin to the bathroom so the angel could have a much-needed shower and not have an accident with the visions that would undoubtedly break into his mind whenever he touched a shampoo bottle. Odin had been hesitant at first, but eventually the raven managed to convince him. It had also been his idea to have Odin wear fine surgeon gloves to minimize vision income, provided the angel could get more or less used to the constant ones from the gloves themselves. Seeing as he had been able to do so with his clothing, Odin didn’t think this would be a challenge. Now he found himself enjoying a long dreamed about hot steamy shower while the raven was perched up on the towel rack across from the shower booth. ’So this lady you keep thinking about; Bella. Tell me about her.’ the raven began. Before Odin could protest Muninn retorted that it was his job to keep his charge from succumbing to his visions, and he found that conversation might be the best way.
“She’s amazing. Beautiful, lovely, smart, with a great heart.” Odin smiled dreamily. “Everything I see of her past is filled with light, even the bad parts. She was brought to this world to help heal it, and...well you know me. You know how I respond to all that I have just described.”
’She does sound, dare I say it, too good to be true?’ questioned the raven, giving Odin pause. Of course she did. Which was why it was only fitting that she was... ’Human. Perfectly normal, short life-spanned human.’ If Odin hadn’t been upset while also fighting off a vision about shampoo bottles in unsavoury body cavities, he would have remarked on how amazing it was that his familiar and him already finished each other’s sentences.
“And she doesn’t know I’m an angel.” Odin added, deflated. “We have only been on two dates, I didn’t have the courage to tell her. It’s...it’s complicated.”
‘That might be a slight understatement. Unless you intend on merely having some fun, which it doesn’t sound like you do, it most definitely is complicated. Are you ever going to tell her?’
“Eventually, of course.” said the angel, who was taking twice as long closing both faucets than usual. The discussion about telling Bella his true nature brought on a more urgent thought, and as he pulled the towel off the rack and stepped out of the shower, Odin gasped. “I need to let her know about this!”
’About your present condition? I should hope so, you have already gone five days without communication once, I don’t think it’s advisable for you to do so again.’
Odin paused, dripping head-to-toe with the towel half wrapped around his waist. He gave the raven a look, one eyebrow raised. “You just pulled that all out of my head.”
’Think of me as a much cheaper much more versatile therapist. They are sound boxes, and so are we.’ Said Muninn pleasantly. Odin simply sighed, now only slightly less drippy. There was still the matter of how to contact Bella while completely averse to touching anything electronic - or otherwise, really. Unless… ’No.’
Odin raised his head with a smirk. “No, what?”
’I will not text your girlfriend for you, I don’t even fully understand texting and I most certainly do not want to do it on your behalf, with your voice. And let us not bring into this my opinion on how foolish it is that you are with this lady under false pretenses and aptly ignoring that any future with her will be one of heartbreak for you and her with difference solely on how long that will last. The answer is no.’
That last part had been very harsh and Odin closed his eyes, sighing at how it was all true. He needed to speak to Orion about this though, since clearly a newly awakened raven wasn’t his best option. “I thought you were supposed to aid me in every way I needed, Muninn.” Odin thought he might be pouting, but there was no way to know for sure, as the mirror was entirely fogged up. “You would simply press the keys with your marvelous beak and type exactly what I tell you to.”
The raven was clearly considering it, judging by the resounding and long drawn “hmmmmmmmmmmmm” sound. A full minute later, when Odin was good and dry and about to move to his bedroom, Muninn flew closer. ’Very well, I shall write this missive for you.’ he acceded as they both made their way to Odin’s bedroom. Once there, Odin pointed to his phone, carelessly dropped onto his dresser. While searching for fresh underwear and clothing Odin gave quick instructions on how Muninn should go about typing that text, and then send it.
The bird was not handling the shift between capitals and lowercase well. However, Odin only realized this after Muninn had sent the first text.
“Oh God what a mess. The change back to lowercase is automatic what are you doing?!”
’I thought you needed to press the button again, I apologize.’
“What? I am ever yours?! Muninn this is the 21st century you can’t sign a text message like that!”
’Then how on Earth would I sign something you send to a lady?’
“XOXO. Just that, and then my name.”
’...Is this what they mean when they say a language is a living thing ever evolving? Because it sounds more like it is devolving.’ The angel sighed. ’Either way, I just sent your lady another message to correct the mistake.’
“You did what?!” Odin picked up the phone abruptly and was immediately assaulted by a vision of somebody being bludgeoned to death with it. “Ahhh! Oh God.”
’Put that down you fool! Will she reply?’
“Eventually, I hope.” Odin, now at least half dressed, climbed onto bed. That vision was going to be hard to get over. The incoming message tone came right after he got comfortable, and he raised his head from his pillow expectantly. “What’s she saying?”
’Your lady asks if you need anything, ‘ Said the raven, just before the tone sounding again. ’Oh! And she asks if...anyone is...typing for you.’
Odin shot upward into the seating position. “She can’t know it’s you. Can’t know I have a familiar, I’m supposed to be a mere psychic and psychics don’t have familiars.” The familiar looked at his charge and ruffled its feathers as if to ask ‘then what?’ Odin thought for a moment, then widened his gaze as an idea illuminated his brain. “Tell her I’m using the text-to-speech function. Which I should have done, by the way.”
’And what do I say about the other question she posed?’ Odin told him what to say, and the raven looked up from the phone, staring intently at his charge. ’I am not typing that. A hug? You want to ask for a hug?’ Odin promptly recited the speech in which Muninn had sworn to assist him with anything he might need, including in the personal sphere. Muninn seemed to sigh, then accede to his master’s demands. A ways into the message the raven announced he appeared to have disabled the capitals function outright.
“Oh, nevermind that.” Odin was too tired to care at this point.
A few more minutes passed before Bella replied again. And yet again Odin asked Muninn to type out an elaborate (and, according to the raven cheesy) message.
“I miss her!” He protested, getting back up on his feet to finish getting dressed. “So I will ‘steal her away’ when I’m better and I want her to know that.” He reasoned.
’You say she has a bird familiar?’ Asked Muninn in a tone that sounded to Odin quite like human interest in another person.
“...Yes? Why?” The raven elected to ignore the question and type the message. When Odin asked to read it he realized that this time he had brought back the capitalization...for all letters. Odin noticed as well that there were a few embellishments alluding to Muninn and Huginn’s arrival...as well as an addendum about Flora. “Well isn’t this just like 101 dalmatians, with the pets dating while the human do too?”
’Except you’re not strictly speaking human and I am not your pet.’ Came Muninn’s firm voice.
“We are never doing this again.” Said Odin, sighing as he slumped back down on his bed.