mm_clare (mm_clare) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-05-19 15:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | cambion, ricky |
Rooftops; Tuseday afternoon; Cambion and OTA
There was a bored half-demon on the roof, in human form, chain-smoking his favoured Black Sobranie cigarettes and flicking them off the side of the building onto the people walking past below. He was sulking. Cambion in a sulk was quite a thing to see. And to feel - the air atop the building veritably crackled with that dry, electric feeling that comes just before a storm. He was pissed, and he didn't mind who knew it.
She'd just. . . gone! Poof, just like that, his sister had moved out of the Manor and left him. Fine, so she'd hardly been there in forever, and she'd actually been moving out over a few weeks, but she was finally gone, keys handed over, everything taken, never to return. Great. He knew he wasn't welcome to follow her - and it's not like he wanted to anyway! He was perfectly fine where he was, thanks very much. Fine. Completely.
He threw the latest cigarette off the roof and it descended to the ground in a lazy spiral. Going to light the next one, he found that the pack was empty - and that followed the butt, with a growled curse on the manufacturers of fine tobacco products. He plunged his fists deep into the pockets of his brown slacks, stuck out his lower lip, and glowered at the pedestrians below.