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Ariel ([info]defectedfromgod) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2010-07-22 23:21:00

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Entry tags:ariel, princess

WHO: Ariel and Princess
WHAT: Escape plans
WHERE: Chez Winchester to start
WHEN: After Mephisto's warning to Ariel, before any giant stuff happens
WARNINGS: I highly doubt it.



He'd managed the tube train out to the district of London where Princess lived, and now was walking down her street. The sky was dark, possibly preparing to rain, but it didn't matter to him. He knew what he was about, at least for now.

For hours after Mephistopheles had disappeared, he'd considered the singular meeting. He'd been unsure what to do or what to think. Eventually, though, he'd decided that there was no reason for the demon to have lied. If something was going to happen, and Mephisto had ill will, all he would have had to do was say nothing. And Ariel had no doubt that something was going to happen, somehow.

The Winchester house soon appeared from amongst the clouds, and he walked up the drive just as the sky cracked in half with lightning. He rang the bell, hoping the hour wasn't too late. He was already nervous, but somehow, it wasn't the terror he lived with on a daily basis. It was the sort of nervousness he felt when trying something new. This could be the most amazing thing he'd possibly ever done.



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[info]defectedfromgod
2010-07-23 05:16 am UTC (link)
He appreciated her daintiness, her elegance and femininity. She was very much a lady without being too retiring, and he admired that. Or at least, what he'd seen of it so far. "Please, if you don't mind, tell him to speak to me if he has any questions; it's the least I could do." He smiled, though, handing her a garment that had slipped from her hand. "There's so much I would love to know about you. And I don't mean your history as a puzzle-box."

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