Post by Duvaindir Tirnel on May 2, 2015 5:02:28 GMT
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The air was brisk but fresh, the night rather nice considering it had rained only an hour or two earlier. It was nights like this when he could count on his business partner to take care of Paradise Lost and allow him a break that he loved most. Duvaindir loved being a part of PL and watching his patrons relax completely without worry. However, he’d come to enjoy his time on Earth most when he simply roamed wherever he wished. Watching people, humans and supernaturals alike, go about their daily lives without necessarily having to intervene in them. A part of him could now understand what some of his comrades had meant when they spoke about the beauty of Earth and her denizens. As though to make that exact point, a small family of four passed in front of him and he watched as the two children talked excitedly about what they’d seen from the observation deck in the Empire State Building.
It pulled a small smile from his lips and coaxed an idea from the back of his mind as he paused in his steps for a second. In all his time at New York he hadn’t actually visited the second most famous building within the infamous city and he was rather curious about it. Changing course slightly, Dove headed towards the rather tall building, a small smile on his lips as he did so.
He truly should set his sights on visiting all the important and famous places within the large city seeing as for the past four years it had been his home. Then again it was of no fault of his that it’d taken him so long to actually start exploring New York and everything the place had to offer. After all, for the first year and a half he’d been devoted to getting Paradise Lost built literally underground and mostly hidden away. Then his time was spent on getting a capable staff before the Grand Opening of the night club devoted to a very specific audience. For that audience he’d had to dedicate more of his time being consumed with getting the word out through whispers and rumors instead of signs and advertisements seeing as only the Elite and VIP would come to Paradise Lost. After all, it was an underground club that they could actually relax in and not worry about their secrets getting out.
When he’d finally gotten enough steady patrons and their financials were under control, four years had come and gone…not that he had minded. As had been stated he loved PL and many of his guests couldn’t understand why someone so seemingly innocent like him wanted a club like that. It rather amused him and his staff but he never answered their questions, simply giving them a secretive smile before bidding them farewell.
As he entered the Empire State Building the glamoured weight upon his back reminded him of just how not innocent he really was. Is wings…he’d woken that afternoon and upon getting ready, noticed another of is silver feathers had turned black. It had been crushing to see and had prompted him to call his business partner asking for him to watch over the club in his stead which the other had been more than happy to do. His staff tended to think he was a bit of a workaholic…not that they were wrong. The silver haired angel’s feet carried him forward as he mixed with the crowd effortlessly after buying his ticket, following as he heard the words ‘observational deck’.
For a moment, Dove wondered how Samael was doing and if his brother was handling the position of lone Chief alright. They had always been a pair, always together and walking the same path. When the first step happened, Samael had insisted he hide the changes however was necessary. Dove was not a coward or a liar however—or at least he hadn’t been—and he’d refused even if within he’d been a terrified mess. He’d always have a wall around him and his emotions during those days to separate him from the rest in order to protect himself.
Perhaps that was why he found his time on Earth so much more peaceful.
Duvaindir blinked when he was suddenly hit by brisk air and he noticed they’d made it to the Main Deck without him really noticing. It took only a few strides before he was leaning against the gate, looking out over the city lit up in all its glory. He relished in how high up they were without the use of flight and a small smile curled his lips once more before his thoughts turned inward once more.
He wondered if his brethren was looking down at them right now…That thought brought up the reminder of the Seraph that had approached him with a choice. A choice he still did not know the answer to as he stood looking out over the dark sky dimly lit by a mix of stars and city lights in thoughtful silence.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 8:44:45 GMT
we're just savages hidden behind shirts ties and marriages The world was a fascinating place, to say the very least. Alluring, dynamic, revolutionary -- whatever one chose to call it, it all boiled down to fascination in the end. Pale blue eyes swept up the street that he was walking and up the famed Empire State Building, his pace even and his strides purposeful. Ah, now there was history in that one, history that he had been around to witness. He had been to New York a number of times in the past, though his usual haunts before recent years had primarily tended to center around Europe.
Still, he remembered being in the United States briefly during the latter end of the 1920's, remembered hearing about the plans for what was to be America's tallest building at that time and then seeing it raised from the ground up with construction concluding in the very beginnings of the 1930's. But enough with the history lesson -- he wasn't at the first of his two jobs, and it wasn't as if he was a history teacher to begin with in the first place. It was on a whim that he was here in the first place, but he supposed that was what Friday nights were for. With the cafe closed up for the night and his presence not required at the crack of dawn at the academy, he could afford to be out a bit later than usual.
The same whims were the ones that led him to the observation deck -- how the city skyline had changed since the past several decades. Sometimes, it was almost terrifying, how quickly man procured change. Terrifying and mystifying, but that was part of what made the world so endlessly surprising when he least expected it to be. Surprising, because it certainly did do that just now -- he was the last person that Royce expected to see here. And yet there he was. Camael. There were some faces he simply didn't forget, even if he hadn't seen them in what was quite a long while. "Well, look at you, showing up when I least expect it," Royce breathed. "Some things don't change, do they now?" tagged • Duvaindir Tirnel_ notes • there isn't that much to note in this post, no really, there isn't TEMPLATE & MESSY CODE © POMME • FEEL FREE TO USE IF YOU CAN NAVIGATE ALL THE CODE |
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Post by Duvaindir Tirnel on May 2, 2015 14:35:10 GMT
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It wasn’t uncommon to lose himself to his thoughts and get sucked into them and thus he had been at that point when he caught the voice. It was rather close and he’d simply thought whoever it was, was speaking with someone else but the voice made his eyebrows furrow at how familiar it sounded. Without thinking he tilted his head a little to glance in the direction and see if maybe he recognized the face of whoever it was but he got a bit of a surprise. He was suddenly staring into the bluest eyes and he blinked a few times, leaning back slightly to take the person watching him.
Oh this couldn't possibly…
A slow smile curled his lips as he recognized the person in front of him after the surprise had melted away. Ramiel. Well this was certainly something he hadn’t been expecting but it was a pleasant surprise all the same and he murmured teasingly, “Well you always did say you liked my surprises~” He chuckled warmly and his smile became warmer as he took in his old friend and a small pang of guilt shot through him. He’d purposefully had stopped remaining in contact with the Fallen Angel this past century even though before that they’d regularly go in and out of contact. It suddenly felt like forever since they’d just sat down and spoke which he internally admitted was completely his fault.
“How are you, old friend? This was certainly an unexpected but pleasant surprise.” Dove stated with some amusement in his tone, turning fully with his back to the glowing city below. Life seemed to be doing Ramiel—No, it was probably a different name now—well with how he looked. “Still playing babysitter to those wonderfully behaved children I gather?” There was a cheeky note in his voice as he asked about his teaching job in a way that would clearly make it known he was making fun of Royce and found it amusing. It had been a long time since the last time he’d teased the slightly younger male, their last talk when he’d visited Earth to execute a particularly nasty demon rising had been a rather serious one after all. He hadn’t stayed long either…he rarely ever did seeing as he was always summoned back by the Dominions. Even during those days there had been whispers about his possible turning for consorting with a Fallen but he’d ignored it.
Now he’d been here to stay, even acquiring an alias for himself after his decision to stay in New York City and build Paradise Lost. His head cocked to the side curiously, distractedly brushing away strands of silver hair from his gold eyes to take in his friends form. His own form appearing many years younger but still slightly older than the form he’d formerly taken while residing in heaven. A young man in his mid to late twenties with not a wrinkle or sign of age on him except his silver hair that he always passed off as being from his Albino heritage. Ramiel’s form was different though, older and with hints of age with it just as he’d remembered it had been when they’d begun to meet inconsistently. Somethings truly didn’t change…but maybe he had changed more than his friend would ever know, especially if he had any say in the matter.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 2:29:32 GMT
we're just savages hidden behind shirts ties and marriages "That has indeed not changed either." It really hadn't -- though they had not spoken for an entire century or so, he did not leave behind those whom he considered truly friends. Camael was one of those people, and so the former dominion still regarded him with that same sense of camaraderie that he had before. There were very few angels that had been willing to speak with him toward the end of his descent into falling, so the fact that Camael had been more than willing speak with him about seemingly everything under the sun and moon and stars had left a lasting impression on Royce.
With a bit of a slight smile that was accompanied by a soft exhale, Royce said, "About as well as I've always been, as usual." Which meant that life was good, or at least in a state that he was adequately content with. Be cast to the Earth with no rite to entry back into heaven could have treated him far worst for sure. As for "playing babysitter", however, that in itself was quite the adventure sometimes -- almost daily, if he really thought about it. "Well, I cannot say that all of them are well-behaved," he continued with a light laugh.
Frost blue eyes settled over on the silver angel again, and Royce turned to the other and said, "And you? What have you been up to these past hundred years or so?" A hundred years was, to humans, a lot of time. A blink of an eye for him, but he could imagine what a long time it must seem like if most died before they even met their first century. "Just a visit this time? Or have they sent you for a longer stint?" There was always that when it came to Camael -- to Royce's knowledge, the other never stayed in the realm of men for long. tagged • Duvaindir Tirnel_ notes • there isn't that much to note in this post, no really, there isn't TEMPLATE & MESSY CODE © POMME • FEEL FREE TO USE IF YOU CAN NAVIGATE ALL THE CODE |
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Post by Duvaindir Tirnel on May 4, 2015 13:33:45 GMT
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Dove chuckled at the other male’s words of him liking his surprises not changing. The now silver angel had never understood why people had refused to speak to the dominion after everything happened and he’d begun his decent. He could still remember their conversations and how they’d spoken about so much that he had never touched base on. It was mildly amusing really…considering before that they had only ever interacted to give and receive orders. He’d been a tool for the Dominion nothing more and so there had never been need of an interaction. However, after his doubt began to creep up and then a particular duty had left him questioning the justification he’d found himself in front of a falling Ramiel and things took off from there.
He was glad for it as well.
The silver angel watched a slight smile curl the fallen’s lips and an answering one appeared on his own as Ramiel answered. He was happy his friend had found peace and was happy with his life now. There were times when Dove had felt concern for his friend and if he was truly happy. However, he’d never been able to detect a lie from the younger male and had always accepted it. This was one of those times he finally understood and did not worry, instead he simply murmured. “That is good to hear after all these years.” However, he had to laugh himself when the younger spoke about his students and he shook his head in amusement. “Children are a wonder. There is so much energy in them, I cannot fathom how you keep up.” It was hard enough for him to keep up with most of his patrons sometimes he couldn’t imagine taking care of all those little ones.
Duvaindir looked at his friend curiously when he felt those blue eyes settle on him and the other turned to face him. He blinked in mild surprise before turning away, looking out over the deck and out over the city sky line that now glowed dimly with the city lights below it. Dove supposed he should have expected that question to come up, both of them really. For a split second a humorless smile curled his lips before it was gone and he was giving the other a cheeky grin, “I have been enjoying myself quite a bit this past century as I’ve been traveling.” He shook his head slightly, sending silver locks of hair into his eyes for a second before brushing them back as he murmured in amusement, “No, no short visit this time.” He took a step back and gave the other a flourishing bow as he introduced his human self grandly, “Duvaindir Tirnel, owner of Club Paradise Lost at your service.” He straightened and gave the other a playful wink, chuckling slightly at himself before he shrugged, “Although most simply call me Dove.”
The smaller male gave a wry smile as he turned his back to the other, clasping his hands behind him as he spoke. “I suppose you can say I’m on vacation. Some things happened and well…I was instructed to come down here and come back when I was ready.” It was vague but half true nonetheless. Unthinkingly, for a second he unclasped his hands and touched the arm that would have bared an ugly scar if it hadn’t been for their excellent healers.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 6:45:06 GMT
we're just savages hidden behind shirts ties and marriages "Plenty of determination and a certain amount of laying out the facts as they are," Royce replied in regards to how he was managing to keep up with children. Though he supposed being alive for as long as he also afforded him an inherent sense of patience, despite his tendency to want to make sure that things got done as he wanted, when he wanted. It was all about efficiency in the end, the fallen angel supposed. "That being said, I cannot imagine myself with children of my own -- I hardly qualify as material for paternal duties."
Had he? Royce watched the way the expressions flickered across his friend's face. It had been a century -- a century of not hearing hair or hide from the other. Of course, a century passed rather quickly when you had been alive for a little over twenty of them. "As long as you have been doing well," Royce said. "I only wish the best for those I hold in high esteem, as I'm sure you are aware." The mention of what kind of business the other owned had Royce actually raising his eyebrows in surprise -- Paradise Lost was not a name he was unfamiliar with, seeing as how he had been there before himself. He was not a regular, per say, but yes, he'd gone in the underground club -- more than once.
Couldn't exactly have word of that getting out now, could he? Though then again, what business was it to anyone else what he did on his off hours? "Well, a pleasure to meet you in these times, Duvaundir -- Royce London, though I am afraid that I have no nickname I go under these days." Unless one was a student and called him "Mr. London" or whatever other variation of his name there was -- but he'd hardly classify Dove as a student. "If you are here for a while, then I suppose I shall be seeing more of you?" And he smiled that smile that, to those who knew where to look, held all of the calm of an ancient being -- a little nostalgic, but a world of wisdom along with perhaps a touch of amusement that could only come from one so old. "We have quite a number of years of catch-up to do, after all." Ah, yes, a hundred or so years of it, even. tagged • Duvaindir Tirnel_ notes • there isn't that much to note in this post, no really, there isn't TEMPLATE & MESSY CODE © POMME • FEEL FREE TO USE IF YOU CAN NAVIGATE ALL THE CODE |
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