Everything about the opening ceremonies for the new Family and Life Support Center is tastefully coordinated in order to appeal to a wide variety of supporters and clientele both
( Read more... )
Bajian Li is swearing furiously under his breath as he and the rest of the team strain to hear what's going on, navigating through the unnatural darkness by kinesthetic sense, sound, and sheer determination.
But it's the strange fiery flickers from the stage which give him the clue he needs, at last.
A few more desperate seconds, and then--
Light.
Magnesium hisses as Li lights the first flare, sending an arc of harsh, spitting white fire from his hand. He throws it into the aisle, already lighting a second, then a third, while the lieutenant beside him screams,
"We have visual, we have visual-- the Senator's down! Repeat, Tam is down-- go, go, go!"
"Have I seen reason?" he asks, opening the door behind Crowley.
"I told you, you trust too easily." He slips out before Crowley can protest, adding, "Anyway, how come the one who just had his neck removed is buying the drinks?"
"Stress," Crowley reasons, sliding out behind Raguel, and checking the coast, left-right.
"And I don't trust too easily," he adds, calmly. "I just knew you'd see reason."
(hush, hush, Bright One) And now, Crowley is too close; and too close, with Raguel, means within range. Crowley is within range, and the pistol full of holy water lies discarded behind them, and the remnants of Raguel's fire are crackling off him in ways as invisible, and as thickly palpable, as the residual heat in the air around him, and it's almost, tantalisingly, a dare. But it's not. I trust who I trust.
(and soon you'll have wings) "I know you have seen reason."
(hush now) Crowley smiles, a little bit, and the sliver of what shines through looks hardly out of place on him at all.
(still now) "Because you believe in redemption."
(we'll go home)
"I trust you can find your way out without getting shot?"
He gives a start at Crowley's proximity - almost like old times, he thinks, before he cuts that thought out as efficiently and completely as possible.
"I guess," he says, shrugging uncomfortably, but of course he's not talking about finding his way out.
"See you, then."
Mine, he thinks, trying the word out as Crowley turns toward the melee at the foot of the stage. It seems to settle comfortably there, given Crowley's bizarre concept of ownership.
Satisfied, Raguel slinks back into the enveloping shadows, steps sideways, and disappears. A moment later, the rhythmic beat of wings is lost in the noise of the crowd.
But it's the strange fiery flickers from the stage which give him the clue he needs, at last.
A few more desperate seconds, and then--
Light.
Magnesium hisses as Li lights the first flare, sending an arc of harsh, spitting white fire from his hand. He throws it into the aisle, already lighting a second, then a third, while the lieutenant beside him screams,
"We have visual, we have visual-- the Senator's down! Repeat, Tam is down-- go, go, go!"
Reply
"Thanks," he replies instead, wearily, and then blinks at the absurdity of what just came out of his mouth.
" - Why did I just say that? You owe me a drink. And I knew you'd see reason, anyway."
Reply
"I told you, you trust too easily." He slips out before Crowley can protest, adding, "Anyway, how come the one who just had his neck removed is buying the drinks?"
Reply
"And I don't trust too easily," he adds, calmly. "I just knew you'd see reason."
(hush, hush, Bright One)
And now, Crowley is too close; and too close, with Raguel, means within range. Crowley is within range, and the pistol full of holy water lies discarded behind them, and the remnants of Raguel's fire are crackling off him in ways as invisible, and as thickly palpable, as the residual heat in the air around him, and it's almost, tantalisingly, a dare. But it's not. I trust who I trust.
(and soon you'll have wings)
"I know you have seen reason."
(hush now)
Crowley smiles, a little bit, and the sliver of what shines through looks hardly out of place on him at all.
(still now)
"Because you believe in redemption."
(we'll go home)
"I trust you can find your way out without getting shot?"
Reply
"I guess," he says, shrugging uncomfortably, but of course he's not talking about finding his way out.
"See you, then."
Mine, he thinks, trying the word out as Crowley turns toward the melee at the foot of the stage. It seems to settle comfortably there, given Crowley's bizarre concept of ownership.
Satisfied, Raguel slinks back into the enveloping shadows, steps sideways, and disappears. A moment later, the rhythmic beat of wings is lost in the noise of the crowd.
Reply
Leave a comment