Raphael Theo Mandros sits near a window, his arms folded on a table. Near his elbow is a half-filled cup of tea, steam still rising from the liquid, and a still warm tea pot. In front of him is an open book (a book of poetry - Lord Byron, this time around), which lay forgotten on "When We Two Parted." The room is dimly lit by a single lamp - ( Read more... )

*A book is left open somewhere, with a folded note left between the pages - somewhere that Lucifer might be able to find it, if he were observant enough (though, perhaps out of shame and indecision, Raphael has placed the book in such a way that it is half out of sight, even unnoticeable, so that if Lucifer wanted to ignore it he could do so ( Read more... )

*[as a result of this post] Raphael lounges on a chair, his legs swung over the arm rest and his head resting on the other arm rest; on a table beside him is a tall glass of ouzo. He takes a long drag on a cigarette and insolently blows smoke rings at the ceiling. After a moment, he smirks and mutters dryly ( Read more... )