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@birgitteoftheengel
ok fine maybe i DID come back wrong. what are you going to do about it. kill me? put me back in the ground? after all this effort? all this pain and suffering only to find out bringing me back wasn't worth it after all? you worked so hard. are you going to waste all of that just because im not what you wanted? just because i belong only to myself? are you going to let me pick out my own coffin
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angel on the backroads
'Unfortunately, calculus jokes are derivative. Trigonometry jokes are too graphic, algebra jokes can be formulaic. And arithmetic jokes are quite basic.'
'But the occasional statistics joke is an outlier.'
"Geometric jokes do get the occasional round of applause."
"So. It's an chocolate egg. Laid by a... pink bunny."
~Birgitte
"Yeah, pretty much," Clint nodded with a straight face.
@birgitteoftheengel
"I'd prefer a real strawberry..." Birgitte leaned her cheek against the palm of her hand, looking wistful.
"You can pick your own, if you know where to look."
"I think it's a little too early. They are summer's bounty."
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"Is egg hunt for the chocolate eggs or the pink bunny that supposedly laid them?"
~Birgitte
"It's for the eggs but if you bag the Easter Bunny I'll get a pot of hot water on."
"I know you don't believe in Harmageddon, but I suppose you think that in millions of years the Sun will swallow Earth. You wouldn't survive that," Birgitte said, somewhat gloatingly.
"Maybe not. Or maybe the dragon will just fly among the stars for eternity. Me and death. All that's left."
"Same science says there's no eternity. Eventually entropy would scatter all matter so evenly, everything goes still, silent and dark. Even you..." Birgitte's voice cracked a little at the end. Still, silent and dark sounded too much like the place where she went between death and resurrection.
"Well you're a jolly little ray of sunshine this evening arent you? Since when do you believe in science?"
"I don't. But you think it's real. Or are you just picking the parts that suit you, and ignore the rest? Because that wouldn’t be hypocritical at all..." the engel got back on track.
"Is egg hunt for the chocolate eggs or the pink bunny that supposedly laid them?"
~Birgitte
"It's for the eggs but if you bag the Easter Bunny I'll get a pot of hot water on."
"I know you don't believe in Harmageddon, but I suppose you think that in millions of years the Sun will swallow Earth. You wouldn't survive that," Birgitte said, somewhat gloatingly.
"Maybe not. Or maybe the dragon will just fly among the stars for eternity. Me and death. All that's left."
"Same science says there's no eternity. Eventually entropy would scatter all matter so evenly, everything goes still, silent and dark. Even you..." Birgitte's voice cracked a little at the end. Still, silent and dark sounded too much like the place where she went between death and resurrection.
"Is egg hunt for the chocolate eggs or the pink bunny that supposedly laid them?"
~Birgitte
"It's for the eggs but if you bag the Easter Bunny I'll get a pot of hot water on."
"I know you don't believe in Harmageddon, but I suppose you think that in millions of years the Sun will swallow Earth. You wouldn't survive that," Birgitte said, somewhat gloatingly.
"So. It's an chocolate egg. Laid by a... pink bunny."
~Birgitte
"Yeah, pretty much," Clint nodded with a straight face.
@birgitteoftheengel
"I'd prefer a real strawberry..." Birgitte leaned her cheek against the palm of her hand, looking wistful.
"So. It's an chocolate egg. Laid by a... pink bunny."
~Birgitte
"Yeah, pretty much," Clint nodded with a straight face.
@birgitteoftheengel
"Confectionary animals, for sure."
Birgitte sniffed the candy again and took a careful, small bite.
"Oof! So sweet!" she made a face. "I don't think that's cinnamon..."
"You don't have one of the cinnamon ones there." Clint observed. "Those are just vanilla."
"I don't think I want it..." Birgitte set down gingerly rest of the candy.
"Don't like sweet?"
"I like honey, on bread. Or mixed in milk," the engel said.
"Sugar is sweeter than honey. It could be a much if you're not used to it."
"Do you like these, then?"
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"Is egg hunt for the chocolate eggs or the pink bunny that supposedly laid them?"
~Birgitte
"It's for the eggs but if you bag the Easter Bunny I'll get a pot of hot water on."
"Someone not knowing they aren't funny makes them funny? Humour is so strange..."
"But so very fundamental to not going insane."
"At least humour is not a sin," Birgitte noted.
"Well that's a fucking relief, Birgitte," Morgan snorted. "I don't mind going to hell but not for cracking a joke."
"Do you want to enter the kingdom of Heaven?" Birgitte asked, incredulous. "I thought you'd prefer Hell."
"I have no plans to go anywhere."
"Eventually you'll die too."
"Is egg hunt for the chocolate eggs or the pink bunny that supposedly laid them?"
~Birgitte
"It's for the eggs but if you bag the Easter Bunny I'll get a pot of hot water on."
"Someone not knowing they aren't funny makes them funny? Humour is so strange..."
"But so very fundamental to not going insane."
"At least humour is not a sin," Birgitte noted.
"Well that's a fucking relief, Birgitte," Morgan snorted. "I don't mind going to hell but not for cracking a joke."
"Do you want to enter the kingdom of Heaven?" Birgitte asked, incredulous. "I thought you'd prefer Hell."
Birgitte dropped down from the ceiling beam she had perched on, her wings half spread to slow her descend. Mist of dust surrounded her, specks dancing in her halo. The walls of the abandoned church echoed the soft tapping of her feet when she crossed the stone floor to Hel.
"Your sins are too many to count, Helena Huges," the engel said. Her dramatic entrance was somewhat spoiled by the fact that she was upon closer inspection short of stature and scrawny. Standing close to Hel, Birgitte was forced to crane her neck to look up. But she didn't let that stop her from scowling in disapproval.
"Right now I think you are planning on desecrating the sanctum and theft."
The smile that threatened to appear on Helena's face could almost be viewed as soft. That was why she endeavoured to suppress it, lips pursed, hiding the amusement.
'Well,' she took a confident step towards Birgitte and in a swift sleight of hand demonstrated an object, expertly snatched out of the belt purse. 'You're late with the accusations.' In her fingers, she was twirling a round thing, roughly the size of a jar cap. It resembled a marble maze in design. 'This is all I've found.' She lowered the disc a tad for the other to see.
'I'd argue, that without an owner living— or any being paying attention to it for such a long time— I'm simply unlocking the lost potential of the sanctum. Preserving that which will inevitably be lost.' She cleared her throat after the theatrics and responded plainer: 'By scientific estimates, the tomb is set to collapse any day now.'
Birgitte narrowed her eyes at the object. Helena was right, the owner was long dead, the church abandoned and desecrated, and the next earthquake that were so frequent to the area would cause a collapse. And while grave robbing was distasteful, there never shouldn't have been anything to rob to begin with. The dead should wear only their shrouds; everything else was a sinful attempt to bring earthly belongings to the afterlife.
But the engel couldn't just let things go that easily.
"You aren't preserving anything. The principles of archeology would require diligent documentation. You are just picking out what you think might be valuable," Birgitte accused Helena.
"Is egg hunt for the chocolate eggs or the pink bunny that supposedly laid them?"
~Birgitte
"It's for the eggs but if you bag the Easter Bunny I'll get a pot of hot water on."
"Someone not knowing they aren't funny makes them funny? Humour is so strange..."
"But so very fundamental to not going insane."
"At least humour is not a sin," Birgitte noted.
"If you're looking for your phone, I threw it out the window. It kept ringing and your ringtone is awful!"
~Birgitte
"You rotten little..."
Morgan looked out of the window at the rocks below the keep.
"...Honky Tonk Woman is a classic."
"The nuns. They took care of me and my fellowship," Birgitte explained. "They were very pious."
"Huh."
Morgan handed Birgitte a plate of buttered bread and cheese.
"I was kept in a convent for several years after my parents were murdered. My first taste of Christianity."
Birgitte picked up the food and nibbled on it.
"Christianity? So, they also worshipped the crucified man?"
"Supposedly. Supposedly devout and pious. In reality just cold, cruel women."
Morgan hadn't revealed much about her past before, and Birgitte couldn't help being curious.
"What happened to your parents?"
Morgan sat down and watched Birgitte pick at the food.
"Have we never talked about this? They were murdered by Uther Pendragon and Merlin. My father was killed fighting Uther and my mother ... he killed her eventually. When he was done with her."
She spoke in a strangely distracted, matter of fact way. As if she were reading a shopping list.
Birgitte recognised the detachment in Morgan's voice, fully aware of what kind of pain it was meant to hide. She concentrated on picking up breadcrumbs with the pad of her fingertip.
"So, you really are Arthur Pendragon's sister?" she asked.
"Half sister. Was. He's been dead a long time."
Birgitte didn't know what to say, and the silence streched between them. Exhausted, but feeling safe with the witch near by, the engel fell into sleep.
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"So. It's an chocolate egg. Laid by a... pink bunny."
~Birgitte
"Yeah, pretty much," Clint nodded with a straight face.
@birgitteoftheengel
"Confectionary animals, for sure."
Birgitte sniffed the candy again and took a careful, small bite.
"Oof! So sweet!" she made a face. "I don't think that's cinnamon..."
"You don't have one of the cinnamon ones there." Clint observed. "Those are just vanilla."
"I don't think I want it..." Birgitte set down gingerly rest of the candy.
"Don't like sweet?"
"I like honey, on bread. Or mixed in milk," the engel said.
"So. It's an chocolate egg. Laid by a... pink bunny."
~Birgitte
"Yeah, pretty much," Clint nodded with a straight face.
@birgitteoftheengel
"Confectionary animals, for sure."
Birgitte sniffed the candy again and took a careful, small bite.
"Oof! So sweet!" she made a face. "I don't think that's cinnamon..."
"You don't have one of the cinnamon ones there." Clint observed. "Those are just vanilla."
"I don't think I want it..." Birgitte set down gingerly rest of the candy.
