#capriciouswriter

-headpat- "good human"

part of her wants to actually squint and get annoyed with feeling like she was being treated like a cat or a dog, but wasn’t she just making attempts to not start shit? so she inhales real deep and lets her lips spread out into a thin line, gaze still focused on nothing in particular, though it does flick up to him every now and then before averting it all over again.

if she were sitting on a counter top, she might have even let her legs dangle back and forth idly, too.

FINE.   THAT’S  THE  WAY  YOU  WANT  IT?                STORY’S  OVER.   WELCOME TO THE END.

‘ Despite my current.....predicament and what I may look like, I don’t need adult supervision. ’ The words were practically hissed. Spat in a way that was meant to sound threatening but that only came off as infinitely more childish than intended. The Archangel moving in what can only be described as storming away as the usually long graceful stride now looked more like a child’s angered stomp when legs tried the same movements now. Gabriel irritated on an unneeded level as the God’s offer to make the tea for him. Stung. Like it had been suggested he was incapable some how.

:catsmug:

chuck: -gets on one knee- “marry me again”

“Maybe~"

Eyes had been following him for some time. Not that that was an uncommon thing. Not being who he was. But he was sure these particular eyes hadn’t been there a moment ago. Nor had the face or body to which they were attached. Though they certainly seemed to be trying to act like they had, attempting to blend as if they had been a staple occupant of the booth they were seated.

A ploy that seemed to have fooled most of the sparse patrons of the coffee house. Langdon was however, was nothing like most.

There was a strange, almost eerie feeling creeping over his spine. Though not quite enough to stop the more potent irritation in the young antichrist when the staring figure seemed to lack even the subtle decency to look away when blue eyes turned pointedly toward them. Polished shoes clicking as Langdon moves over tiled floor of the semi empty coffee house. Stopping in front of said figures table.