I don't trust, but I see right in front of me

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer, others
When: May & June
Where: Thorne, Nott, Nocwich, the Horizon
What: OTA prompts and some closed things
Warnings:
Nocwich with Castiel: Cyfaill-induced Problems.
Nocwich with Istredd: A Lot of Blood, animal death, part harvesting, ???? it's a weird thread




I don't know who to betray. ♫
[Will match style.]

Comments

[thedevilwhorose]

Don't judge him, Kyle, you've offered him a very rare boon. He is genuinely appreciative so suck it up.

"I held a blade on me for a good seven months, I think I'll be okay keeping it secret, but a cloaking spell might be good."

He sets the turtle into his lap and holds up both his hands, palms facing each other, and uses the pull of the Horizon to conjure an angel blade. "While something like this would be nice and definitely something I'd want under a cloaking spell, I'm not picky." He flicks the item out of existence. "I don't need anything specially crafted, any ol' short blade will do."

"And thank you," he says before Kyle leaves.

[magicalarchaeologist]

They intentionally are not speaking on their bond this time. Istredd knows it's rude so if they're there to talk all three of them, it isn't fair to leave Kyle out of it. Sometimes it can blend together for them, but it works.

"Kyle." Istredd says quickly before he leaves. "We should get that drink. It might be nice, to not be theorizing the entire time for once." Honestly, they may still theorize, but maybe they can attempt to have a real conversation too.

After their talk, Istredd's stayed a little worried for him, but Kyle seems better. Talking to the King no doubt helped give him something else to talk about. But he told Kyle he considered him a friend, and they shouldn't need to have a conspiracy theory in order to talk or spend time together. It's an olive branch.

[ushiri]

He actually steps forward, peering at the blade with the discerning eye of someone who has stabbed more people than he'd willingly like to admit. There's something about the make of it that seems unnatural, more perfect than should be possible, and he finds himself getting distracted for a moment. He would have liked to be able to see it in person.

Kahlil blinks at Istredd, finally turning away from Lucifer and the blade. After a half second he smiles warmly.

"I'd like that."

He can even recommend quite a few places.

"Come find me later."

With that, he blinks out of the space.