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[familysucks]

Who: Michael & Eddie; Michael & Claire; Michael & Lucifer; Michael & Wanda
When: May/June
Where: Solvunn, Horizon
What: May quest threads and other closed starters
Warnings: None yet, will add as required

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[familysucks]

[Being a pain in the ass about terminology for no particular reason is not the sole province of younger siblings. Michael thinks he's funny.

He lets it go, though. He does appreciate that she's letting him keep his habits, even if the location is changing.]

Josie will be glad to hear she isn't rid of you yet.

[So is Michael, but he's never been very good at expressing those kinds of sentiments. His relief that not too much is changing should be evident to Wanda, anyway, perpetually a little too aware of the thoughts of others as she is.]

Is your domain not private enough?

[Having lived most of his life as a non-corporeal entity, the Horizon is as real to him as the physical realm. He only half understands the importance of having a room to oneself. It's handy having a place to keep the eclectic collection of trinkets he's begun to accumulate, but he has little emotional attachment to it.]

[carmesi]

[wanda takes his words for what they are: expressing his own emotions through someone else’s reaction to the news—the fact that ‘josie’ will be glad ‘she’ isn’t rid of wanda yet. she smiles lightly despite herself, because she kind of expects his question.

what’s the big deal about rooms anyway, right?]

I meant for when you visit, so you don’t have to feel like you have to say hello to everyone else in the treehouse.

[not that it ever really bothered michael, she knows.]

It feels like it’s been a while since I had a place of my own. It’s one of those normal things humans like to have.

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[Rooms are just Cages people choose for themselves. Also, with more decor. Maybe he'll get her something to hang on the wall or put on a shelf. Based on her domain, Wanda is more fond of clutter than he is.]

Wanda. You make me sound antisocial.

[His voice is false-chiding. She knows very well that he never greets anyone he doesn't care to speak to. False pleasantry isn't part of archangel social norms unless you're talking to God Himself, or you need something from someone. Or you're Lucifer.]

Though I do appreciate the thought.

[Perhaps he should come up with his own 'normal' human things to strive for. If they don't help him understand the human condition a little better, at least a project or two will help pass the time.

Speaking of normal human activities—]

How is the tea?

[carmesi]

[when he false-chides her about making him sound antisocial, wanda can’t hide the smile that pushes up on her face; it’s a tight one, as if to show that she really is trying to not so blatantly show that it is both funny and that she realizes he’s not actually upset.

and she fails at it.]

Being as old as you are, you’re allowed to be a little bit antisocial, but I’d like to think that we can work on you seeming approachable.

[apparently something that she finds worth investing her time in.

she takes hold of her cup again, bringing it to her lips for a light sip, as if savoring it one more time before giving him her thoughts. except,]

—would you like me to describe what it tastes like, or would you prefer that I show you?

[she can use her magic, after all, to let michael get a taste of something, actually, but he’s never quite accepted the offer to do so.]

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[He's satisfied that he got his intention across. There are previous few who grasp that he has a sense of humour, let alone recognize when he's making use of it. He pretends not to notice her obvious smile all the same, indulging a terrible attempt at acting.]

So long as it's to accord me due privileges, I suppose I can let that remark slide.

[Michael doesn't actually mind it when people point out his age. Archangels don't decay or grow less powerful with time.

Well—the ones who make good decisions don't.]

I was about to ask exactly that.

[Giving him a 'taste' as it were. He has his own ideas about the how, though. Michael lifts a hand and waits for permission in the way he does with very few. Share the memory of it with him, if you would?]

[carmesi]

[and michael, as we know, only makes good decisions, right? wanda smiles lightly at that, then sits up a little straighter, scooting so she’s closer to the edge of her seat; there is a table between them, but she can manage to move her arm between them to reach for him.

he’ll just have to meet her halfway.]

Take a sip right after.

[it’s not quite a memory, but she will replace the very specific flavors of every element that compose the tea into their actual blended result—something that is soft and not overly too sweet—once he takes another sip from his cup. wanda pulls her hand back, brings it to rest close to her own cup, after plumes of scarlet breach into his mind.]

Let me know what you think.

[he doesn’t get to just have ‘a memory’; he will experience the whole thing.]