Dossier Twenty-six

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Here is Henrietta. Henrietta brought Crowley's bathroom. She is in a nightgown.

She is also stuck on a towel hook.

Why is she stuck on a towel hook? Because she has a pair of enormous--or rather, proportional--dove-gray wings curving out of her back. And one of them is caught on the towel hook.

She winces.]

Oh... This is bad, I think.


[[Bwahaha, experiment start. Henrietta is now an angel. |D ]]

Comments

[ghostlighter]

... Like with me, and my powers. [He reaches out slightly, then.. realizes it might be kind of awkward to hug someone with omgwings all of a sudden, so he pulls back.] It's probably an experiment.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[FFFF CLINGS.] But they just did one!

[ghostlighter]

[Erk. Okay. Hugs her carefully, trying not to jostle the wings too much.]

I know. But... I guess that doesn't matter. That's what it looks like they're doing to me, too.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[S-SOB]

[ghostlighter]

Wh-which also means it's temporary! Just... [Sighs and pulls her even closer.] I don't know. I'm sorry.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[C...calming... d-down.]

[ghostlighter]

[He smiles a little, just barely resting his chin on her head.] You feeling alright? Beside the obvious.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Cuddling close. She nods.] Right when the wings came out, I felt better.

[ghostlighter]

[Chris may get awkward with it eventually, but right now he figures she needs it, so...]

That's good. See? It's not all bad.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She likes cuddles. She never gets cuddles from Jose. ;~;]

N...no. But what do I do?

[ghostlighter]

[Aww. D:]

... well... I'm still trying to figure that part out.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Rubs at her eyes.] ...I broke signore Crowley's mirror when they came out.

[A NOTE--the mirror? Totally not broken.]

[ghostlighter]

[He glances to the mirror as it's mentioned.] Uh... are you sure about that?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes...? [She looks. She stares.] But it was broken!

[ghostlighter]

I think the key word here is 'was'. [He looks at it for a moment more before he turns down to Henrietta.] Did you want to fix it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes, but why would that matter?

[ghostlighter]

Because... one of the other two people I know with wings did something kind of similar once.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...]

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B...that can't be.

[ghostlighter]

If they can change me from a ghost back into a Whitelighter... I don't think it's all that hard to believe, actually.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, that's right! You're an angel too!

[ghostlighter]

... half. [Shrug.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you are one. How does it work? What do I do?

[ghostlighter]

I don't think it's quite the same... [He looks a bit helpless.] Or at all, really.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But what do you do? [She's doing that looking-you-square-in-the-eyes-searching-for-orders thing.]

[ghostlighter]

[... oookay then.] I usually just helped my charges if they needed it.