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 ]]

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nods against his shoulder.] I didn't do anything, I didn't touch anything I wasn't supposed to, they just were there when I turned around.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It looks like someone has quite the sense of timing. [He nods his head back over one shoulder, referring to his own newly-absent wings.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[.....SOB.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...shit. He pats her on the shoulder awkwardly.]

It's...not so bad, is it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

N...no, but I can't... I don't know how to make them go away! And I broke your mirror, I didn't mean to, but they were just there.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He crouches down beside her, still awkward but...well, sort of trying to be comforting.]

This isn't the end of the world, Henrietta. If it's an experiment, it'll be over soon enough. And look, you haven't broken anything. [he gestures to the perfectly whole and pristine bathroom mirror]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Stares, her eyes huge and confused.] But it did break. That's how I got stuck on the hook, because I turned around fast to see what happened. There were pieces everywhere.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[....]

Bloody...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.] Wh...what's wrong?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He just shakes his head, speaking more to himself than to her]

As if it wasn't right there in front of my eyes.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[dklfjlsdfj] What is it?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley finally looks back up at her, smiling wryly.]

Let's just say you and the angel have a lot in common, at the moment.

1/?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[............] I...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm......

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...


.......


I'm an angel?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It certainly looks that way, doesn't it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But. But that's. But I'm. But how?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You were turned completely human recently, weren't you? What's to say the Twins couldn't have just...turned things a different way?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Excuse her a moment. She's in shock.]

Does that mean... can I fly? Can I make things like you do?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a shrug] Probably. You've already fixed the mirror, from the look of things.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But... how?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It's what we do. If you've got abilities similar to Aziraphale's, you'll be able to do a lot more as well.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[;~;] What kinds of things?