“end this?” ky couldn’t help, but roll his eyes at that statement. end this little game of his? not a chance – didn’t she know who he was? maybe she just forgot for a moment… most people did when it came to him. most people forgot he was a prince of hell and took orders from no one… not even his family. “not a chance.”
“Then you’ve chosen wrong,” the angel said, unfazed and unflinching. There was no demon that could terrify him; he knew their kind, and the Host did not bend easily to threats. “Your doubt is misplaced.”
Castiel took a step closer. If there was a bluff here, now was the time to call it. He didn’t have the time to be playing games, nor did he feel the need to humor someone like this. “I’ll say this once more,” he continued. “Leave now, before I lay you to waste.”
“Would you really waste your precious energy against some human, Angel boy?” There was a bluff and it had been called, but not entirely – he believed he could hold his own against one. Though, he didn’t exactly know for how long. His estimate was maybe a few minutes, but no longer than three – five at the very most. Just as long as he stayed just slightly out of the other’s reach.
“Or are you really going to attempt to ‘guide’ me in a better direction.” He was reaching now as he took a step back. More out of need than actual fear. “Like all you… holy types try to do? Over and over again?”
“sure you won’t keel over like a sick puppy without a snarky little blonde bossing you around?” he grinned, knowing that his words were not going to be taken well. getting him riled up would make for a fun round of something in the meantime. “should go after your desires while you’re off your chain for a little while. thanks to me.”
he wanted to say that he’d never been on a chain in his life, but that wasn’t accurate. jess had kept him on one – at least in a way – and while he cared for her… he didn’t entirely mind it. well, not until he wasn’t able to get his way. “my desires… are to rip apart anyone who gets in my way.”
“no! please… just a leather jacket, a white shirt, and some dark jeans. and let me play with your hair a little… and then we can go out to the bar and get drunk using someone else’s card.” the blonde stops fiddling with her costume, determined to get him to agree. jutting out her lip a little, she turned to him. “pleeaasse i’m cute and you like it when i’m happy.”
“i also like avoiding holidays completely.” he hated the very notion of them and halloween was the worst. even more so for him as he ran his hands through his hair. “if it’s all the same to you? i’ll take a very hard pass.”
She narrowed a singular eye on him, giving him the fish eye.
“You know who I am?” Piper rolls her eyes. “I never thought I would ever have
the call to use that line. Please…forget I said that. I didn’t say that.” She
pauses and smirks, taking a chance. “Mine’s Piper.”
“It sure sounds like you did.” Or maybe, he had just heard it wrong. Either way, he wasn’t going to press the matter too much. Not really at any-rate. “And for the record, I know you better than I did a few minutes ago, Piper.”
“I rather think you’re trying to hide behind those words.” The archangel doesn’t need his father’s omniscience to know when someone is lying to him.
“And if I am?” That much was clear; Ky hid behind most things. Admitting that he had a fault – or imperfection – never was on the table. He spoke lies as if they were the truth as if one day they would be such a thing. All he had to do was convince himself lies were cold hard fact and one day maybe they would be. “—would it matter?”
“I doubt it’ll be your only good deed of the year. Bet you see a homeless man tomorrow and give him a dollar.” He was always one to see the good in people, “I really need a new coat. My old one is from fifth grade and is basically just rags at this point, doesn’t do much to actually insulate me.”
“Anything else?” He decided to drop the fact about his good deeds; deciding simply to focus on whatever else Peter needed. “More than just a coat – new shoes? Maybe some socks?” Truth be told… Ky didn’t even know if people still wore socks, but that ultimately was besides the point.
“Dude it’s not even my birthday, I’m not gonna say no I guess.. most of my shirts do have holes in them at this point, and I would never turn down free food but like.. why do you want to –I dunno do that I guess..?”
“Consider this my one – and only – good deed of the year.” Or ever if he was going to be entirely honest with himself. “So, food, and some clothes – just don’t tell anyone.” Not that they’d believe it anyways, but he couldn’t be too careful.
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