love is patient

Find the light and when you do, stand still and close your eyes and let all you are join all it is. Find the light and turn your face to it.

[unmotivationals]

( sms: patience ) he hasn’t texted me either so i wash my hands of that one. ( sms: patience ) you know i still.. can barely believe the judeochristian god just exists, much less casually visits you like that’s a thing that actually makes sense in reality. ( sms: patience ) how do you cope?

[patiadoria]

{txt@slo} wait he hasn't??? i'm going to lock him in the bathroom for an entire evening {txt@slo} don't, oh my god. i'm trying to get back on the phone with wrath so we can work out how to actually tell cass.... i'm not setting this one off until we're all on the same page for it, honestly. {txt@slo} i can't even imagine how much trouble we're going to be in {txt@slo} speaking of movies, though, have you seen lucy? we got kicked out of the cinema because i kept laughing

[unmotivationals]

( sms: patience ) dill complains about me? i thought he kinda liked me, i like him a lot : \ ( sms: patience ) i will, though. to be honest, i texted you to ask if movie night at your guy’s place was still an open offer? i’ll bring popcorn & everything.

[patiadoria]

{txt@slo} you're a degenerate slacker and you haven't texted him in months {txt@slo} but yes, totally yes, just give me some warning before you turn up so i can air the place out. cass keeps visiting and i can't turn her away but this whole place reeks of heaven to the point where it's giving *me* headaches

[fidelitaas-blog]

So..We’re keeping our eyes on them so they don’t kill people. This sounds a lot like a war brewing and I’m not down for that but I seem to be forced into it..It makes sense but it seems so surreal..Okay ‘nother question, are there parallels of everyone running around or only a select few angels down here. Also why isn’t God waving his fingers and doing the whole throw the sins down to hell thing he usually does..

[patiadoria]

"I wish! You're pretty well in the loop, but Chast has been outright lying if they're telling you there's anyone but us left doing this job. Heaven's too busy for this, and it's - personal, besides. They're our rogues, and it's up to us to bring them back or stop them. Getting stuck like this was never part of the plan, and we're all but useless until Luci sets them moving." 

"This isn't... It's not a new thing. We've been fighting this same damned battle every generation since the Fall, and all we can do is love their humans and wait for them to die. I'm not suprised Chast reacted so badly to Aaron. The longer he sits on that, the worse Ira is going to be later."

[unmotivationals]

( sms: patience ) it’s been TEN YEARS. ( sms: patience ) i kid, but, sorry for falling out of contact, i just realized that might be worrying considering *flappy hands @ bel* ( sms: patience ) finals have been systematic murder on my brain matter. i should be better now? how’s you : )

[patiadoria]

{txt@slo} it has!! but don't even sweat it everyone went to ground after cass showed up {txt@slo} we've been so busy trying to work out an action plan there dilly hasn't even complained about you two {txt@slo} it's good to hear from you, though. you should drop by some time!

[fidelitaas-blog]

Mainly why we all have these angels in our heads..and uh what we’re supposed to do with them also works. Also I kinda ended up meeting Wrath at one point and he didn’t really seem..How should I put it..Very angry. Though Chastity tried very hard to murder him..

[patiadoria]

"That would be Aaron, then. He's - bless him, he's trying so hard to keep Ira down, I can't imagine the toll it's taking. But you didn't ask about that, even though you kind of did. Essentially, those guys keep doing this, so we have to keep doing this to keep an eye on them, and eventually they're going to murder their humans and try something worse. It's our job to stop them once that's happened. I wish we could do it before, but I couldn't hurt a human being even if I wanted to... So we have to wait for them to act first. Making sense so far?"

[fidelitaas-blog]

Okay wait wait, now that I’m here I really don’t wanna leave. I-er..Do you mind explaining what exactly’s going on with this whole angel thing? Chastity’s told me literally nothing and it’s frustrating. Especially because they’ve been booting me out of my body for a long while now..

He takes a huge gulp of his coffee juust incase what she’s about to tell him ends with him dropping it all over the floor. 

[patiadoria]

"You can take my number anyway. I'm always up to talk, and - if you need anything, and Chast doesn't think it's important enough to do it the proper way, you can call me up. I want to help."

Slow as the shop is, she can afford to put another cup on for herself and drag a chair up, resting her chin in her hands from opposite Chastity's Human. "What do you want to know, exactly?"

[sanctimonisms]

┉┉ ◣♥◥  ❝ Right, right—sorry about that, usually I’m not so useless with names. It’s good to see you again, I guess—did you ever find your brother? 

Actually, that’s it—I think I have just enough to pay for that…businesses cut costs on everything they can, including part-time paychecks.❞

[patiadoria]

"None yet, but Ads is texting him and I'm sure he'll come back around eventually. It's not like I haven't tried to give him space since he ripped the city half apart, so hopefully that little black heart of his still has enough faith in me that he'll at least check in, you know? Now, tell me what you wanted it with. I'll be in the cold hard earth before any of you pay for anything in here, so don't worry about that."

[sanctimonisms]

┉┉ ◣♥◥  ❝ Hey there, could I get a medium cappuccino  with—

    You’re…the woman on campus the other day, aren’t you?❞

[patiadoria]

"Patience," she corrects, smile dimly lit but genuine, "actually. What did you want that with?"

[fidelitaas-blog]

Come to me in time? I’m not sure what you mean. He scratches his head but sits down, this wasn’t the weirdest person he’d met but at the same time she was pretty weird. Kind of like one of those oracles who would slam down hallucinogenic drugs before reading out a prophecy.

You’re off by one letter, my nam- Wait how- Oh..Oh my god you are the reason I feel like the inside of my head is itching.

[patiadoria]

"Probably! Might be Cass, though. I've got all the extractors on full blast but there's just something about her - whatever - that really sticks in the air. Makes me feel sick, never mind the others."

Pushing her hair back out of her eyes, Patience grabs a to-go cup and scrawls her number where his name should go before pushing it into place.

"Patience. Jones, but also not. Say hi to Chast for me if you haven't handed over front-seat priviledges yet, yeah? Lux is around somewhere, but I haven't seen them in a while."

[fidelitaas-blog]

I Uh..Family? 

He does not remember this woman in any of his family photos and his parents never made mention of her. Then again maybe she was one of those aunts they never talk about who became a lesbian, either way he’s in dire need of coffee and this was the nearest shop. 

Could I just get a mocha latte? I’m feeling really drained today.

[patiadoria]

"Sure thing! And don't - I'm off my game today, feel free to ignore me if you like. It'll come to you in time." Turned half away, machine rumbling into life, Patience waves at the row of seats down the bar lazily.

"Grab a seat, Chast. Your drink'll be up in a few. It's to-go, right?"

[sanctimonisms]

┉┉ ◣♥◥   ❝ Oh, uh, geez, sorry to hear that. I-I hope everything works out for the best. I-I— Actually, I need to be looking for another friend, he, uh, has a splitting migraine and I’ve got to go drop off some ibuprofen. It’s nice to meet you, though. ❞

[patiadoria]

"Mm." She shakes herself out of it, drags her thoughts bodily from an all-too common trap. Her purse is in her hand almost instantly, and she quickly hands the uncomfortable girl one of the cards Dilly insisted they have made up for the shop.

"I hope they're okay. Here's my number, and - odd as this sounds - don't be afraid to call me if things get weird."

[addkindness]

[Text] Nothing I need to worry about though?

[patiadoria]

very much yes in the most firmly yes way i can let you know, but not until we work out how we're going to do the thing.

haha that made no sense but please just trust me on this one. it's not going to be a danger unless we start poking it with sticks, but this isn't the kind of thing we can afford not to work together on.

[patiadoria]

She's working the front again when he comes in, bell a siren over the midday lull. It's only regulars and token-holders in for the moment, cuddled around soup cups and herbal teas. And her sensors are pinging, and it's been a long day, and Cass has only just left - so she slips, meeting his eyes with a tired smile.

"Hey there. Soup today is cajun chicken, and we're out of cookies. Let me know when you're ready to order, and don't worry about paying. Family's free."

[addkindness]

[Text] I’m sure he’ll turn up soon! Why do you need to talk to him soon?

[patiadoria]

i need to brainstorm ira about something we've got going on over here. i'll tell you as soon as we have a plan in place, promise!

[clemencied-blog]

[Meanwhile, Cassandra is oblivious. There’s that same odd itch right at the base of her neck, crawling down her spine. But it’s minor. Nothing like electric fire. Just another product of exhaustion, probably. Just something else to put on the sidelines. She crosses the doorstep and dumps her purse on the nearest applicable open space. This probably means the floor.]

Are you sure? I have. So much change. I should probably go to a Coinstar or something sometime.

[She is never going to a Coinstar.]

Oh! Um. Thank you. It’s almost Christmas, isn’t it? I should’ve bought you something.

[patiadoria]

"Seriously," Patience presses, herding a body she's almost too scared to touch into a counter seat, "don't worry about it. We're friends, aren't we? This is the least I can do. It's your regular order, yeah?"

Never mind that Cass barely ever arrives to find her working the floor, never mind that it's been months since they last spoke, never mind. The machines are already whistling to life, the right mug for the right drink already in her hands. Every terror instinct lights up down her shoulderblades when she turns away, keeping her in motion to cover up the way she shudders when the intricate machinations of coffee making demand actual eye contact of her.

"You want anything to eat with that? Looks like you could use it."

[patiadoria]

no luck yet :( i'm scouting around but i really need to talk to him soon...

[sanctimonisms]

┉┉ ◣♥◥   ❝ I definitely understand about family and—ah, I’ll be happy to help in any way that I can. I’ll….try not to get too close to him. Is he dangerous? No offense, but you describe him like a convict. ❞

[patiadoria]

"It's - it's complicated. He's a good person, but he... He's done a lot of stuff I can't defend. And I've got to try and convince him to come home, which is only going to make his anger management worse. I was there to talk him down the last time he got bad, but if I'm not around I don't know if he'll even try not to hurt people."