Nov 3, 2013
+ 3 to be damned
[ A slim figure lounges lazily against a tree, shining golden eyes locked on the house across the street -- sky-blue pickup in the driveway, big round windows, stained glass in the door, and an alcoholic choking on his own vomit inside. Typical California afternoon (hot with a side of sweltering), typical just desserts, typical satisfaction in a job well done. Just typical. ]
[ Slightly more atypical is the hunter in the '67 Impala parked two houses down. But the not-quite-archangel can easily change that. It's as easy as the snap of his fingers that takes him from his spot beside the tree to the back seat of the car. ]
"-- Boo."