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@ Balthazar

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 02:47:44 +1000

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The archangel almost smiled. Almost. Not really the time for humor, unfortunately. This was going to be hard. “Hey, bro. I’ve…I’ve got some bad news. It’s…about Cas.”

He had forgotten how much he hated being the Messenger.

Balthazar’s face scrunched up slightly in confusion as Gabriel informed him that he had bad new, but as soon as he found it was about Castiel his face turned ashen as all the blood drained from it and a look of horror replaced the confusion. He flinched back as the sharp hisses and tight clicks of Castiel’s name fell from Gabriel’s lips.

He lurched forward, grabbing onto Gabriel’s arm to spin his brother around to face him.

“Gabriel,” he ground out, voice suddenly strained. “What happened? You have to tell me. Tell me he’s okay. Tell me he’s not hurt.”

Some mighty archangel he was. Gabriel couldn’t even look Balthazar in the eye, though by some minor miracle, he managed to keep his voice steady. “He’s…” C’mon, silvertongue. Grit your teeth and spit it out. “…Castiel is gone. He’s dead.”

Balthazar opened his mouth, intending to ask what Gabriel meant by gone, refusing to believe the impossible. But before he could say anything, Gabriel continued. Two words, and his whole world fell apart.

He’s dead…

The words were echoing through his mind, joining the ringing in his ears to create a cacophony of screeching back and forths. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible.

Balthazar hadn’t realized as his grip had slipped from Gabriel’s arm, as his legs had given way and he’d fallen to the floor, the shouts of disbelief and denial in his head keeping him distracted, but he finally took notice as he felt a foreign liquid drip down his face.

He raised his head to the ceiling, but there were no leaks to be found. Slowly he brought his fingers up to his cheek, catching a drop of the warmish liquid on them before he brought his hand down to observe the clear fluid, with an expression of mild wonder and detached curiosity. His fingers twisted back and forth as he observed the sparkling drop in every light. Huh. Tears. Look at him, he was crying. Wasn’t that odd. Balthazar, the sarcastic and aloof former angel, was crying.

He looked up at Gabriel, suddenly noticing the massive height difference, but he couldn’t be bothered to stand up.

He opened his mouth to talk, shouts of How? and When? and Who? and Why? and screams of It’s not possible! and You have to be mistaken! were racing through his mind to be first in line, but as he tried to speak, nothing came out. He choked out his words, though, there were some things he needed to ask.

Forcing the words out, he finally managed in a broken, croaking whisper.

“Are you sure?”

@ Balthazar

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 02:26:47 +1000

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There were a lot of things that Gabriel preferred to avoid; it was kind of his trademark, really, to avoid the things he didn’t want to do. However…this was different. Someone had to tell Balthazar, and frankly, nobody else could keep him from going on a rampage.

Gabriel appeared in his little brother’s mansion and took a deep breath before calling for him. “Balthy? You here?”

Balthazar grinned as Gabriel appeared in his apartment. He let his older brother search around a bit, before his grin widened and he stood up.

With a twitch of his nose, he appeared right at Gabriel’s back, practically breathing down his neck.

“Boo.” he breathed into Gabriel’s ear, smirking.

The archangel almost smiled. Almost. Not really the time for humor, unfortunately. This was going to be hard. “Hey, bro. I’ve…I’ve got some bad news. It’s…about Cas.”

He had forgotten how much he hated being the Messenger.

Balthazar’s face scrunched up slightly in confusion as Gabriel informed him that he had bad new, but as soon as he found it was about Castiel his face turned ashen as all the blood drained from it and a look of horror replaced the confusion. He flinched back as the sharp hisses and tight clicks of Castiel’s name fell from Gabriel’s lips.

He lurched forward, grabbing onto Gabriel’s arm to spin his brother around to face him.

“Gabriel,” he ground out, voice suddenly strained. “What happened? You have to tell me. Tell me he’s okay. Tell me he’s not hurt.”

@ Balthazar

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 02:11:22 +1000

weeklyworldnews:

There were a lot of things that Gabriel preferred to avoid; it was kind of his trademark, really, to avoid the things he didn’t want to do. However…this was different. Someone had to tell Balthazar, and frankly, nobody else could keep him from going on a rampage.

Gabriel appeared in his little brother’s mansion and took a deep breath before calling for him. “Balthy? You here?”

Balthazar grinned as Gabriel appeared in his apartment. He let his older brother search around a bit, before his grin widened and he stood up.

With a twitch of his nose, he appeared right at Gabriel’s back, practically breathing down his neck.

“Boo.” he breathed into Gabriel’s ear, smirking.

Well, now. You do make quite the fleeting visits, don't you? grins Always leave 'em wanting more, is that your thing there Balthazar?

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 21:13:38 +1000

Oh certainly, Patrick. How else would I keep them? They’d get bored if I was just constantly goody-goody, here-when-you-need-me. I do have a reputation to maintain, after all. I can’t have people thinking I’m nice.

Wake up, Martha~!

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 16:18:16 +1000

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Balthazar pulled back, grinning. His bothering had finally had an effect. Martha had woken up.

“But I don’t HAVE any ‘angel-y’ things to do. Plus, I’m bored, and you’re the only human around.” Balthazar snorted. “And you so totally want my egg-bribes.”

As Martha pulled the cover close to herself, he made a decision. With no warning, he darted forward once more, grabbing Martha under her arms and using his strength to pull her out of the bed.

“Come on.” he complained. “I’m bored.”

“That’s just not fair,” Martha muttered, leaning against the angel, trying to use his shoulder for a pillow, keeping her eyes shut for as long as she could, before giving in. After getting to her feet on her own, she yanked down the shirt of her cotton pajamas which had ridden up on her stomach. Her hair was sticking out at truly impressive, gravity defying angles, her eyes were half closed. She gave him a look that was part fondness, part crankiness, and part expecting. “Well, I’m up. What do you want?”

Balthazar smirked as Martha leaned against him, fruitlessly trying to fall asleep once more. Eventually she gave up and stood up on her own, but Balthazar still kept grinning. She was a mess: Shirt crinkled, eyes closed, hair sticking up in ways that shouldn’t be possible. The look she was steadying him with was fond, yet cranky. It shouldn’t have been a plausible combination, but somehow it was.

His grin widened.

“You are adorable.” he exclaimed. “Positively endearing. Oh my lord.”

He turned, walking out the door.

“Come on, time for those egg-bribes.”

“Shut up,” she yawned. Martha pulled her hair back so it would look somewhat normal before following Balthazar to the kitchen. The whole place smelled delicious, but she couldn’t resist getting in a little dig for waking her up. “Are those seriously all you know how to make?”

Balthazar raised an eyebrow, incredulous. Oh, he was definitely going to get one back for that comment.

“Definitely not.” he said, sounding almost offended.

He closed his eyes for a second, as the Grace required for what he was about to do burst forward quickly, gone less than a second later. When he opened his eyes, he grinned. Every surface in the flat was covered in dishes and bowls and plates of every food imaginable to man. Sweet, sour, savoury: Anything you could think of.

Grinning, he plucked a profiterole from the platter sitting next to him on the kitchen counter. He winked.

“I’m a fairly diverse cook if I do say so myself.”

Wake up, Martha~!

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 15:50:28 +1000

nightingalejones:

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Balthazar pulled back, grinning. His bothering had finally had an effect. Martha had woken up.

“But I don’t HAVE any ‘angel-y’ things to do. Plus, I’m bored, and you’re the only human around.” Balthazar snorted. “And you so totally want my egg-bribes.”

As Martha pulled the cover close to herself, he made a decision. With no warning, he darted forward once more, grabbing Martha under her arms and using his strength to pull her out of the bed.

“Come on.” he complained. “I’m bored.”

“That’s just not fair,” Martha muttered, leaning against the angel, trying to use his shoulder for a pillow, keeping her eyes shut for as long as she could, before giving in. After getting to her feet on her own, she yanked down the shirt of her cotton pajamas which had ridden up on her stomach. Her hair was sticking out at truly impressive, gravity defying angles, her eyes were half closed. She gave him a look that was part fondness, part crankiness, and part expecting. “Well, I’m up. What do you want?”

Balthazar smirked as Martha leaned against him, fruitlessly trying to fall asleep once more. Eventually she gave up and stood up on her own, but Balthazar still kept grinning. She was a mess: Shirt crinkled, eyes closed, hair sticking up in ways that shouldn’t be possible. The look she was steadying him with was fond, yet cranky. It shouldn’t have been a plausible combination, but somehow it was.

His grin widened.

“You are adorable.” he exclaimed. “Positively endearing. Oh my lord.”

He turned, walking out the door.

“Come on, time for those egg-bribes.”

Wake up, Martha~!

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 15:28:17 +1000

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Balthazar sighed, rubbing his eyes. After being surrounded by people constantly over the last few weeks, spending the night awake by himself was incredibly boring. He’d had Cassie and Gabriel and Tosh, but now suddenly Martha was asleep and he was left alone.

He turned his head and checked the clock above the fireplace. 7am. That was an appropriate time for a human to be waking up, right? He thought about it for a moment, but eventually decided it didn’t matter. So what if it was too early? She’d just have to deal with it, because he was bored and she was the only one around.

Mind made up, he pushed himself up off of the lounge and strolled languidly to the bedroom door, movements fluid, arms swinging back and forth. He didn’t bother knocking on the door, just pushed it open and walked straight in. It was his flat after all.

Martha was asleep, blanket wrapped close around her, on her side in the fetal position. She was breathing softly, the expression on her face calm and peaceful. Clearly she was resting well.

Balthazar, of course, was about to put an end to that.

“Martha!” he called, walking up to the bed and ripping the covers off of her body. “Get up! I’m bored.”

He grabbed her shoulder and shook her, hardly gentle. In fact, quite the opposite.

“Martha, damn it, get up!” he said, voice too loud. Her body tensed, it was clear she was waking up. “I’m bored, and you’re the only human around that’ll bother with me!”

Martha just scrunched up her face, and pulled the blankets in closer around her.

“I’ll make you breakfast?” he offered, as it became obvious that being rough would not be helping his cause. “Those angel-Grace omelettes you ‘hate’?”

Martha wasn’t having a nightmare for once. She didn’t know where she was, but it felt peaceful, safe, something of a novelty in her life.

Then Balthy came in and had to ruin it.

“Nrrrgghhhh, go away. Do angel-y things. Leave me alone. I don’t want your egg bribes.” Martha moaned as she buried her face into the pillow, pulling the cover closer, all the while keeping her eyes stubbornly shut.

Balthazar pulled back, grinning. His bothering had finally had an effect. Martha had woken up.

“But I don’t HAVE any ‘angel-y’ things to do. Plus, I’m bored, and you’re the only human around.” Balthazar snorted. “And you so totally want my egg-bribes.”

As Martha pulled the cover close to herself, he made a decision. With no warning, he darted forward once more, grabbing Martha under her arms and using his strength to pull her out of the bed.

“Come on.” he complained. “I’m bored.”

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Tue, 10 Jan 2012 15:17:32 +1000

Wake up, Martha~!

Sat, 07 Jan 2012 00:57:00 +1000

Balthazar sighed, rubbing his eyes. After being surrounded by people constantly over the last few weeks, spending the night awake by himself was incredibly boring. He’d had Cassie and Gabriel and Tosh, but now suddenly Martha was asleep and he was left alone.

He turned his head and checked the clock above the fireplace. 7am. That was an appropriate time for a human to be waking up, right? He thought about it for a moment, but eventually decided it didn’t matter. So what if it was too early? She’d just have to deal with it, because he was bored and she was the only one around.

Mind made up, he pushed himself up off of the lounge and strolled languidly to the bedroom door, movements fluid, arms swinging back and forth. He didn’t bother knocking on the door, just pushed it open and walked straight in. It was his flat after all.

Martha was asleep, blanket wrapped close around her, on her side in the fetal position. She was breathing softly, the expression on her face calm and peaceful. Clearly she was resting well.

Balthazar, of course, was about to put an end to that.

“Martha!” he called, walking up to the bed and ripping the covers off of her body. “Get up! I’m bored.”

He grabbed her shoulder and shook her, hardly gentle. In fact, quite the opposite.

“Martha, damn it, get up!” he said, voice too loud. Her body tensed, it was clear she was waking up. “I’m bored, and you’re the only human around that’ll bother with me!”

Martha just scrunched up her face, and pulled the blankets in closer around her.

“I’ll make you breakfast?” he offered, as it became obvious that being rough would not be helping his cause. “Those angel-Grace omelettes you ‘hate’?”

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“Upon Frigg’s entreaties, delivered through the messenger Hermod, Hel promised to release Baldr from the underworld if all objects alive and dead would weep for him. All did, except a giantess, Þökk, who refused to mourn the slain god. Thus Baldr had to remain in the underworld, not to emerge until after Ragnarök, when he and his brother Höðr would be reconciled and rule the new earth together with Thor’s sons.

When the gods discovered that the giantess Þökk had been Loki in disguise, they hunted him down and bound him to three rocks. Then they tied a serpent above him, the venom of which dripped onto his face. His wife Sigyn gathered the venom in a bowl, but from time to time she had to turn away to empty it, at which point the poison would drip onto Loki, who writhed in pain, thus causing earthquakes.”

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Wed, 04 Jan 2012 19:44:06 +1000

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“I can tell you’re lying.” he said, levelling her with a playfully unimpressed look. “Lying straight through your teeth. That is the best omelette you have ever had and you know it.”

“I will admit nothing.” She smiled back at him.

“Of course you won’t.” Balthazar agreed, leaning in and winking conspiratorially. “That’s why I like you.”

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Wed, 04 Jan 2012 19:05:07 +1000

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Sorry to bother you, I just…would it be possible for me to come see you? Or you to see me?

Sure, Cas, I’ll just come over now. Is everything okay?

Everything is fine. I just…I’ve just really wished to see you.

That’s good to hear. I’m coming now.

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Wed, 04 Jan 2012 19:00:34 +1000

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Martha dropped her bag off in the huge room, looking around before she began to sniff the smells wafting from the kitchen. It smelled delicious, but it was impossibly fast, she had only been gone for a few minutes. She walked back to the kitchen, casually leaning on the wall nearest the angel.

“You know, poofing the food in is cheating.”

Balthazar grinned cheekily as Martha leaned up against the wall, sensing the playful annoyance on her before she even said a word. With cocky smirk and an even cockier tone, Balthazar retorted.

“Says who, fox?” he grinned, tipping the omelette out of the pan and onto a plate. The pan, of course, was just a prop. Martha was right, he had simply “poofed” the food into existence.

She accepted the plate, but wouldn’t let it go. “Because things are better when come through hard work, doing thing the right way.” She took a bite of the omlette. It was delicious, fluffy and flavorful, one of the best she’d ever had, but she wasn’t going to tell him that, not after she made a big deal about it. Martha Jones stuck to her guns. She but back an ‘mmm’ and pointed with her fork. “I mean, this is good, but…”

“But the right way is subjective.” he pointed out, tipping a wooden spoon in her direction. “The right way for you, as a human, to cook an omelette may be to crack the egg, and mix in the other ingredients, and cook it slowly over heat, because that is what is natural and within your range of abilities as a human. To me, though, it’s completely different. What is natural to me is my Grace and the power it offers me. For an angel, anything BUT using their Grace would be the ‘wrong’ way to do things.”

“Still, these have nothing on the real thing.”

This was something of a lie, but he wasn’t going to get it out of her.

“I can tell you’re lying.” he said, levelling her with a playfully unimpressed look. “Lying straight through your teeth. That is the best omelette you have ever had and you know it.”

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Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:21:48 +1000

nightingalejones:

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Martha dropped her bag off in the huge room, looking around before she began to sniff the smells wafting from the kitchen. It smelled delicious, but it was impossibly fast, she had only been gone for a few minutes. She walked back to the kitchen, casually leaning on the wall nearest the angel.

“You know, poofing the food in is cheating.”

Balthazar grinned cheekily as Martha leaned up against the wall, sensing the playful annoyance on her before she even said a word. With cocky smirk and an even cockier tone, Balthazar retorted.

“Says who, fox?” he grinned, tipping the omelette out of the pan and onto a plate. The pan, of course, was just a prop. Martha was right, he had simply “poofed” the food into existence.

She accepted the plate, but wouldn’t let it go. “Because things are better when come through hard work, doing thing the right way.” She took a bite of the omlette. It was delicious, fluffy and flavorful, one of the best she’d ever had, but she wasn’t going to tell him that, not after she made a big deal about it. Martha Jones stuck to her guns. She but back an ‘mmm’ and pointed with her fork. “I mean, this is good, but…”

“But the right way is objective.” he pointed out, tipping a wooden spoon in her direction. “The right way for you, as a human, to cook an omelette may be to crack the egg, and mix in the other ingredients, and cook it slowly over heat, because that is what is natural and within your range of abilities as a human. To me, though, it’s completely different. What is natural to me is my Grace and the power it offers me. For an angel, anything BUT using their Grace would be the ‘wrong’ way to do things.”

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Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:00:16 +1000

thetrenchcoatangel replied to your post: Balthazar…?

Sorry to bother you, I just…would it be possible for me to come see you? Or you to see me?

Sure, Cas, I’ll just come over now. Is everything okay?

Balthazar...?

Wed, 04 Jan 2012 17:54:40 +1000

Yes, Castiel?

So, where are you staying, Balthazar?

Wed, 04 Jan 2012 17:46:35 +1000

My flat. Is there somewhere else I should be staying?

Not to mention, they did horrendously torture my brother for weeks on end simply because Gabriel...

Wed, 04 Jan 2012 17:31:26 +1000

~~Not to mention, they did horrendously torture my brother for weeks on end simply because Gabriel wouldn’t cry for him. I mean, what the hell. Who WOULD cry for that arrogant ass in the first place?~~

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@ Balthazar

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Well, now. You do make quite the fleeting visits, don't you? *grins* Always leave 'em wanting more, is that your thing there Balthazar?

Wake up, Martha~!

Wake up, Martha~!

Wake up, Martha~!

hurrdurr am online lol

Wake up, Martha~!

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Welcome to My Humble Abode

Welcome to My Humble Abode

thetrenchcoatangel replied to your post: Balthazar…? Sorry to bother you, I just…would it be...

Balthazar...?

So, where are you staying, Balthazar?

Not to mention, they did horrendously torture my brother for weeks on end simply because Gabriel...

Well, now. You do make quite the fleeting visits, don't you? grins Always leave 'em wanting more, is that your thing there Balthazar?