"Not just," he repeats with a small huff, mild annoyance badly covering up his frayed nerves as he jaunts off to his wine cellar, located down a short flight of stairs off the back room of the bookshop. He could easily miracle a bottle of something to the front of the store, but he needs the time to get his thoughts in order. That's the story of his life, really, he always needs a little bit more time, just another minute or day or decade to decide what to do, what to say --
He looks over the wines, thinks to himself a polite version of 'screw it' and heads back up, grabbing a bottle of Crown Royal whiskey and a pair of tumblers. He pours himself a glass, neat, and leaves the other empty but obviously there should Balthazar change his mind.
He takes a sip, clears his throat of the burn, and only then looks up at Balthazar again. "As I've already explained to you, angels on this world do not inhabit human vessels. These bodies are made specifically for us, and they are sexless, unless we wish to make an Effort. Well... I have made an Effort at various times, but only to blend in with humanity. Public bathing was popular for a time, and certain cuts of trousers don't fall properly unless you -- well, anyway. Only once, I've made an Effort because... because. There was a human who fancied me, and I... I thought perhaps I fancied him, so I thought, well, why not?"
He drops his gaze, his voice laced with disappointment and regret as he continues. "He kissed me and... no. No, it was all wrong. I realized that I had made a terrible mistake. That... that sort of love wasn't for me. Which is fine! Works out perfectly as I probably shouldn't have been doing it in the first place."
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Date: 2019-10-08 01:38 pm (UTC)He looks over the wines, thinks to himself a polite version of 'screw it' and heads back up, grabbing a bottle of Crown Royal whiskey and a pair of tumblers. He pours himself a glass, neat, and leaves the other empty but obviously there should Balthazar change his mind.
He takes a sip, clears his throat of the burn, and only then looks up at Balthazar again. "As I've already explained to you, angels on this world do not inhabit human vessels. These bodies are made specifically for us, and they are sexless, unless we wish to make an Effort. Well... I have made an Effort at various times, but only to blend in with humanity. Public bathing was popular for a time, and certain cuts of trousers don't fall properly unless you -- well, anyway. Only once, I've made an Effort because... because. There was a human who fancied me, and I... I thought perhaps I fancied him, so I thought, well, why not?"
He drops his gaze, his voice laced with disappointment and regret as he continues. "He kissed me and... no. No, it was all wrong. I realized that I had made a terrible mistake. That... that sort of love wasn't for me. Which is fine! Works out perfectly as I probably shouldn't have been doing it in the first place."