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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 6, 2008 11:52:29 GMT -5
The boy, for his part, remained oblivious to the angel's careful observation of his behavior. Lost in his thoughts, he pushed his hair behind his ears- now that it could almost be considered short, it had the most frustrating habit of falling in his face, as his shoulders could no longer hold it back- and sipped at the cocoa with a slight frown.
After a moment, though, he gave Aziraphale a kind of apologetic, embarrassed look while he blurted, "It's not the cocoa- the cocoa's perfect- I've merely a lot on my mind, Zira, but it's not your fault at all!"
His distressed movements caused his disobedient hair to tumble forward again and into his face. With a sigh, he searched the table for something that could be used to tame it, settling finally on a thin ribbon that had probably been part of an old bookmark once.Herbert then attempted his familiar ponytail, but was only mostly successful. After a brief moment of being contained, the locks on either side of his face slid away from the bunched hair and came of their own volition to hang loosely and frame his features. The effect was even more girlish than it had been when his hair still hung just past his shoulderblades. He seemed to not notice, however, merely sighing and setting down his cup so that he could untangle the hair that had seized onto the small hoop in his right earlobe.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 6, 2008 18:39:07 GMT -5
“I don’t see why you wear that, my dear,” *he said gently. He’d always ignored the earring thus far, though he really didn’t approve. Some would say it looked fetching on Herbert, but the gold ring was a little… tacky.
The fact that the rest of Herbert’s clothing was far more flamboyant seemed to have slipped his mind.*
“It seems to just get in the way.”
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 6, 2008 18:45:31 GMT -5
Herbert hadn't heard him at all. He was already staring into space again, with what could have been considered a morbidly thoughtful expression.
He blinked four times in rapid succession and shook his head.
"Do what now?"
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 6, 2008 18:49:51 GMT -5
*He sighed, worried to see him like this.*
"Your earring."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 6, 2008 19:20:04 GMT -5
Another blink.
"What about- oh. That. I tend to forget it's there."
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 6, 2008 19:25:49 GMT -5
"When did you get it," *he asked curiously.*
*The glint of gold had always been there, as far as Aziraphale could remember.*
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Post by Dorian Gray on Oct 6, 2008 19:32:54 GMT -5
((I'm out. IM my phone in like five minutes))
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 6, 2008 19:45:01 GMT -5
"When did you get it," *he asked curiously.* *The glint of gold had always been there, as far as Aziraphale could remember.* "A little while before I died," he said nonchalantly.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 7, 2008 14:25:30 GMT -5
"Why do you keep it, then?" *he asked.*
"Purely out of curiosity, of course."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 7, 2008 14:28:33 GMT -5
"I don't tend to think about it," he said with a small shrug. "And it would leave a scar otherwise, so..."
He set down the mug of unsweetened cocoa.
"Come here, schatzchen."
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 7, 2008 14:35:36 GMT -5
*He smiled and faced him, setting down his own cup.*
"Hm?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 7, 2008 14:37:51 GMT -5
"No, here."
He spread his arms and beckoned him closer.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 7, 2008 14:40:08 GMT -5
*He laughed, shaking his head but complied.*
"Better, my dear?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 7, 2008 14:47:15 GMT -5
He didn't respond, only wrapping him snugly in his own far larger embrace.
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Post by Aziraphale on Oct 8, 2008 10:15:57 GMT -5
*Aziraphale smiled a little and relaxed against him.*
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