Disclaimer: Characters in this story do not belong to me (unless further
noted, hehe) so do not sue! :) Just havin' fun elaborating on my favorite
characters/movie, which belong to View Askew and Kevin Smith *bows humbly*
Warning: Some mild slash contained.
The Cleansing Fire
Indeed, Bartleby had cried out, but not for the reason Loki would have thought of, had he stuck around long enough to contemplate his beloved's actions. The Voice of God had made his way into Loki and Bartleby's one- person bathroom… On fire.
"AH! DAMNIT! DAMN THIS FIRE!! Ahhhhhhhh!" Metatron cursed dramatically until the fire was finally completely put out by Bartleby with a soaked towel and running water. Metatron was whining still as the fire doused itself out. His jacket was ruined again.
"My… suit… Oh, dagnabit… And the dry cleaning does suck so up there…"
"Don't let Her hear you say that…" Bartleby tried to chuckle, but found he could not. All of his laughter had left with his love's assumed departure.
"Uhhuh. And how are the two turtle doves in a Wisconsin coop?" Metatron spit out this return with a mix of ferocious wit and dry anger. Bartleby was startled and taken aback.
"Sorry. Just remember next time not to mess with a Seraph. Especially you, near-mortal." It was Bartleby's turn to whine. "To make a long story short, everyone up there's trying to figure out what's going on with you! God made the two of you to love each other, and protect each other. You certainly did the latter…" Metatron snorted here, and continued. "She did everything you asked for, and still YOU SCREW UP!"
Metatron made his breathing even again as Bartleby began to cry.
"Aw… now, now don't do that… Bartleby… No, c'mon… I didn't mean it… Oh, stop it already! Oh…. Fine… Fine. C'mere, yes yes, I'm sorry…" Metatron reached out to Bartleby for a comforting hug and Bartleby accepted the offer. He sobbed apologies into Metatron's shoulder and the Voice of God struggled to ignore the fact that his suit was further being ruined.
Bartleby wailed to Metatron of Loki's practically lost love and his nightmares and everything else for hours on end. Metatron nodded when needed and clucked in sad agreement whenever Bartleby needed assurance that Metatron was listening to his ramblings. Finally, when Bartleby had ended his long would be speech with a numerous amounts of, "Why?"'s, Metatron dared to make his input.
"Nobody ever said that being human was easy, Watcher…"
"Well, who ever said I wanted to be human!"
"Why… You did. Don't you remember? Oh." Metatron hurried along here, the feeling of uneasiness creeping upon his wings of angelic lace. "Of course not, your head had just been blown in… Well, It's the reason you're still here, as opposed to… well… some other place. It is also the reason you are still with Loki…
"Just before -err- God spoke to you, she gave both of you a wish, you and Loki who was presently floating in Waiting. You had pleaded to be forgiven, and She was charmed by your sincerity and love, both of you. You then wished to go home finally, and Loki to be happy. Loki wished to be with you forever, because he had already forgiven you. He said that he had only wanted you to know of how he really thought, and that he forgave you. Loki didn't want you to have any trouble…
"So, seeing as how you had made a double clause wish, you had to have your latter wish. It was granted that Loki be happy and have any wish he wanted, but Loki had already made his wish. In order for both of you to be completely happy, God saw no other way out except to make you eternally human. To both serve your punishment, and ease it, I guess. Who can ever tell what She is thinking? And going home would still unmake existence, considering God's decree has not ended as of yet. …Are you done crying now, Bartleby?"
"So… what… what do I do now?"
"Go after him, Bartleby. You've been with him three millennia. You know what you need and what he wants." Metatron placed his hands on Bartleby's bare shoulders. "Go," he whispered as the fires swirled around him again.
The fires continued to grow and swirl, and temporarily they encompassed Bartleby's body. He felt the heat but did not mind it. The heat, he felt, was curing him, making him see clearer, and know what to do…
The fires receded and the Voice of God was gone from Bartleby's bathroom. Bartleby quickly headed off to the living room and grabbed his shirt. He trotted out the front door and let it slam behind him. He had to find Loki before it became too late. He needed Loki to understand…
Warning: Some mild slash contained.
The Cleansing Fire
Indeed, Bartleby had cried out, but not for the reason Loki would have thought of, had he stuck around long enough to contemplate his beloved's actions. The Voice of God had made his way into Loki and Bartleby's one- person bathroom… On fire.
"AH! DAMNIT! DAMN THIS FIRE!! Ahhhhhhhh!" Metatron cursed dramatically until the fire was finally completely put out by Bartleby with a soaked towel and running water. Metatron was whining still as the fire doused itself out. His jacket was ruined again.
"My… suit… Oh, dagnabit… And the dry cleaning does suck so up there…"
"Don't let Her hear you say that…" Bartleby tried to chuckle, but found he could not. All of his laughter had left with his love's assumed departure.
"Uhhuh. And how are the two turtle doves in a Wisconsin coop?" Metatron spit out this return with a mix of ferocious wit and dry anger. Bartleby was startled and taken aback.
"Sorry. Just remember next time not to mess with a Seraph. Especially you, near-mortal." It was Bartleby's turn to whine. "To make a long story short, everyone up there's trying to figure out what's going on with you! God made the two of you to love each other, and protect each other. You certainly did the latter…" Metatron snorted here, and continued. "She did everything you asked for, and still YOU SCREW UP!"
Metatron made his breathing even again as Bartleby began to cry.
"Aw… now, now don't do that… Bartleby… No, c'mon… I didn't mean it… Oh, stop it already! Oh…. Fine… Fine. C'mere, yes yes, I'm sorry…" Metatron reached out to Bartleby for a comforting hug and Bartleby accepted the offer. He sobbed apologies into Metatron's shoulder and the Voice of God struggled to ignore the fact that his suit was further being ruined.
Bartleby wailed to Metatron of Loki's practically lost love and his nightmares and everything else for hours on end. Metatron nodded when needed and clucked in sad agreement whenever Bartleby needed assurance that Metatron was listening to his ramblings. Finally, when Bartleby had ended his long would be speech with a numerous amounts of, "Why?"'s, Metatron dared to make his input.
"Nobody ever said that being human was easy, Watcher…"
"Well, who ever said I wanted to be human!"
"Why… You did. Don't you remember? Oh." Metatron hurried along here, the feeling of uneasiness creeping upon his wings of angelic lace. "Of course not, your head had just been blown in… Well, It's the reason you're still here, as opposed to… well… some other place. It is also the reason you are still with Loki…
"Just before -err- God spoke to you, she gave both of you a wish, you and Loki who was presently floating in Waiting. You had pleaded to be forgiven, and She was charmed by your sincerity and love, both of you. You then wished to go home finally, and Loki to be happy. Loki wished to be with you forever, because he had already forgiven you. He said that he had only wanted you to know of how he really thought, and that he forgave you. Loki didn't want you to have any trouble…
"So, seeing as how you had made a double clause wish, you had to have your latter wish. It was granted that Loki be happy and have any wish he wanted, but Loki had already made his wish. In order for both of you to be completely happy, God saw no other way out except to make you eternally human. To both serve your punishment, and ease it, I guess. Who can ever tell what She is thinking? And going home would still unmake existence, considering God's decree has not ended as of yet. …Are you done crying now, Bartleby?"
"So… what… what do I do now?"
"Go after him, Bartleby. You've been with him three millennia. You know what you need and what he wants." Metatron placed his hands on Bartleby's bare shoulders. "Go," he whispered as the fires swirled around him again.
The fires continued to grow and swirl, and temporarily they encompassed Bartleby's body. He felt the heat but did not mind it. The heat, he felt, was curing him, making him see clearer, and know what to do…
The fires receded and the Voice of God was gone from Bartleby's bathroom. Bartleby quickly headed off to the living room and grabbed his shirt. He trotted out the front door and let it slam behind him. He had to find Loki before it became too late. He needed Loki to understand…