Disclaimer: Characters in this story do not belong to me (except Trunic,
which I SWEAR is original.), 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.
Healing Words
Loki had downed eight shots of vodka, three glasses of Budweiser Beer and one wine cooler. His head was barely spinning, but the bartender looked as if Loki was about to become a corpse. Loki shook his head, and with slurred words acknowledged the bartender's stares.
"I won't die… I'm immortal! Weeeeeeeee…" Loki spun in his chair and fell into the arms of some stranger that was looking intently at the fallen man. Loki sniffled and tried to clearly and completely focus on his fellow man. It looked a little like Bartleby…
"I think you've had enough, Loke." The man sat next to Loki and propped up Loki onto his shoulders. "C'mon, man… What're you doing this to yourself for? She didn't make you immortal for this. Get up, Loki. You know you can…"
Loki sniffled and buried his face in his friend's neck. Drunk as he was, his conscious mind still worked, not being completely human. He had recognized Trunic's voice. He had not heard it for many years, in fact, but still knew him. Loki never forgot a voice… Or at least not until he was completely and utterly drunk, which he was close to…
As Loki's thoughts ran together, slipping silently into a near-coma, Trunic sighed and paid the bartender. He lifted the intoxicated Loki into his strong arms and walked out. Two men got into his way at the front, and Trunic replied to their grunts of blatant disapproval by spreading his gossamer wings for all in the bar to see. Trunic was all for angel preservation and sane humans, but tough times call for rough actions. The two biker men behind him stared at the tall Angel that had just passed them. One abruptly fell into the other's arms and as Trunic left normal hearing range both men fell to the floor in a dead faint. Trunic smirked and tucked away his wings while hoisting Loki up into his flat.
Running a hand through his messy red hair, Trunic looked at the oblivious ex-Angel of Death and sighed. Such a glorious creature, chained by Trunic's fellow Grigori. No creature of such beauty and delicacy should be held down as this. Trunic trusted God's decree, but while his stop on Earth lasted, Trunic had decided to tie up some loose ends. She had gone too soft on Bartleby, who had convinced Loki that the only way to live was to die. Trunic hated Angels like that, especially Bartleby. But that was another story… Or maybe it wasn't.
Before Trunic could rehash his history with the two ex-Seraphs, he noticed that Loki was stirring. Wanting to do something to make Loki even a bit more comfortable, he lifted the covers around Loki gently and tucked him away.
Quietly, much in contrast to before when he had visited Bartleby, Metatron appeared behind the Archangel. Trunic did not even have to turn around for him to Know. The Voice had come to yell at him, most likely. Tell him about how this love affair was supposed to work out. But Trunic had seen. Oh, had he seen. His divine focus had been rejected by the one he loved. Trunic knew how that felt.
"No, Metatron. I do not love this near-mortal. Do not even ask it of me." Trunic turned and faced the Voice. "Please, just let me be with him. I do not know what it is I feel for him, but it is there. I do not love him, Metatron." Trunic repeated this last phrase directly to the Voice, and Metatron only nodded, and looked sadly at the sleeping Loki.
"It seems…" Metatron took a deep breath. He seemed to have trouble in explaining something to the confused Archangel. "It seems that Lucifer has once again had his well oiled devil fighters training. He plans to invade Heaven again." Metatron looked at Trunic. "And She needs you."
"She didn't need me for the last two thousand years, Metatron. I am out of shape, and of no use to Her." Trunic scowled, and turned his gaze back to the sleeping man. He felt Metatron shift his stare to his back and felt uncomfortable again. "Do not stare at me, Metatron."
Metatron nodded and sighed exasperated. "You know perfectly well Angels do not go out of shape. We retain that of which She bestowed upon us when we were created. And She did not need you because She thought your need had subsided. But She did not have it in her divine heart to destroy you, only to make you as something else. She grew tired of the constant games that They played and wiped Them out. Your purpose had been filled… Trunic, come with me now."
"I can not leave him, Metatron. He will be distorted as he rises. He will need someone here for him." Trunic felt his heart grow heavy, but continued looking at the fallen angel he silently protected from a distance. Whereas the Watcher Bartleby was Loki's created as Loki's life mate, Trunic was created for a double purpose. To protect the Kingdom of Heaven and serve God's every militaristic whim and to see to the Angel of Death. Incase of something like the revolt Bartleby had inspired. Unfortunately, the war with Lucifer had just started to brew and Trunic could not pay full attention to his ward. Trunic had blamed himself for a while, until She informed him Loki was better off with his beloved Watcher.
Trunic, however, had come to believe that this was not what had been intended. In fact, Trunic had come to believe this with all of his angelic heart. Sighing and trying to figure out whether to obey his creator or his destroyer, as he affectionately came to call Loki. He sighed and turned to Metatron.
"I will go with you. Promise me he will be taken care of."
"Bartleby is already on his way. Let's go before he finds you here. You two never did get along."
"We were created as two conflicting elements. I think She had that in mind."
"You're probably right." Metatron initiated his Fires of Transportation and motioned to Trunic for him to join him. Trunic grudgingly
obliged.
"You're probably right, Voice… You do know more than most."
"Indeed. But no more talk, Bartleby comes this way."
Warning: Some mild slash contained.
Healing Words
Loki had downed eight shots of vodka, three glasses of Budweiser Beer and one wine cooler. His head was barely spinning, but the bartender looked as if Loki was about to become a corpse. Loki shook his head, and with slurred words acknowledged the bartender's stares.
"I won't die… I'm immortal! Weeeeeeeee…" Loki spun in his chair and fell into the arms of some stranger that was looking intently at the fallen man. Loki sniffled and tried to clearly and completely focus on his fellow man. It looked a little like Bartleby…
"I think you've had enough, Loke." The man sat next to Loki and propped up Loki onto his shoulders. "C'mon, man… What're you doing this to yourself for? She didn't make you immortal for this. Get up, Loki. You know you can…"
Loki sniffled and buried his face in his friend's neck. Drunk as he was, his conscious mind still worked, not being completely human. He had recognized Trunic's voice. He had not heard it for many years, in fact, but still knew him. Loki never forgot a voice… Or at least not until he was completely and utterly drunk, which he was close to…
As Loki's thoughts ran together, slipping silently into a near-coma, Trunic sighed and paid the bartender. He lifted the intoxicated Loki into his strong arms and walked out. Two men got into his way at the front, and Trunic replied to their grunts of blatant disapproval by spreading his gossamer wings for all in the bar to see. Trunic was all for angel preservation and sane humans, but tough times call for rough actions. The two biker men behind him stared at the tall Angel that had just passed them. One abruptly fell into the other's arms and as Trunic left normal hearing range both men fell to the floor in a dead faint. Trunic smirked and tucked away his wings while hoisting Loki up into his flat.
Running a hand through his messy red hair, Trunic looked at the oblivious ex-Angel of Death and sighed. Such a glorious creature, chained by Trunic's fellow Grigori. No creature of such beauty and delicacy should be held down as this. Trunic trusted God's decree, but while his stop on Earth lasted, Trunic had decided to tie up some loose ends. She had gone too soft on Bartleby, who had convinced Loki that the only way to live was to die. Trunic hated Angels like that, especially Bartleby. But that was another story… Or maybe it wasn't.
Before Trunic could rehash his history with the two ex-Seraphs, he noticed that Loki was stirring. Wanting to do something to make Loki even a bit more comfortable, he lifted the covers around Loki gently and tucked him away.
Quietly, much in contrast to before when he had visited Bartleby, Metatron appeared behind the Archangel. Trunic did not even have to turn around for him to Know. The Voice had come to yell at him, most likely. Tell him about how this love affair was supposed to work out. But Trunic had seen. Oh, had he seen. His divine focus had been rejected by the one he loved. Trunic knew how that felt.
"No, Metatron. I do not love this near-mortal. Do not even ask it of me." Trunic turned and faced the Voice. "Please, just let me be with him. I do not know what it is I feel for him, but it is there. I do not love him, Metatron." Trunic repeated this last phrase directly to the Voice, and Metatron only nodded, and looked sadly at the sleeping Loki.
"It seems…" Metatron took a deep breath. He seemed to have trouble in explaining something to the confused Archangel. "It seems that Lucifer has once again had his well oiled devil fighters training. He plans to invade Heaven again." Metatron looked at Trunic. "And She needs you."
"She didn't need me for the last two thousand years, Metatron. I am out of shape, and of no use to Her." Trunic scowled, and turned his gaze back to the sleeping man. He felt Metatron shift his stare to his back and felt uncomfortable again. "Do not stare at me, Metatron."
Metatron nodded and sighed exasperated. "You know perfectly well Angels do not go out of shape. We retain that of which She bestowed upon us when we were created. And She did not need you because She thought your need had subsided. But She did not have it in her divine heart to destroy you, only to make you as something else. She grew tired of the constant games that They played and wiped Them out. Your purpose had been filled… Trunic, come with me now."
"I can not leave him, Metatron. He will be distorted as he rises. He will need someone here for him." Trunic felt his heart grow heavy, but continued looking at the fallen angel he silently protected from a distance. Whereas the Watcher Bartleby was Loki's created as Loki's life mate, Trunic was created for a double purpose. To protect the Kingdom of Heaven and serve God's every militaristic whim and to see to the Angel of Death. Incase of something like the revolt Bartleby had inspired. Unfortunately, the war with Lucifer had just started to brew and Trunic could not pay full attention to his ward. Trunic had blamed himself for a while, until She informed him Loki was better off with his beloved Watcher.
Trunic, however, had come to believe that this was not what had been intended. In fact, Trunic had come to believe this with all of his angelic heart. Sighing and trying to figure out whether to obey his creator or his destroyer, as he affectionately came to call Loki. He sighed and turned to Metatron.
"I will go with you. Promise me he will be taken care of."
"Bartleby is already on his way. Let's go before he finds you here. You two never did get along."
"We were created as two conflicting elements. I think She had that in mind."
"You're probably right." Metatron initiated his Fires of Transportation and motioned to Trunic for him to join him. Trunic grudgingly
obliged.
"You're probably right, Voice… You do know more than most."
"Indeed. But no more talk, Bartleby comes this way."