Event Log - Topsy Turvy

[lucetimods]

Who: You.
What: This.
When: Now.
Where: Here.
Summary: Weren't you paying attention?
Rating: Weird.

The Event is described here. So here's what you gotta do. Tag this post. Create yourself some threads with all your shenanigans and go to town on it. Also remember to tag your [canon] character name to the log!

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[relictusdeus]

[He thinks nothing of the rhyming for now - it could be coincidental, after all.]

You wound me.

[A clawed hand is splayed across his chest for effect.]

You supposed me to be a figment of your imagination... and I recall our conversation ended most abruptly. [Absently flicking his tongue across his lips, he adds:] I have always had horns, my dear man... don't we all? Only my own are now visible.

[quicktoanger]

Wait.

On the journals. He'd taunted me, several months ago. And then propositioned me.

"... I think I preferred when I couldn't recall."

[relictusdeus]

[Cocking his head, he adopts a look of mock-sympathy, almost cooing:]

Oh, you poor, miserable creature... [And then comes the mischievous smile, thin and sharp as a knife's edge. He holds out his hands at his sides.]

Too bad.

[quicktoanger]

"I'll get over it. Was that all?"

[relictusdeus]

Not quite. [He smiles softly, cool, pale eyes unaffected - and then gazes skyward with something close to longing and admiration. But whether it is sincere, it's difficult to say.]

Glorious, isn't it? [More a statement than a question; the silence is broken, at last.] Have you ever dreamt of soaring through this endless blue?

[Isaac shuts his eyes a moment as if now drifting through the sky with his devil's wings and quietly appreciating the feel of the wind tousling his hair, and the tingling warmth on his skin.]

You could be the first man to know such freedom.

[He is no longer a man, as far as he's aware in this present state.]

[quicktoanger]

"Hate to break it to you, but flying isn't news. It's been centuries since air balloons came into use."

[relictusdeus]

In your world, perhaps.

[He cuts in, never having heard of such a thing, himself; ought to be interesting to look up at the library. The closest he has ever come to flying freely, as a man, was when leaping off the castle's highest tower and gliding through the air, his devil's talons in his grip. He had loved the hollow sensation in the pit of his stomach, the feeling of his blood racing.]

But here, in our beloved cage... I have seen no such thing.