I can’t speak for both of us, but I’d be more willing to help you if you cut the bitch attitude and told us, politely, what or who you’re looking for.
Watch your tone, Eliza. I know exactly where you’re going when you die.
It would be a bit redundant for an angel, who has spent his or her existence in Heaven, to go there after they die, would it not? No, angels go to Purgatory. Or Hell, in some extreme cases.
You certainly have a lot of anger management issues, don’t you? Would you like me to repeat myself?
I think that’s putting it a bit delicately, but no.. I haven’t.
I’d have to say it’s been a minute for me, too.
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“Yes,” Tessa agreed quickly. She sighed and looked at him with sad, guilty sort of smile. “I’m sorry. I can’t tell you what you want to hear. Just the truth.”
I see all beings when they die. It’s in the job description.
Is there any particular reason you’re asking?
He considered arguing, but decided to just accept the ice planet. He brought the cold sphere closer to his mouth and licked it.
She smiled. “You can have the rest.”
The ice planet swung slowly in front of his face like a pendulum as he licked it a few more times, each taste making the next one harder to achieve. “Thank you, River,” Death said, lowering the stick for a moment. “You were right, though.”
“About what?” She couldn’t seem to recall what he was talking about. “I’m always right aren’t I?”
“Right about this ice planet being difficult,” he reminded her. “You’re always not wrong.”
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Lovely. Castiel, Lucifer… Who are the rest of you?
“Hello to you too, Death.”
Didn’t realize there was WiFi in hell.
Smiling Azalea took a small bow. “Indeed I am darling Tessa. Though I prefer Azalea if you don’t mind.”
Tessa kept her expression impassive, her eyes blank as she stood and stared at this Azalea. She didn’t know what to say, or if she even had anything to say.
“Tessa dear, are you alright? Do I not look okay?” Azalea frowned a bit and smooth out a few wrinkles on her clothes. “And here I thought I look okay. Guess not…”
“I’ve just never met another.. version of my boss, is all,” Tessa explained. “It’s a bit harder to wrap my mind around.”
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It’s an unfortunate situation you have, Gabriel. I might’ve been on his leash, but to have Lucifer in your mind… I seem to recall it not ending well for Sam.
Not ending well as in…?
Go on, tell him!
He went insane. Almost died.
Oh. Fun.
Mmm, I may have more fun with you first, Gabey~.
Shouldn’t worry too much, I’m sure an archangel’s mind is stronger than a simple human’s. He’s just a hallucination, anyway.
Death nodded and repositioned Alice in his arms so Jim could get a good look at her. Tessa made no move to stop him as Jim as he came to get a closer look at the baby; it wasn’t that she didn’t like him, so much as the awkwardness of their first encounter. “Hello, Jim,” she said. “I apologize for my… odd behavior the last time we met. Pregnancy hormones and such.” She couldn’t help but give him a quick appraising look; suits were a good look on him.
Jim looked over at Tessa, suddenly understanding her wariness. Well, not understanding, per se, but knowledgeable of it. Not wariness, not quite, just unsure what was acceptable behavior around him. Very well, that was easy to put to rest, much easier than becoming not a threat, in any case. “It’s fine, I understand. Well, as much as a man can understand pregnancy hormones.” He joked lightly and sent her a soft, forgiving smile before holding out his arms in question. “May I hold her?” He was asking Tessa, not Death.
“Of course,” Tessa said with a nod, pleased that he had asked her for permission over Death, who simply stepped forward and transferred Alice over to her godfather. The baby stared up at this new face, her wide eyes blinking a few times. Her tiny hands patted at his chest, one gripping clumsily at Jim’s tie. Suddenly, her face broke into a big, toothless grin and she giggled at him.
Jim held Alice properly, not needing any direction even though he’s never actually held a child so small in his life. Odd that the first one he did would be his, more or less. His god daughter, at least. A soft smile slipped onto his lips at her noises and he had her let go of his tie, but replaced it with his finger. She would be charming once she grew up, he could just tell.
Stepping back, he gave Jim some space with Alice, but watched him closely. He didn’t know for certain how much experience Moriarty had with children, but he expected it wasn’t much, not with him being who he was. Still, Death relaxed a little bit when Alice continued to coo happily, squeezing Jim’s finger tightly. Tessa smiled and sat in the armchair next to her, trusting Jim not to drop the baby.
