Over the course of the last few weeks, James had done quite a few things; he'd met another of his kind, although the other was fallen...there was more to that story that James didn't want to think about but was sure he'd be made to later, and after letting Sol sleep in the apartment for a couple days, having said that he was an old friend from high school before secretly setting him up in the Palace for a little while; he didn't know why he felt such a need to help this guy...maybe it was his bewitching eyes, or that way he tried but didn't try....
"James!"
The calling of his name snapped the young man out of his thoughtful reverie, and he turned around. "Sorry, sorry~" the redhead gave a smile and flicked on his powers, making sure to give off the smallest whisps of tantalization towards the now angry photographer who'd been calling his name for a few good moments so he could get in position. Today was a workday; though he doubted he would ever, ever be low on cash, it'd gotten boring lazing around the apartment; James wasn't enrolled in school because frankly he didn't have much of a desire to go right back, having only graduated the private high school he'd attended all four years at what seemed not that long ago, so his freelance modeling was all he had to really do besides cleaning up around the penthouse.
Wearing a white jacket and simple white undershirt, along with matching white skinny jeans, which were slung low to reveal some of a pair of neutral gray coloured boxer-breifs; posing for the camera, James felt an almost freeing feeling that he never could explain, even to himself. The actual ad itself was for the jeans, which were made by a Swedish designer who'd hand picked James to be the face of his American debut; he was by no means famous, but he did know of a few reputable names that he'd posed for, and quite a few ads had him on them. Laying on a light coloured lounge, he looked towards the camera, and almost sighed, and the next picture became again the seducer. His role shifted; seduction and allure to purity and wonder. He thought it fit the shoot, which was supposed to be in black and white; that yin and yang, light and dark aspect is what James tried to concentrate on.
Closing his eyes, the final shot was taken and James was dismissed for break for a little bit. Saying he was going outside to catch some fresh air, that he did, making sure to button up the jacket and, after being yelled at by the designer (who'd just been praising him a few minutes before) to cover the jeans, tied a black hoodie around his waist to cover most of them and the designer's patch on the waistline, over the right pocket. Coming outside, he leaned against the building and took in a deep breath, smiling a little to himself as he reminded himself to stop by the Palace later on and check on his werewolf friend.
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In the present, he was on his way to visit Si-Si, who had (hopefully) a tall glass of apple juice and a nice giant bar of chocolate. Oh man was his mouth salivating at the thought of the sweet taste and that maybe Si-Si would want to have a little...fun.
Balthie had rushed through his morning process in anticipation and threw on his favorite black jeans, a blood-red v-neck that showed a tiny bit of his porcelain-like skin, his black vans that he always wore and a random black jacket that must be Ur-Ur's. If the smell was anything to go by and boy did he love the musky smell of an attractive male.
He hadn't even brushed his hair and just put it back with a thin black hairband Aby had gotten him a couple months ago. Was a waste of time anyways seeing as it was going to get messed up when he had fun today.
He also rushed because Sven had decided to sleep in and not wake him up, asshole. Plus, there was no one there, which is actually surprising.
If Si-Si was hesitant though, the demon could always seduce him into it. Especially if he did that one thing that Si-Si really liked.
It involved Balthie kne-
BAM.
At the impact, a giant web of thoughts zipped through the demon's head. The most prominent being, "When the hell was there a wall there!?"
Falling on his ass, Balthie sat there, clenching his eyes closed and rubbing his forehead cause now.. It hurt like a bitch. He was ready to go off on whoever the hell had done that. Looking up, he opened his mouth to begin, but stopped. He noticed that in the middle of his inner visuals, he must have swayed to the right of the sidewalk and ran into someone leaning on the building there. And it was a guy from the looks of it, but he seemed familiar and the albino sat there a couple seconds trying to remember where he'd seen the red-haired, model-like guy.
He zeroed in on the word model and immediately found what he was looking for. It was that guy that was on the giant billboard across from the hookah lounge that he frequented.
Sighing, he stood up and dusted off his favorite black jeans, cause you know, can't have any marks whatsoever on black jeans.
"So, you're the angel that's staring at me from across the street every time I go smoke hookah. On that billboard I mean."
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"Sven, why do humans always have such nasty smells?"
"That's called perfume. It's what humans use to make themselves smell better."
"Well.. They should stop."
Thoughts liked to meander around James' head; sometimes they were inconsequential and sometimes they weren't; he assumed it was like this for all people, though. It was one of those silent assumptions you never really made but already knew. Either way, his thoughts weren't really on the concrete sidewalk you'd think he found so interesting if you were to look at him.
With a small sway off the wall, the multiple thoughts flitting and running around his mind came to a screeching halt--though he somehow stayed standing, the redhead looked around to see who'd run into him; he hadn't even seen anyone coming! A gasp of breath had been taken in at the impact, as it's sudden-ness surprised him so much the angel jumped back, brown eyes finally landing on the person who'd done it. "Are you o--" he started, clearing his throat when the other dusted off his pants and said something.
The look in the male's eyes wasn't exactly common but it'd happened before; people had recognized him on the street here and there, asked if he was the guy on this or that, and he'd nod and reply yes most of the time, except for one off-hand time when he'd snapped at a group of gaggling girls. For a moment, he thought of how he wished that he'd be able to apologize, but the thought was gone as fast as it'd came, and James' brown eyes locked onto the other man's red ones...red eyes, white hair...and it reminded him again of Sol, but that thought didn't stay long either.
"So, you're the angel that's staring at me from across the street every time I go smoke hookah. On that billboard I mean."
A sudden pulse ran through James' body; did he know? Smiling, James switched on his empathy in secret, trying to get a feel for this guy's emotions...but there was something blocking it, some kind of...James couldn't get a proper feel from it, but it did let him know that this other male wasn't human; and so he was free to play along. There was a tinge of darkness towards that block, but James couldn't place exactly what that tinge was. Either way, he ignored it at the moment for the most part. As that thinking had gone on, he'd given the other male a smile and nod.
"Thanks...I've never heard someone call me an angel before." James voiced, a blatant and hilariously ironic lie, of course. "It's actually pretty flattering." he added on, leaning against the building but looking at him, eyes going down and then back up as quickly he could get a look, smiling once more.
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"Thanks...I've never heard someone call me an angel before. It's actually pretty flattering." said the red-head as he leaned back against the wall and gave Balthie an obvious once-over before he smiled again.
Balthie was already sure that the guy didn't know what he himself was, if the calculating look in his eyes was anything to go by.
"Flattering? Even though you are one? You can smell the angelic from half a mile away, you know." He chuckled as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "Oh, but we must be quiet about that small detail, now don't we?" asked the albino, rhetorically as he smiled at the red-head.
He was about 10 minutes late on getting to Si-Si's now, thanks to the angel that he bumped into, so he decided to have a little fun with him. Especially since the Demon knew that he wasn't gonna get any today. "You can tell from the billboards too. It's th-"
Wait. What was that sound Balthazar heard? It sounded like a bird's wings flapping... But, bigger. Looking up into the sky, he zeroed into the sound and saw his familiar, Sven, stupidly flying in daylight and in danger of being seen by sleepers.
Sighing, Balthie bowed his head and mumbled, "God, I really wish he'd learn to be smarter when trying to find me." Shaking his head, he turned his body to face Sven as he came in for a landing, the cat-like dragon's wings slowing himself to a stop at his master's feet. "I see you've finally decided to wake up and join the human world." Commented Balthie as he lightly stroked Sven's black scales as the familiar's throat rumbled with a deep purr.
(Hey, I was tired from our hunt last night and plus, I didn't think you'd already be up at 2 in the afternoon.) Countered Sven as he pushed his head into the Demon's hand, wanting more love.
"Oh, and by the way, say 'Hello' to that angel model from the billboard. You know the one with your favorite fruits.. Across from Syrah." Balthie said as he rubbed behind Sven's ear. "I bumped into him. Literally."
Sven turned his big head towards the model and nodded to him in greetings and looked back at his master. (You'd better tell him what I'm actually saying and not say something ridiculous like last time.) Balthie chuckled at the memory.
It was two months ago when Balthie had taken Sven to the park one time and met a random were there who was disguised as a dog. When Sven told Balthie to relay his words, Balthie said random sentences such as, "He wants to know if you smelled his ass yet and if you've found his favorite bone." It ended with Balthie having a large claw mark across the back of his right leg that took about a week to heal.
"You had to admit, it was funny. Especially when the were looked at you funny at the, 'Smelled his ass' bit." countered the Demon chuckling.
You could tell that Balthie loved and cared for Sven very much from his playful teasing and tone. And how could he not? Sven was there for him when he had no one and knew nothing. Sven even came up with Balthie's tattoo shop's name.
Turning to the model, Balthie asked, "So, why are you out here, Angel? I thought interacting with 'inferior races' was below your kind."
He was playing with him when he asked that and wanted to see his reactions, but the angel didn't have to know that.
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"Sven, why do humans always have such nasty smells?"
"That's called perfume. It's what humans use to make themselves smell better."
"Well.. They should stop."
It didn't take long for the smile to fade from James' face; even amongst other supes, he tended to keep quiet about what he was---being an angel, a Watcher, was a sacred duty, and he didn't take it lightly. Well, that was a tiny lie---there were times when he used his powers for his own gain, but in his heart, James felt for each and every human he appeared to, and the Lord knew there were very many. "Hmmph." he chucked at the next remark that fell from the white-haired demon's lips; a small smile working its way onto his face once more, evolving from the smirk. "If it's that obvious, I suppose I should be flattered anyways."
With the appearance of the winged familiar, realization clicked together in James' mind; familiars were only used by some races, at least, familiars like that. A demon, then. That explained the darkness that wouldn't allow him to see and feel the other's emotions. The smile dropped from his face at the other's words, though, not just the revelation of what he was. "I think it's your kind who believes them to be inferior. Don't confuse yourself now..." he smirked, brown eyes flashing, wine-coloured locks falling into them for a moment before James moved them away. "Demon."
It had been a very long time since Camiel had encountered a demon, and he'd never actually done so in the physical realm; the last time had taken place in the world between this one and the Otherworld, and he'd left the demon as dead as he could be; Vastator Laminarum was a powerful sword indeed, crafted when Camiel was still physically in Paradise, but with its special "attribute" that could not be removed, he wasn't allowed to kill with the sword; it could only bring them as close to death as possible. Of course, one could say that made it the worst weapon of all; it could never kill its victim, only slowly teeter them on the edge, drawing out the pain.
But, that was neither here nor there and Camiel hadn't used his sword since. In fact, he couldn't even get to it anymore; he knew where it was, but even in his true angelic form he was unable to access it. Brown eyes locked onto red ones, and James similarly stuck his hands inside of his pockets, turning on his powers; for a split second he thought of making himself seem so repulsing that the demon and his familiar would (hopefully) be driven away....but, no, no, he decided to do something else.
Giving the other a smouldering look, James smirked and ramped up his phermone levels just a bit; but enough so that attraction would be physically.... noticeable. "I could ask the same of you, you know, Demon...preying on some souls?" he asked in a low voice. If the demon could see his halo, why not make it shine as brightly it could?
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Then, he felt a strange feeling.
The longer he looked at the Angel, the more attracted he became to him and noticed little things about him he hadn't before. Things he didn't care to think about or mention.
Atleast he knew how to control his attraction.
"And not really. I actually feed on blood unlike my brethern and I happen to have a herd to feed me. I was on my way to visit a member of said herd to hopefully have a refill and a little fun while I'm there." Sighing happily at the thoughts running through his mind, he continued. "But, such things are below your kind, hm? Being stiff and walking like you have a stick up your ass, but that's probably how your precious maker controls you, huh?" The whole time during that rant, Balthie was getting even more pissed at the Angel, not for who he is, but for what he is and that pisses Balthie off to no end. His eyes glowing with the fire threatening to explode from him gives a sign that he's gonna explode any minute, which is bad.
The last time the Demon encountered an Angel, he almost killed it. The Angel had been going on and on about how his God was so precious that it made Balthie sick to his stomach. The Angel ended up with a broken wing, fractured wirst and 3 shattered ribs and that was in 2 minutes.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he looked to Sven. "Let's continue on our way, shall we?"
(Please. You ranting at the Angel has made me hungry and I think Silvester has some raw steaks waiting for me~), answered Sven with a purr at the mention of food. He was a bit of a glutton, just like his master.
Turning away from the red-head, Balthie gave a wave over his shoulder and started walking, heading towards Si-Si's place, but taking the long way this time. "Prehaps we'll meet again, Angel. If we do, be sure to not wear so much white. Hurts the eyes and gives it away to those Demons who haven't seen you."
Springing high into the sky, Balthie landed on the roof of a tall building and turned around, giving the modle a one-fingered salute. "Till next time," and disappeared from view.
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"Sven, why do humans always have such nasty smells?"
"That's called perfume. It's what humans use to make themselves smell better."
"Well.. They should stop."
It wasn't too often that the Angel couldn't control his anger; but this blatant disrespect of not even him but his kind caused something inside of him to snap. Forgetting, momentarily, about the famous Swedish designer and his flurry of a temper, he strode into the nearest alley. From here, he began to transform into his true form.
The clothes he was wearing seemed to disappear, as a light began to glow underneath his skin, like a lamp had been turned on inside of him. Leaving him completely stark in his bare, the clothes were replaced by robes of the palest pink, like that of a fading red rose. (However, in Heaven, the robes were not as they appeared now; in Heaven it was more of a jumpsuit, but here on Earth they changed to look more like togas.) Enormous, 14 inch wings burst from his back, and with a small growl he pushed off up into the sky, soaring invisibly to any sleepers; in fact, he chose to only keep himself visible to the Demon that was trying to escape.
"Demon!" he shouted, coming to a stop on the same rooftop that Balthie was on, his wings beating one more time against the air as he stepped toward the demon. This time, he held none of his powers back; his pheromones were ramped up so far he wouldn't have been surprised if God himself could feel them all the way up in Paradise.
"You chose the wrong Angel to insult...." James purred, making sure their bodies brushed up against one another---almost every part of them----as he made his way behind Balthie, a hand running across the white-haired male's chest.
"....But you're lucky I'm merciful."
The Archangel of Love found his lips brush against Balthie's ear, and then form into a smirk once the words were done falling from his mouth. "Just wait, one day I'll find you again..." the hand that'd been on his chest had since been moved to his thigh, and now it skirted just along that forbidden area. "And you'll get everything coming to you."
And with a laugh, he leapt from the roof, dispelling his angelic form and landing on his feet hard enough that pain surged up into his legs, turning back and smirking at the demon as he started for the next rooftop, though it was quite a distance away.
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