That response brings a bright smile to the knight's face, and he turns his head to kiss the angel's forehead again.
"I'm glad to hear that. We'll figure something out so we don't have to worry about something happening to either of us, I know it." It's more of a feeling, really, but with this first step taken Galahad can't help but feel hopeful. There's little he wouldn't do for Beelzebub to be able to keep him in his life, so whatever he can help him do with regards to his curses, the knight wants to apply himself to.
A kiss to the neck and another just behind the ear before Beelzebub shifts to get a little more comfortable and take some of his weight off the smaller human.
"Sin's partner wears a piece of jewelry that carries the wards." It couldn't help to prepare Galahad for what an option might look like. There's a pause and then a curious inquiry. "You don't know the extent of my abilities?"
The concept is very strange to the angel. They'd spoken about so many things and yet what he was didn't seem to be among them.
"That would be easy to take on." The kisses to his neck and then the spot behind his ear taken together earn a small shiver from the knight, and he happily melts a bit into his partner's side as the other man sits up more properly beside him. As soon as the angel does move, Cerberus seizes the opportunity to plant himself in the warmth of Galahad's lap. After a moment, one of the knight's hands comes out to stroke the creature absently.
"Mm? Oh, well I know that you can influence people to drink, or that you might make them lose some sight of themselves." With their heavier conversation finished, he's feeling more relaxed and distracted.
Kilgharrah must have gotten jealous because it finds its way to the crook of Beelzebub's wing and instantly nestles its smaller body among the downy feathers as if it were a nest. The angel was so used to someone/thing burying itself in his feathers that it is comforting in the way a favorite worn out shirt is comfortable. The unoccupied wing wraps completely around Galahad, leaving a tent like space in his lap for the miscellaneous animals that would no doubt join them if they remained cuddling for too long.
"There are abilities most of the fallen angels have; healing, shape-shifting, resurrection, empathy, telepathy, telekinesis, a few others." Despite these being objectively powerful abilities, Beelzebub talks about them in the same tone someone might use when applying it to a mundane human skill like putting on shoes. "I have abilities that are unique to me; from heaven and my curses."
The soft warmth of one of Beelzebub's wings wrapping around him is quickly becoming one of Galahad's favorite things ever. It's his turn now to wrap an arm loosely around the angel's torso, and he does so as he shifts over so they can cuddle close again.
He nods along as Beelzebub explains angelic powers, the fingers of his free hand dragging happily through the tinier fizzgig's wild fur. In response, the creature stops eying its much larger sibling suspiciously and gives a contented half-growl, half-murring sound as it buries itself further into the soft fabrics of Galahad's lap.
"Tell me about them," he encourages, as Beelzebub brings up his own abilities.
This is delightful and Beelzebub slips into a lazy sort of conversation. It's nice to just sit and talk with no rush. He falls into near petting Galahad's shoulder and arm as they talk.
"I have many. Some are from the prayers I answer." Maybe those would be the easiest to start with. "I can inspire people with my voice, and bless weapons. My duties to warriors includes easing the death of those dying on the field and seeing to assisting those who are damaged from war, especially mental damage and horrors that linger with them. I see to the health of warriors recovering from battle wounds, particularly those defending their homes and families."
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"I'm glad to hear that. We'll figure something out so we don't have to worry about something happening to either of us, I know it." It's more of a feeling, really, but with this first step taken Galahad can't help but feel hopeful. There's little he wouldn't do for Beelzebub to be able to keep him in his life, so whatever he can help him do with regards to his curses, the knight wants to apply himself to.
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"Sin's partner wears a piece of jewelry that carries the wards." It couldn't help to prepare Galahad for what an option might look like. There's a pause and then a curious inquiry. "You don't know the extent of my abilities?"
The concept is very strange to the angel. They'd spoken about so many things and yet what he was didn't seem to be among them.
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"Mm? Oh, well I know that you can influence people to drink, or that you might make them lose some sight of themselves." With their heavier conversation finished, he's feeling more relaxed and distracted.
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"There are abilities most of the fallen angels have; healing, shape-shifting, resurrection, empathy, telepathy, telekinesis, a few others." Despite these being objectively powerful abilities, Beelzebub talks about them in the same tone someone might use when applying it to a mundane human skill like putting on shoes. "I have abilities that are unique to me; from heaven and my curses."
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He nods along as Beelzebub explains angelic powers, the fingers of his free hand dragging happily through the tinier fizzgig's wild fur. In response, the creature stops eying its much larger sibling suspiciously and gives a contented half-growl, half-murring sound as it buries itself further into the soft fabrics of Galahad's lap.
"Tell me about them," he encourages, as Beelzebub brings up his own abilities.
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"I have many. Some are from the prayers I answer." Maybe those would be the easiest to start with. "I can inspire people with my voice, and bless weapons. My duties to warriors includes easing the death of those dying on the field and seeing to assisting those who are damaged from war, especially mental damage and horrors that linger with them. I see to the health of warriors recovering from battle wounds, particularly those defending their homes and families."