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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Date: 2020-03-08 10:23 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2020-03-08 10:36 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2020-03-08 11:14 pm (UTC)"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."