Following his conversation with Lucifer, Galahad takes some time to think over the angel’s words before he finally decides to bring them to Beelzebub. The riskiness of his soul coming together with the angel’s Grace had been made obvious, but the desire to reach for the ideal such a bonding represented was seductive—- and in no way hindered by a some of the more recent disagreements that had heated up between the knight and angel. Galahad still felt about it the same way that he had when he’d first discussed it with Lucifer: such a personal and important undertaking needed to be talked about with Beelzebub, and agreed upon between them both.
So, once he’s thought enough to make up his mind, Galahad ventures out to the forge on one particularly warm and comfortable Fall afternoon. He makes his way through the double front doors and raises a hand to knock lightly on the door frame to announce himself, even though he has no doubt Beelzebub could probably tell he was coming from much further away than this.
“Ho, Beelzebub.” Galahad offers the angel a smile as he drifts further into the forge. “How goes the project of the day?” he asks, as a start of trying to feel out both the angel’s mood and his plans for the afternoon.
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Date: 2020-09-19 12:02 pm (UTC)So, once he’s thought enough to make up his mind, Galahad ventures out to the forge on one particularly warm and comfortable Fall afternoon. He makes his way through the double front doors and raises a hand to knock lightly on the door frame to announce himself, even though he has no doubt Beelzebub could probably tell he was coming from much further away than this.
“Ho, Beelzebub.” Galahad offers the angel a smile as he drifts further into the forge. “How goes the project of the day?” he asks, as a start of trying to feel out both the angel’s mood and his plans for the afternoon.