Month: June 2011

Just spent two hours cleaning my car. It is officially the cleanest it’s been since I bought the thing.

which was six years ago.

hmm.

:Db

well, I’ve spent two hours working on arts (20 minutes on Sai-Zo, 100 minutes on Jibriel, WIPs to come sometime tomorrow…) I think it’s time to get some Wrapped Up out there.

prompt:  BREAKFAST
series: Wrapped Up In You
timeline: Waiting For The End
characters:  Usagi, Gabriel
words: 687
summary: (sweets and theology)

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Usagi loves her sweets and treats as much as the next girl, but this is more than a little ridiculous. Actually, it falls under “Absolutely 100%, Grade-A, Capslock Is Most Certainly Necessary, What The Eff Is Wrong With You” ridiculous. Seriously, it’s been two and a half hours and Gabriel is on his twenty-seventh bowl of ice cream. Bubblegum flavoured, this time.

But twenty-seven! Ugh, it just isn’t fair that he doesn’t get brainfreeze!

And he knows it; he’s grinning an ear-to-ear smile and acting as though every single damn bit is a freaking orgasm. Un. Fair.

Her frustration must finally get through that thick skull of his, because when he finishes bowl number twenty-eight he puts down his spoon instead of conjuring more. “Ah, now that is a good breakfast.”

She fumbles for a moment, stumbling over just what it is she’s going to call him before deciding to just not call him anything. “A two hour ice cream binge is not breakfast and oh my god I did not just say that.”

“I’m pretty sure you did, Moonface.” His smirk is tinted in maliciousness, but she doesn’t let that bother her. It’s just kind of his default smirk, and besides. They haven’t seen each other for a few reincarnations, she’ll give him some time to get used to her again. “So what did my favorite human call me out for?”

Usagi has been trying to figure this one out on her own for a month now. It has been a month of restless nights and research. A month of tantrums and fits, a month of brushing off her friends and family and worrying all of them. She’s at her wit’s end, which means the only thing she can do is to go directly to the source. 

“Laufey’s memories…” she hesitates to ask, but she really wants to know. She winds up looking down at her hands and fiddling with her ring. “…they don’t feel like they’re my memories. Not the way that Serenity’s do.”

Gabriel’s smile is surprisingly gentle for all that it is still a teasing grin. “You expected them to? Babe, Pandeia’s memories are bound up in your divinity. You’ll never escape them in any life where they wake up, and Usagi’s memories are from this life. I’d be worried if you didn’t feel a connection to those ones. Now Laufey… Laufey’s just a shade of a life a thousand reincarnations gone. Heck, maybe even two thousand. It’s no surprise that you can’t connect to them.”

“But you can still use my body.”

Gabriel’s amusement flickers for a moment, a troubled look entering his eyes before he masks it again. “Apparently.”

“Why? And how?” I might not connect to her memories very well, but I can definitely remember the state that you left her in.” It had featured rather prominently in her nightmares of late; from the blazing heat of sharing a physical form with an archangel, to the impenetrable darkness that Laufey had been unable to dig herself out of afterwards. She had died that way, locked within her own head and unable to interact with the world. 

It is a terrible way to die, whether in the here and now, or in the sixth century. 

“Why… I don’t know, Usagi.” He is being surprisingly candid with her, though that is likely due only to their long standing connection. “We… the other angels, I mean… we’ve always just assumed that the bloodline is the part that matters the most when it comes to a vessel. Of course, most souls don’t reincarnate back into humans every time they die. The nearest I’ve been able to figure is that your soul remembers my grace.”

Usagi frowns at him, opening her mouth to ask another question. Of course, that would be about the time that her grumbling stomach decides to interrupt. With her face flushing red, Gabriel smirks and snaps his fingers. 

The table is cleared of the debris of his frozen treat breakfast, though it’s certainly not empty. Oh no, now there are cakes of all different shapes, sizes, and flavours scattered across it. 

“Let’s finished breakfast before we get into the heavy-duty stuff, babe.”

nerdgurl:

THIS QUOTE IS MY NEW FAVOURITE THING IN THE WORLD.

matt-smith-socks:

Terrifying Fact Number Two, is that I’ve just watched Matt Smith carrying a flaming torch on screen. Oh, it’s for such a thrilling scene in Episode 12. Really and truly, magnificent and epic. A proper movie moment. But never mind that, it’s Matt carrying a FLAMING TORCH. Look, Matt’s lovely, he’s a magnificent, brand new, hilarious, heartbreaking, heroic Doctor — but the fact is, if that man walks into a room with a coffee then it’s only so long before you’re wearing it. No, really, clumsiest man on earth. He walks like he’s in a constant state of surprise at his own limbs. I remember when he turned up at a Worldwide meeting really early on, and the first thing he did was spill a cup of coffee over a rather lovely woman. Naturally she giggled, flushed and introduced her mother. (Ahh, life when you’re Matt ! I accidentally made eye contact with the same woman — she phoned the police and shot me in the face.) On the way out he apologised to a completely different woman for the coffee incident. “That was the wrong woman,” I said, as he went out the doors. “Nope,” he replied, “That was the second cup.”

Oh, and there was the top secret, very special, extra readthrough for Episode 10 (I’m talking that up, but what the hell) and Matt came striding in with a GUITAR ON HIS BACK. I have honestly never seen a whole roomful of people flatten themselves against a wall with such a high-pitched squeal of terror. Except Karen, of course, who trotted along behind him without a care in the world. Oh, the horror as the Doctor spun and chatted and coffeed a series of delighted women. How that guitar arced and scythed! Swish! Get down, Karen! Swish! Karen, save yourself! Swish! Not her face, Matt, NOT HER FACE!! Ah, the memories. You know, to this day I’m not sure if Matt knew he had a guitar on his back — he might just have collided with a musician.

— Steven Moffat, DWM Production Notes

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