An Interesting Shade of Grey

[Renegadius]

"I make all of the combs in town quiver," He winced, running his fingers through his mane idly, straightening it into an orderly fashion with a single swipe. Cocking an eyebrow slightly, he shrugged it off, taking another slow drought from his flask.

Flashing his silver teeth, Matthew cocked his head at the black angel, "So you'd just run into the building to play with the drapes?" He chuckled, clearing the thin syrup from his fair lips with the cleft of his thumb. Although thick and warmly free-flowing, the cider rested evenly as it trickled through his mouth. With a content swish, the Lord took another slow pull from the rich fluid.

 

[Renegadius]

"Gluttony's a sin you know," The silver-maned Lord laughed warmly, handing the jug off the black-winged angeless lest she lean forward too far. Giving his damp hair one last shake, Matthew rose up to pull the clothing away from the fire. Snapping each item a few times to ward off wrinkles, he handed Hitomi her slim dress before turning his back politely.

'How many sins are there?' He sniffed philosophically, 'If our Father is truly all-knowing and forgiving, for what purpose would he denounce our evils so harshly?' Although the Church's followings were strict at best, the youth often made the daily masses a bit more inclusive by dropping some of the formalities. Women would often wear a comfortable pair of pants, and if someone was late, Matt was among the first to fill them in. Without the ominous background of a stuffy building, and uncomfortable requiem, the higher ranked officials had slapped their brow at the Lord's results, drawing more than seventy percent of the onclave into active participation of the daily devotions.

"Then again, sometimes you have to pull the stick out and have fun," He chuckled, folding his shirt neatly before pulling about a wing. Molt, though only once every couple of years, was usually an ongoing process; Feathers came in just as quickly as they fell out of an angel's lustrous wings, and to summarize the process... It itched! Plucking the offending quill, Matthew twirled the silver feather in front of his eyes as he waited on the girl.

 

[Renegadius]

"I suppose it's a personal belief," He chuckled, crossing his arms against his slim, bare chest. "Heterophobia or something alike." With an amused smile, Matthew cocked his head over his shoulder with a wink. "If every angel out there was bound to celebacy, we wouldn't last very long. If you really must know," Twirling a finger through one of his overhanging bangs, the silver-maned youth gave an emberassed laugh, "I'm completely terrified of female anatomy."

With a carefree shrug, the Lord tossed his shirt onto the ruined couch he'd previously sat upon. Coming with a familiar ring from Hitomi's mouth, the question seemed to pang a memory from the back of his mind, involving two splashing kids and a flying tackle through the moist sand. 'Sometimes I think I have amnesia,' Matt laughed to himself, risking another peek over his shoulder. "Are you decent?" He teased, sticking out his tongue to add prod to injury.

 

[Renegadius]

"Beats me, I just don't like fluid wars," Matt laughed, dropping back into the couch with an explosive cloud of dust, "I mean, do you go about throwing yourself at every male object that moves out there?" Fanning the dust into oblivion with his wintery wings, the youth checked his gloves for remnants of the clinging mites. "The interest is there, I'm simply not interested in chasing it," He corrected with a descisive nod, squishing his pectorals together in obvious mockery.

"Alot of people feel that living a 'pure' life will get you closer to God," He sighed, regretfully sinking into preacher mode, "But I believe that as our Father's children, there's probably no better gift to offer up than grand-kiddies. I'm not against sleeping with people—and often it's necessary on missions in the far north—but I really don't want to sleep with anyone."

 

[Renegadius]

"Just to confuse you," Matthew sighed patiently, flicking his eye into a wink, "I may be celebate, but I'm not dead!" Leaning back into the comfortable couch that seemed to be stuffed with more dust than stuffing, the young Lord pulled his wings across his athletic body like a cloak. "Besides, if I was stuffy about it, I'd just be another stuck-up priest standing outside of the ring," He added with a celebratory finger wave.

"My turn for a question," The silver-maned youth sniffed, "Why are you so interested?" Sitting forward against the dipping cushions of the couch's grasp, Matt rested his arms across his knees, clasping his palms together to create a resting place for his chin.

 

[Renegadius]

"It's a personal oath," He nodded, "Like promising to leave the last twinkie for Belial, even though you want it really, really bad." Strumming his fingers together idly, Matthew brushed his bangs out of his eyes, giving his entire mane an over-the-shoulder flick. "As for confusing you, it just comes naturally, spaz," the youth chuckled, "You kind of remind me of someone... And this time it's not old Freya..."

Shrugging once more, Matt leaned back in the couch to look up into the ruined rafters overhead. Although much of the wood work had been torn out, the stone masons who constructed the building designed the roof to fall into itself, utterly saving the structure from implosion. The only real necessity of the wooden rafters had been decorative, if not lending some outer strength.

 

[Renegadius]

"You bet," Matt winked comfortably, fading in and out of the requiem of raindrops pattering the cobbles outside. Every moment or two, a particularly fat drop would strike with a particularly satisfied thwap, sending spray shooting out across the flowing puddles. "With the golden cakey outside pushed aside, I bet you're just brimming with sugary creme," He chuckled, pulling each glove off with slow precision to avoid the items from turning inside out.

"Besides, it was you who always pleaded with the baker for dessert cakes after hours," the silver-maned Lord sniffed. 'I think I'm starting to piece it together... I don't remember her name as being Hitomi, but this girl has definitely been modified to me somehow...' the white angel hummed, glaring up sharply towards the ceiling for a moment before smiling fondly. "Isn't that right," He laughed, recognition flickering for a moment as Matthew recited one of his favorite childhood jives towards a much younger Hitomi, "Twink?"